You're Quite Skilled

Outside the pitch-black camp.

The fog thickened.

Cisco released Stephanie's hand.

His expression was still somewhat conflicted. "Is it really as terrifying as you say?"

Stephanie said angrily, her face hardening. "It's even more terrifying than that evil god you killed last time!"

"That's true 'immortal' level..."

Hearing this word.

Cisco was utterly astonished, and for a moment he even reverted to a male voice. "Immortal?"

"You're not misperceiving because you've been holding it in for too long, are you?"

Stephanie remained silent for a moment.

A moment later.

She raised her head, her face flushed. "Cisco."

"Lend me a pair of pants."

Cisco paused for a moment.

He quickly pulled out several pairs of women's underwear from his belt and handed them over:

"You can use it first."

Stephanie took the pants with some disdain.

Without a word, he slipped into the nearby grove of trees.

Only Cisco remained standing there.

But at this very moment...

Suddenly, footsteps sounded behind me.

Cisco turned around alertly.

But all that could be seen was darkness.

A middle-aged man carrying an unconscious mercenary in each hand walked over.

The man smiled slightly at him, "Look, I just helped you out with a little trouble."

How should you thank me?

"Mr. Godslayer?"

Cisco's face turned pale instantly.

In the thick fog that was almost solidified.

Stephanie and Cisco stood there stiffly.

The former's face was etched with fear.

Some fidgeted, tugging at their trousers, and muttered complaints:

"Cisco".

"Your size is too big..."

"Shut up!"

Cisco gently covered her mouth and pushed her back a step.

"This matter has nothing to do with her."

Cisco adjusted his breathing, appearing relatively calm:

"I didn't lay a hand on him."

"I can abandon this mission immediately and have the Assassin Alliance cancel this commission."

"Extraordinary Perception: God Slayer Cisco's malice towards you has vanished."

Roger frowned slightly:

"Are you capable of making that decision?"

Cisco nodded and said:

"I am the closest person to the ' Assassin's Throne,' and with my guarantee, the Assassin Alliance will no longer accept any missions targeting you."

Roger's brow furrowed even more deeply.

He actually came with a hint of provocation.

Unexpectedly, the "Godslayer" fell to his knees even faster than the gargoyles! What's even more outrageous is that...

This guy even wants to drag the Assassin Alliance down with him...

Is this a deliberate attempt to avoid developing one's expertise? This thought crossed my mind.

Roger glared at the little girl with some displeasure.

Stephanie let out a strange cry.

He hid completely behind Cisco.

"Gentlemen..."

Cisco raised his hand to protect Stephanie, his tone slightly tense.

"I see."

Roger thought for a moment, "I am not an aggressive person either."

"But you assassinated me twice..."

Cisco spoke rapidly, "From this day forward, you will be a guest of honor in the ' Assassin Alliance '! We will handle three of your requests free of charge—"

Of course, it must be within our capabilities; if the target is someone as strong as you, then asking us for help wouldn't really make much sense.

besides.

Expenses for fright, compensation for emotional distress, apology money...

Everything will be delivered within half a month.

In short, I guarantee your satisfaction.

Roger looked at Cisco with great interest. "You're very skilled."

Cisco's expression was very strained:

"...first."

Roger suddenly realized:

"That means they are very talented."

Cisco was speechless.

"At first glance, the conditions seem pretty good."

Roger yawned lazily:

"But that's not enough."

Cisco said with a bitter face:

"If anything is missing, please feel free to add it."

Roger immediately perked up:

"I need your ' Assassin Alliance's' intelligence database."

"Most importantly, all information regarding the ' Withered King ' and the ' God of Cultivation and Progeny '!"

Cisco's face was ashen. "This... this is impossible, even if the Assassin Alliance is destroyed..."

Roger interrupted impatiently:

"How?"

"You think I can't do it?"

Cisco hadn't spoken yet.

Stephanie gripped his belt tightly.

And as if afraid Cisco wouldn't know, he tugged and shouted:

"He can do it!"

"He can do it!"

Cisco was trembling with anger. "Shut up!"

"This is a negotiation!"

Roger silently began to stretch his muscles. "You're wrong, this isn't negotiation."

