Wang Yan had long anticipated an assassination attempt. Otherwise, why would he parade through the streets in official robes every day, making such a spectacle of himself?
Compared to solving a problem, it was always simpler to eliminate the person causing it.
They had waited until now to act, likely because they had their reservations. After all, Wang Yan was no ordinary man—his record was public knowledge. Years ago outside Hangzhou, he had faced more than twenty men alone and emerged without a scratch. Later, on Hangzhou's official road, he had been surrounded by several hundred attackers; armed with a powerful bow, he had killed or wounded over a hundred of them by himself. He was simply too fierce.
Naturally, the assassins had chosen the right time, place, and circumstances to deliver Wang Yan a fatal blow.
This place was far from the government office and not an area Wang Yan frequented. Whether in terms of popular support or how quickly the patrol bureau and military patrol posts could arrive, it was lacking. Besides, they could stay concealed here. If it had been somewhere Wang Yan often appeared, the common folk would truly report them...
The instant Little Pillar landed after being kicked away, a blade stabbed straight at him from the panicked crowd nearby. Little Pillar leaned backward, balanced on one foot, and delivered a devastating kick to the man's groin. Then, hooking the man between the legs and tightening his core, he straightened back up, swiftly snatched the blade, and with a flash of steel, slit his attacker's throat.
Blood sprayed across Little Pillar's face, making the boy look even more savage and ferocious. He let out a roar and charged toward several men coming at him.
Just then, his body, poised to launch forward, abruptly stopped. Wang