Night Kill

The night was deep.

The night breeze brushed past; the temperature had indeed dropped over the past two days, and Qin Fang, hidden beneath the veil of night, felt a bone-chilling cold.

Yet his expression remained unchanged as he looked down at his left hand.

He had snapped his left index finger back into place, but it was now swollen red like a sausage, the lines of the knuckles smoothed out, and it throbbed with an unbearable, distending pain from time to time.

The bone inside must be shattered; he would have to ask his master to treat it later... he just hoped it wouldn't leave any lasting damage.

He thought to himself.

But his face remained expressionless as he looked up toward the street not far away.

This was South Market Entrance. It was quite lively before dawn, but now that the night was deep, only a few shops remained lit, with faint sounds drifting out. Occasionally, a hurried passerby would appear on the street, but for the most part, it was quiet.

Bursts of cursing or excited shouts drifted through the night from time to time.

Those were the sounds coming from the gambling houses.

In this era, the vast majority of normal people worked from sunrise to sunset... with the exception of degenerate gamblers.

Clack, clack, clack~~

"All is peaceful!~~"

A series of clapper sounds rang out, and Qin Fang looked up to see a night watchman patrolling the street with a lantern.

It was already past midnight.

The night watchman tapped his clapper from time to time, occasionally shouting "All is peaceful" as he moved away, failing to notice Qin Fang, who was deliberately standing at the base of the wall.

Qin Fang continued to stand there calmly, waiting.

At a certain moment, the sound of hurried footsteps drifted over faintly, followed by Scar-Head Li's somewhat urgent, soft call: "Master? Master? Are you still there?"

Qin Fang's expression shifted, and he spoke up: "Over here."

Scar-Head Li's figure paused for a moment before he ran over quickly. Seeing Qin Fang there, he let out a visible sigh of relief, then a trace of nervousness surged onto his face as he said in a low, rapid voice: "Master, Wang Long and his men are preparing to leave!"

Qin Fang's expression stirred, and he narrowed his eyes: "Where?"

"Follow me!"

After Scar-Head Li whispered this, he took a quick look around and began to lead the way.

Qin Fang narrowed his eyes and quickly followed.

Following behind Scar-Head Li, they crossed the street, turning left and right, and soon arrived at the back door of the gambling house named Ruyi.

As soon as they arrived, Qin Fang's eyes narrowed slightly; several figures were just emerging from the back door of the gambling house.

"Damn, this hellish weather. It was hot as death a couple of days ago, how is it this cold after only a few days?! Damn it..."

"Heh heh, you dog, your luck was pretty good today, wasn't it? What do you say? Are you going to treat your grandpa to a seat at Lan Gui Fang?"

"Get lost, get lost. When I was losing money a few days ago, why didn't you offer to treat me?"

They cursed and bickered as they walked forward.

"Th-there, that's them..."

Scar-Head Li's voice trembled slightly as he whispered.

Qin Fang recognized the voices of these men as well... it was indeed Wang Long and his gang.

Qin Fang was very familiar with their voices.

"Master, are we r-really..."

Scar-Head Li's voice trembled.

Clearly, now that the moment was at hand, he had lost his nerve again.

Qin Fang said calmly: "Move, follow them."

"Ah, I-I have to go too?" Scar-Head Li's face turned pale.

Qin Fang gave him a faint look: "Don't want to go? Don't want the money anymore?"

Scar-Head Li opened his mouth, but seeing that Qin Fang had already quietly followed, he gritted his teeth and had no choice but to follow on tiptoe.

Along the way, these men chatted, laughed, and made a racket, but after walking for several streets, one of them said to the others: "Brother Dragon, I'm heading home first. I'll come find you tomorrow!"

"Hmm." Wang Long's voice rang out.

Someone had split off from the group.

Qin Fang's eyes narrowed slightly.

Then he watched as that man walked into a deep, dark alley.

Clearly, he had reached home.

Qin Fang immediately whispered to Scar-Head Li: "You follow the others from a distance; I'll come right after I finish with this one."

Scar-Head Li trembled all over, realizing what was about to happen...

This is murder!

Although he was a rogue, to be honest, he had never imagined he would be involved in something as major as killing someone!

...As expected, refugees are all desperate outlaws!

He thought, his heart trembling.

Yet, his face wore a smile uglier than crying, his voice laced with a sob: "Sir, then, you, you better hurry..."

Qin Fang said nothing more. He quickened his pace, following along the wall into that deep, dark alley.

A throwing dart was already gripped in his right hand.

The night was too deep, and he didn't know exactly which one the person ahead was... but it was definitely one of the targets, no doubt.

The other party seemed to be in quite a good mood, humming a little tune as he walked, completely unaware that a pair of chilling eyes was already trailing behind him.

Qin Fang carefully quickened his pace, getting closer and closer.

His skill with the throwing dart was only at the minor success stage; he could only guarantee accuracy within five meters.

Moreover, he had only practiced on stationary targets before, and now he had to hit a living person.

He wanted to get closer to be certain.

Furthermore, his time was limited because he wasn't sure if the others would disperse during this time.

If they scattered, it would be very troublesome.

Since he had decided to strike... he had to eliminate all the targets in a single night.

Otherwise, once the news spread by tomorrow, these people would definitely react, and that would be a problem.

Closer and closer, closer and closer...

Finally, he was within five meters.

But Qin Fang still didn't strike; he continued to close the distance.

Until the person ahead seemed to suddenly sense something, let out a sudden "hmph," and instinctively turned around.

Qin Fang did not hesitate; the throwing dart in his right hand flew out abruptly!

The man only had time to turn around; the next moment, a whistling sound rang out, and he hadn't even reacted yet.

Squelch!!

The dart pierced precisely into his neck!

The man's entire body stiffened abruptly, his eyes widening in disbelief.

The moonlight was dim tonight, but the distance between the two was only three or four meters. The man had been walking in the dark for a while, so his eyes had adapted to the night, and he naturally saw Qin Fang at a glance.

Then, he widened his eyes, wanting to say something, but only a gurgling sound came out.

Blood foam surged from his mouth.

Qin Fang said nothing. His figure suddenly lunged forward, and before the other party could react further, he grabbed the dart at his throat and shoved it inward with a fierce burst of strength!

The other party's body immediately collapsed to the ground with a "thud."

He convulsed all over, trying to struggle.

But his neck had been pierced through, and that final shove had completely severed his trachea, throat, and nearby blood vessels.

Blood sprayed out, and the massive blood loss caused his vision to black out.

After trembling for a while, he stopped struggling, his eyes wide with lingering resentment.

One target eliminated.

Qin Fang stood up, exhaled lightly, and then looked down to identify who it was...

And then he recognized him.

"Was the meat delicious?"

He asked in a low voice.

This person was exactly the one who had found the meat his master gave him in the kitchen and ultimately took it away.

The other party clearly couldn't answer his question anymore.

His eyes were hollow, having completely lost their luster.

He died with his eyes wide open, full of unwillingness.

Qin Fang pulled the dart from his neck, and warm blood sprayed onto his face.

But his expression didn't change at all...

Since transmigrating as a refugee, there wasn't much he hadn't seen... except for corpses, of which there were plenty.

Then, Qin Fang quickly searched the body. Not long after, he narrowed his eyes, looking at what was in his hand...

Aside from some miscellaneous items, there were actually three or four taels of broken silver.

"Consider this payment for the meat."

He finished speaking in a low voice and tucked the silver into his robes.

He looked up; the alley was quiet, the moonlight dim.

Qin Fang did not linger, turning to leave at once.

Five more to go.

He had to finish them all before dawn.

He thought.