A quarter of an hour later.
More than three hundred assassins and mercenaries from around the world had been wiped out!
Aside from a few extra craters and traces of explosions, the entire abandoned steel factory looked as though nothing had happened.
Yue Xiaofei finished off the last man and was about to leave.
Suddenly, he stopped and looked up toward the factory entrance.
Two figures had appeared there without him noticing.
One was a strikingly alluring woman wearing a traditional kimono from Sakura Country, with a short samurai sword in her hand.
The other was a tall, blond, blue-eyed white man carrying an enormous gun case on his back.
Number nine on the [Dark List], Thousand Cherry Blossoms!
Number ten on the [Dark List], Siberian Eagle!
Unlike the others, they had not rushed in to die. Instead, they had remained hidden outside, watching the situation unfold.
Only now did they reveal themselves.
"Tsk, tsk. What a spectacular performance."
Clapping his hands, Siberian Eagle stepped out of the darkness.
He surveyed the wreckage strewn across the ground and smelled the blood still lingering in the air, but there was not a trace of fear on his face. Instead, he wore a smile of keen interest.
"You slaughtered more than three hundred fellow professionals single-handedly in a matter of minutes. Mister Yue, your strength has truly opened my eyes."
"However..."
His tone shifted, his gaze sharpening. "They were nothing but worthless trash. The real feast is only just beginning."
"Trash?"
Yue Xiaofei looked at the arrogant blond man before him, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly.
"In my eyes, you're no different from them."
"Is that so?"
Siberian Eagle's smile instantly turned cold.
"Young man, confidence is a good thing, but too much confidence is arrogance."
"You may not realize