A Mere Fatal Wound Is Nothing to Mention

Dark clouds drifted across the night sky, and the background music continued.

Storm held up her phone, which was playing music, her head buzzing.

She stared at Sing Sing striking a pose in front of her, her mind filled with questions.

What kind of time is this? Do fights need their own background music?

You really know how to make a grand entrance.

Agent Zero still didn't draw his gun, his eyes fixed on the China man a dozen meters away.

Agent Zero

The hand holding the gun was very steady.

As a top-tier assassin who had undergone countless trials, his breathing had become one with the surrounding night breeze.

But he dared not fire.

The man opposite me was full of openings.

His posture was slouching, and his suit jacket was unbuttoned.

But in Agent Zero's eyes, this was the most deadly trap.

"There's no murderous intent."

Agent Zero's heart raced.

An assassin who lacks even the aura of killing intent is either a dead man or a monster beyond the comprehension of ordinary people!

He stared at Sing Sing.

Trying to find even a fraction of a second of pre-attack animation in the opponent's muscle twitches.

No!

Absolutely not!

Only the tie billowing in the wind proved he was still alive!

On the other side...

Sing Sing stared at Agent Zero with the same expressionless face. Seeing that the other guy didn't even blink for a long time, he really wanted to ask this guy if his eyes were dry and if he needed some eye drops.

But he couldn't say it out loud; if he did, the carefully cultivated aura of expertise would immediately crumble.

Even so, he was cursing inwardly.

It was tiring to pose like this by myself!

Why isn't that bastard with the gun on the other side firing? How am I supposed to pull off a counterattack if you don't fire?

You delayed my midnight snack time. Believe me or not, I'll slice you up and use you as fertilizer!

Sing Sing was internally ranting and raving.

In order to maintain the prestigious image of the 749 Bureau overseas, he had no choice but to put on a brave face.

On the surface, he still maintained that arrogant and aloof demeanor.

Finally, the Wild West's whistles shattered the silence of the night, bringing the night to a climax.

This is a signal.

Agent Zero has moved.

Draw the gun, load it, and fire.

"Bang! Bang!"

The gun muzzle spewed out a scorching tongue of fire, and the specially designed Negasonic Teenage Warhead, accompanied by a deathly shriek, headed straight for Sing Sing's forehead.

Quick.

Extremely fast.

But Sing Sing was not slow either; he merely flicked his wrist at his waist.

No one saw him draw his sword; two chilling glints flashed across the night sky.

"Whoosh!"

The first throwing knife collided precisely with the specially designed armor-piercing bullet in mid-air.

"Bite!"

A sharp, piercing sound.

Sparks flew everywhere.

The high-speed spinning bullet was actually cleaved in two perfectly in the middle by that thin throwing knife!

The spent fragments of the Negasonic Teenage Warhead grazed Sing Sing's cheek, nearly hitting Storm behind him.

The second throwing knife followed closely behind, piercing through the distance of space, completely ignoring Agent Zero's abnormal dynamic vision.

"Pfft!"

Blood splattered.

Agent Zero grunted, and the weapon in his hand fell to the ground.

The throwing knife pierced his right forearm, where he was holding the gun, with deadly accuracy.

Storm exclaimed "Wow!"

That's Agent Zero!

Split a bullet with a throwing knife?

Agent Zero, clutching his bleeding arm, stared coldly at Sing Sing. He recognized the vast difference in their strength and judged that continuing the fight would surely result in his death.

Without any hesitation, he turned around and decisively disappeared into the darkness.

Sing Sing pursed his lips and straightened the hem of his suit jacket.

"You ran pretty fast, you're lucky to be alive."

He turned around and walked towards Storm was still in a daze.

I grabbed my phone back and turned off the music.

"Done. These little punks think they can stop China from attracting overseas talent?"

Storm, as if waking from a daze, stammered, "Are you... are you alright?"

The scene she just witnessed was so shocking that her mind was still somewhat blank.

"A mere fatal wound is nothing to worry about."

Storm paused for a moment, her gaze lingering on Sing Sing's profile.

But... your ear is bleeding.

"Um?"

Sing Sing raised an eyebrow.

Bleed?

He subconsciously reached up and touched his right ear.

Agent Zero's first shot was aimed at his own heart, and the second at his head.

The throwing knife cleaved the first bullet in two, but his second strike missed his second shot.

Having noticed the path and tilted his head slightly, had he not completely dodged it?

Sing Sing brought his hand up to his eyes and saw that it was red—it really was blood.

Sing Sing had been calm and collected with an air of superiority, suddenly widened his eyes in surprise.

"No way! This is a huge loss! We need to add more money!"

"This is a work injury! A serious work injury! We must go back and get ten thousand US dollars in compensation from Wang Pangzi for emotional distress!"

Etc!

Sing Sing Chow glanced at Storm looked bewildered and guilty, and a perfect script flashed through his mind.

Without time to hesitate, he rolled his eyes.

With a strange cry of "Wah--", he fell straight backward.

"Thump!"

Storm was startled and rushed over in a panic.

Hey! Wake up!

She couldn't hold back her tears when she saw the tiny scratch on Sing Sing's ear that even a band-aid seemed unnecessary.

Could this be the legendary Achilles' heel of Eastern masters?

Can a minor cut on the skin really cause True Qi to flow backward and result in a qi deviation?

Did his Dao heart shatter on the spot?

Just as Storm was at a loss.

"Sizzle!!"

A red Mustang car drove up and loaded itself onto a roadside trash can.

A figure, entirely transparent pink, stumbled and squeezed its way out.

"Director! Director Stephen!"

When Geggebu saw Sing Sing lying on the ground, she shouted in horror, "What happened?! Who did this?! Who killed our Director of the Importation Office?!"

He was genuinely panicked. His 50-acre modern chicken farm wasn't even built yet, so how could the leader have fallen?

The sky is falling!

Storm recognized the pink jelly-like monster that had suddenly appeared.

"Robert?"

Geggebu was taken aback, and only then did he see the woman beside him clearly.

"Teacher Ororo? It's you?"

"Don't worry about me! He was seriously injured and passed out while saving me!" Storm pointed urgently at Sing Sing on the ground.

Upon hearing this, Geggebu was moved to tears.

"Director Stephen is such a good man! He even risked his life for us!"

"Quick! Ms. Ororo, give me a hand! Let's lift him into the car and get him to the doctor right away!"

Storm nodded, and the two of them, one on each side, lifted Sing Sing and dragged him toward the red Mustang.

Sing Sing closed his eyes, relaxed his whole body, and let the two of them drag him along.

He secretly rejoiced.

It's done.

Now Storm, that SSR-level employee, is completely bound to me!

This staged accident was incredibly profitable!

Geggebu roughly pulled open the back door of the Mustang.

"One, two, three! Let's go!"

"Bang!"

Sing Sing was shoved into the back seat by the two men, his head hitting the car window.

Sing Sing's eyelids twitched slightly, even with his eyes closed.

I'll endure it for the sake of my year-end KPIs!

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I posted the character introductions in the book's community. I don't know if everyone can see them. If not, I'll start filling in the character settings from the comments section.