It was already nine in the evening when he returned to the dorm. His three roommates were playing the recently popular PlayerUnknown’s Battlegrounds together, shouting, "Winner winner, chicken dinner!"
After greeting his three roommates, Jun Wangchen sat down at his desk and took a long gulp of water. Only then did his taut nerves relax a little.
Jun Wangchen said nothing to his roommates about the masked man's attempt to assassinate him in the Small Woods earlier. He chose to keep it to himself.
His three roommates were ordinary people. Even if they knew, they would be unable to help, and Jun Wangchen did not want to drag them into this affair.
To put it bluntly, those three ordinary men would probably die from a single touch by a martial artist. If anything happened to them because of him, he would likely feel guilty for the rest of his life.
"Now that this crisis is over, an even greater one is probably waiting for me. Unless I make the mastermind stop sending assassins, or take the initiative and eliminate them, I'll always be on the defensive." Jun Wangchen rubbed his temples, frowning as he muttered to himself.
"But I don't even know who the mastermind is right now, so eliminating them is nothing more than wishful thinking. Getting them to stop the assassinations is even less likely. After all, if they still wanted to talk to me, they wouldn't have sent someone straight out to bring back my head."
After considering it from every angle, Jun Wangchen still felt that increasing his strength was his most important task at this stage. Not only would it improve his ability to protect himself, but it would also increase his chances of fighting back and killing his opponent.
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