Arrogant

Ten minutes later.

Lin Shuguang met the target, Li Yihai. The little old man wore a traditional Chinese tunic and carried a small medicine case on his back. He looked hale and hearty, with a steady gait.

He seemed to know what he was about to face and had no objections whatsoever to Coach Huang and the others' arrangements. He did whatever they told him to do, which made things quite easy for everyone.

The Jin Family had arranged three identical convoys this time, each taking a different route, all to confuse the enemy.

Lin Shuguang followed several veterans from the Quicksand Hunting Group, while the real Li Yihai was under their protection.

However, Wei Sheng had still assigned him to the very edge of the formation, where he was practically no different from the logistics crew.

The message was obvious: Just relax and earn your little bit of money. Don't come over and get in our way.

Lin Shuguang knew he was being looked down on. He actually understood it, too. Wei Sheng and the others were seasoned veterans from a proper Hunting Group. They had rich experience and, deep down, neither trusted nor respected a grassroots newcomer like him who had joined halfway through.

At a time like this, he knew exactly what mattered more. As an invisible man in the formation, he was happy enough to have the leisure.

The journey was already more than halfway over. Just as everyone thought the mission would pass without incident, fate suddenly made a complete reversal.

As they passed Qiu Mountain Pass, a great many assassins wrapped in black cloth suddenly burst out from all directions.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

Someone at the front of the convoy shouted. The moment he finished speaking, a pitch-black arrow pierced straight through his