Wuming

Wuming!

He had once been the third-ranked assassin in Mingzhu City.

Aside from Ghost Judge, the top-ranked assassin who rarely appeared, and the second-ranked assassin who had suddenly died some time ago, Wuming could be said to be the number-one assassin in Mingzhu City now.

The moment Zhu Hongfang saw Wuming, she realized that Zhu Taihao still had no intention of letting her go.

She had built her own faction within the Zhu Family, and many exceptionally talented young people had good relations with her.

If Zhu Chengmian had not died, Zhu Taihao would not have moved against her, because Zhu Chengmian could keep her in check.

But Zhu Chengmian was dead.

Now that Zhu Taihao was wholeheartedly intent on cultivating Zhu Chongba to become the family head, her existence had become an eyesore.

"Zhu Taihao... That old bastard... Heh."

Zhu Hongfang gave a tragic smile. Then she saw a flash of purple blade-light slash toward her like lightning.

She had already prepared herself to close her eyes and await death, but a ribbon-thin strand of black mist suddenly shot out from behind her, blocking the purple blade-light perfectly.

"Hey, hey, don't casually touch someone else's spoils. She's mine now." Zhang Ping slowly walked out from behind Zhu Hongfang and smiled at Wuming.

He had just heard Zhu Hongfang call the masked man in front of her Wuming.

Although he did not know most of the assassins in Mingzhu City, he had heard a little about the ones at the top.

Ghost Judge never killed innocents indiscriminately. He only killed those burdened with grave sins, so although he was an assassin, Zhang Ping felt that he was more like a righteous vigilante such as Batman.

But Wuming before him was a true assassin.

He did not care who he killed.