Wu Heng, Don't Act Rashly

The other man's fist slammed into his body as well.

Pfft!

Blood sprayed out.

Then fists rained down across his body, bones cracking with every blow.

Outside the door.

The sounds of fighting and wailing made the owner and bartender waiting at the entrance tremble.

"My lord, this..." The owner stepped forward, hesitating.

Wu Heng turned to glance at him. "Calculate the tavern's losses and submit them to Town Hall. They'll verify them and compensate you."

A smile returned to the owner's face. He nudged the bartender beside him. "Go get a chair for my lord."

Wu Heng glanced at him. "No need. Just stay here for now."

"Yes, my lord."

The owner and bartender did not quite understand, but they remained where they were, listening to the fighting inside.

Before long, the sounds of battle subsided.

The Poison Gas filling the room had also completely dispersed.

"Wait outside. I'll call you if I need anything," Wu Heng instructed the owner and bartender.

"Yes, my lord."

Wu Heng walked into the private room and saw the man pinned beneath Cassius amid the wreckage on the floor.

The man was not dead yet.

His chest had caved in, and his limbs were twisted out of shape.

Between his blood-soaked hair, a pair of eyes stared coldly in this direction, like a ferocious beast concealing its malice and enduring in silence.

A level 18 professional really was hard to kill.

Not killing him had been Wu Heng's initial order.

Of course, that was on the condition that he was not allowed to escape.

Wu Heng pulled over a chair and sat down, looking at him. "Will more assassins come after me?"

The man's eyes widened. Through a mouth full of blood, he said vaguely, "Kill me, and you'll bring even