"It's an opportunity for your Assassin Alliance to show your sincerity."

Even the most oblivious person wouldn't easily let go of an organization that tried to assassinate them, right?

Cisco's expression was extremely conflicted:

"But... not disclosing the client's information is our bottom line."

Roger saw that he was beginning to waver.

He then patiently and persuasively explained:

"The bottom line is based on mutual respect between the two sides."

"The Withered King gave you false information, didn't he?"

How did he describe me?

Cisco hesitated for a moment, but finally spoke:

"A low-level professional suspected of possessing extraordinary abilities, Ammunition Expert, and seemingly proficient in hand-to-hand combat..."

Roger listened attentively, and his eyes gradually lit up.

This information was very important to him! His expression softened considerably as he looked at Cisco: "Look."

"He's lying. My level is anything but low, and my abilities go far beyond just 'extraordinary.'"

"The lady behind you should be able to sense it, right?"

Cisco frowned.

Stephanie, behind him, grabbed his belt again and started tugging at it while shouting:

"He is immortal!"

"He is immortal!"

Caught between Roger and Stephanie.

Cisco's defenses were completely breached.

He raised his hands high and said helplessly, "I understand."

"The information you requested will be given to you within three days."

"But it's impossible to completely open up the intelligence database—I don't have that authority—at most, I can help you secure an intelligence membership."

In the darkness.

Roger smiled with satisfaction:

"Make a deal."

"But I need the intelligence now."

Cisco instinctively clutched his belt, and before Stephanie could speak, he quickly agreed, "I'll give it to you right now!"

"Give it to me now!"

Stephanie peeked out from behind.

Looking at Cisco in surprise, he asked, "Why are you mimicking my speech?"

After leaving behind intelligence and compensation channels.

Cisco and Stephanie disappeared into the darkness in a hurry.

After scanning those two thin but invaluable intelligence reports, I finished reading them.

Roger's face showed a look of understanding.

Intelligence indicates...

The "Withered King" appeared approximately 35 years ago.

Meanwhile, his arch-rival, the "God of Cultivation and Progeny," ascends to the stage of the Southern Tomb Wilderness.

It made its first appearance 30 years ago.

All signs indicate that...

The two deities are equally influential in the Material Realm.

Therefore, the Southern Tomb Wilderness in recent years.

The Wither Cult and the New Spring Church have been locked in a stalemate.

There are occasional frictions between the two sides.

But no large-scale war has ever occurred.

This is an incredible miracle for two religious organizations with extreme doctrinal conflicts.

In response to this.

The Assassin Alliance's intelligence analyst commented as follows:...

"Given the extent to which the two deities treated each other with the utmost respect."

It's worth speculating that their relationship might be closer than we imagine: they could be siblings, mother and son, father and daughter, husband and wife...

or.

It's basically a trick where the same person plays two roles.

"There's no shortage of smart people anywhere."

Roger chuckled softly.

He turned and disappeared into the darkness.

The next few days.

A thick fog Deer Hunting Platform.

And after the thick fog cleared that night.

The members of the New Spring Church Expeditionary Force have mysteriously disappeared! Very few traces were left at the scene.

Roger had his own speculations.

But I couldn't help feeling a little uneasy.

He kept refining his hunting plan.

Make sure there's a backup plan at every stage.

that's all.

Five days passed in a flash.

On the Deer Hunting Platform.

The thick fog dissipated, and the sky cleared.

A group of "Lost Heart Cultist" dressed in tattered yellow clothes are chasing a herd of deer.

Suddenly.

An extremely violent sound came from afar!

It was as if a wild beast was running rampant across this land!

All the Withered Cultist were drawn to the sound.

It was a strange creature with dark blue eyes!

There was a human riding on top of it.

Bang bang bang! After a rapid-fire burst.

All the Lost Heart Cultist were enraged.

They gave chase.

Roger accelerated.

"Ghostfire -wisp" started aggressively, leaving the Withered Cultist behind.

The next moment.

He turned the motorcycle around.

They sped off toward another gathering place of the Lightning Speed Withered Cultist.

Not long after.

On the open Deer Hunting Platform.

A wild and unruly motorcycle drove by.

Behind him followed a tide of Withered Cultist!

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