Unexpected

"Sir, you..."

After leaving that dim alley, Qin Fang quickly gave chase, catching up to Scar-Head Li shortly after.

He called out to Scar-Head Li in a low voice, and the highly strung man nearly shrieked in fright.

Fortunately, Qin Fang clamped a hand over his mouth instantly, preventing him from giving them away.

Scar-Head Li then regained his senses, and upon seeing it was Qin Fang who had returned, he let out a sigh of relief.

He was about to say something, but his expression shifted abruptly the next moment, a flicker of fear surfacing in his eyes as he looked at Qin Fang.

It was only because he saw... the fresh blood smeared across Qin Fang's face.

This made him realize... that person had truly been killed!

Scar-Head Li felt a wave of dizziness, his heart filled with extreme trepidation.

This was, without a doubt, a ruthless man!

Would he, would he really let him go?

Scar-Head Li felt a chill run through his entire body, his mind in complete chaos.

Qin Fang paid no heed to his thoughts and asked in a low voice, "Did anyone else leave?"

He peered ahead carefully... Scar-Head Li was too timid and had kept a great distance, and since the targets were already at the other end of the street, he couldn't see clearly exactly how many people there were.

Hearing Qin Fang's question, Scar-Head Li snapped back to reality and said in a trembling voice, "Yes, one person left..."

"Where?"

Qin Fang frowned and asked in a low voice.

Scar-Head Li pointed toward an alley ahead: "In, in there..."

"How long ago?" Qin Fang asked, knitting his brows.

"Just, just went in..."

"Fine, keep following... get closer. I'll go take a look."

After saying this, Qin Fang didn't hesitate for a second and sprinted forward.

Because the distance between them and Wang Long and his group was already quite large, he didn't fear his footsteps being heard.

Scar-Head Li opened his mouth to say something, but Qin Fang had already dashed away.

Such decisiveness...

Scar-Head Li trembled all over. He wanted to retreat, but the thought of the blood on Qin Fang's face snuffed out any desire to turn back.

If he continued, there might still be a path to survival; just as the other man said, they were in the same boat.

If he quit now... he was certain the man would kill him without hesitation!

Scar-Head Li was completely trapped; he had no choice left.

Qin Fang was naturally unaware of Scar-Head Li's internal struggle. He rushed into the alley, his gaze sweeping across the area, and caught sight of someone a few dozen meters ahead, seemingly picking the lock of a courtyard gate.

Qin Fang's eyes narrowed. He wasn't sure if there was anyone inside the house; if the target got inside, it would be very troublesome.

He immediately accelerated, no longer caring if he was discovered.

In the dead of night, the sound of someone running at high speed could not be concealed.

Even though Qin Fang was being as careful as possible, he was still spotted.

"Who's there?"

The man was clearly startled and instinctively turned his head to ask.

Qin Fang did not answer, only closing the distance rapidly.

The man looked visibly stunned and shouted again, "You..."

But in the time it took to speak, Qin Fang had already closed to within five or six meters. The moment the man opened his mouth again, Qin Fang simply raised his right hand, and a throwing knife was instantly unleashed!

Puchi!

The accuracy of a Minor Mastery throwing knife was guaranteed.

The word "you" had barely left the man's lips before the rest of his words were driven back into his throat by the blade.

He let out a muffled groan, clutched his neck with both hands, and staggered backward, slamming into the door and making a loud thud.

Qin Fang said nothing. He rushed forward and, just as he had with the first target, pressed down hard on the throwing knife embedded in the man's throat.

The man's eyes bulged as he struggled frantically by instinct, his body hitting the wooden door with a rhythmic thump-thump.

Qin Fang ignored it, pressing with all his might against the knife in the man's throat.

Finally, after struggling for a short while, the man gradually lost his strength and, like the first target, ceased to breathe.

Qin Fang panted slightly. After killing this second target, he pulled out the knife, but instead of checking the body, he scanned his surroundings.

He was particularly focused on whether there was any movement inside the courtyard gate the man had been trying to open.

The surroundings were deathly silent.

After waiting for a good while, Qin Fang let out a sigh of relief.

His luck was decent; this bit of commotion did not seem to have awakened anyone nearby.

That made sense. It was already the small hours of the morning, the time when ordinary people slept most soundly. Although the target had spoken earlier, the voice wasn't very loud, and the struggle hadn't been particularly violent either, so it was normal that no one else had been roused.

Exhaling softly, Qin Fang skillfully looted the corpses.

A moment later, he frowned.

"A poor wretch, yet you try to play gangster?"

He had pulled three or four taels of silver from the first target, but from this second one, he only found a few dozen copper coins.

He was momentarily speechless, then stood up and examined the body. Once he confirmed the features matched the description provided by Scar-Head Li, he left the scene immediately.

He did not dispose of the bodies.

There was no time.

The longer he lingered here, the more troublesome the subsequent operations would become; he might even end up having to kill people inside their own homes.

It's a pity my strength is too weak. The throwing knife can pierce the neck, but it can't go straight through, which significantly reduces the lethality and wastes quite a bit of time...

Qin Fang summarized his two attempts.

The lethality of the throwing knife was sufficient, but achieving an instant kill was difficult.

A severe wound to the neck was fatal, but it didn't cause immediate death.

The best method would actually be to pierce the brain... if the skull were pierced instantly, death would be instantaneous.

Unfortunately, his current throwing knives couldn't even penetrate a neck, let alone a skull.

The skull was hard; his knives would, at best, just stick into the forehead.

It might look intimidating, but it wouldn't even count as a serious injury, nor would it hinder the target's mobility in the slightest.

Unless he could pierce the eye socket, which could also achieve an instant kill...

But the eyes were too small a target, and with it being pitch black, a miss would lead to huge trouble.

He might even end up being killed in retaliation...

Don't let the fact that he had successfully killed two targets fool you.

In reality, he had relied on sneak attacks with hidden weapons from a distance.

If he were to fight openly... with his small frame, he would likely be crushed.

His body was still too weak.

If he had another month or two to recover, or if his master began teaching him martial arts in earnest, and his throwing knife skill leveled up a bit more... things would be much simpler.

What a pity.

With these thoughts in mind, he caught up with Scar-Head Li once more.

Four targets remained.

But when he caught up to Scar-Head Li again and saw the anxious expression on his face, Qin Fang's brows furrowed slightly, realizing that something had likely gone wrong.

"What's wrong?"

Seeing Qin Fang, Scar-Head Li hurriedly whispered in a trembling voice, "Master, what do we do? Three of the targets went to Lan Gui Fang together... There are so many people in Lan Gui Fang! This, what should we do?"

Upon hearing this, Qin Fang's expression darkened.

Lan Gui Fang was the name of a brothel in True Martial County.

It was quite famous in True Martial County.

"Which ones? Is Wang Long there?"

Qin Fang asked in a low voice.

Scar-Head Li froze for a moment before trembling, "W-Wang Long is not there; it, it is the other three..."

That meant it was Mole Zhang and the remaining three targets.

Qin Fang's eyelid twitched.

...The unexpected had happened.

He had already killed two people.

Once the news spread tomorrow, the remaining targets would inevitably be on high alert.

They might even start suspecting him.

And as he was now, if he were to clash openly with the Iron Tiger Gang, it would undoubtedly be like throwing an egg against a rock; he wouldn't have the slightest room to resist.

What now?

Qin Fang's expression shifted between light and shadow.