The problem with an assassin's codename
The black-faced man shook his head and sighed. "I see. What a pity you chose the wrong Advancement Mission."
"I didn't choose the wrong one," Gu Qingshan said.
"Didn't you?" the black-faced man asked.
"Twin Blades Eagle, the Five-Man Slaughter Squad, Poison Wolf, Heart-Stripping Demon Thorn—you're all targets in my mission. Unfortunately, I couldn't find out where you were, and I knew even less about your abilities. So I had no choice but to post a mission at the Hunter Guild and come here myself."
His sword gleamed like a pool of Autumn Water in the dim space.
The black-faced man's expression gradually changed. He asked in a low voice, "Wait. You're not a hunter?"
"Of course not. I'm an assassin," Gu Qingshan replied.
Only then did the black-faced man understand completely.
The assassin before him was carrying out an Advancement Mission.
He wanted to kill him.
The black-faced man's gaze shifted to the long sword in Gu Qingshan's hand. He said calmly, "So there aren't any treasures in this world. You posted a mission at the Bounty Hunter Guild just to gather us all here."
"Smart," Gu Qingshan praised him. "Ready? You can die now."
"Wait! Wait!" the black-faced man suddenly cried. "Don't kill me. We can make a deal. I'll give you all my wealth if you spare my life."
"That won't work," Gu Qingshan said, looking troubled. "If you make a deal with someone, they can't kill you—and you can still tear up the agreement unilaterally."
The black-faced man's pupils contracted sharply.
He whipped out two daggers and lunged straight at Gu Qingshan.
Gu Qingshan didn't move.
In the next instant, the black-faced man had barely shifted when he slammed into the void and froze in place.
But Gu Qingshan moved—