The Fusang Assassin

Jiang Tian sensed the murderous intent, and his brow furrowed slightly.

What clown was this? He actually dared to ambush me?

"Come out. Stop hiding!"

Jiang Tian stood where he was, his gaze fixed on the darkness.

Click, click...

The instant he finished speaking, a figure slowly emerged from the pitch-black shadows.

Jiang Tian narrowed his eyes. The person who stepped out of the darkness was a short man, not even a meter sixty tall.

The short man wore a black stealth outfit, looking like an assassin from ancient times. A square black cloth covered his face, concealing his features.

"Are you... cosplaying?"

Looking at the strangely dressed man before him, Jiang Tian couldn't help asking with a laugh.

At the same time, he could tell at a glance that the man was a late-stage Internal Force Martial Artist.

"Kid, you're the one who captured Jing Tian? How come I never knew the Great Xia Special Security Bureau had an expert like you?"

Ignoring Jiang Tian's question, the man spoke in broken Great Xia language.

Based on their years of covert operations, the Great Xia Special Security Bureau's...

Jing Tian?

Jiang Tian froze, then caught on. "You're from Fusang?"

Once he realized that, he seemed to understand where this man had come from. He was probably an accomplice of the Fusang spy Jiang Tian had captured that night.

"That's right, kid. You dared to interfere with the Sankou Group's affairs. You have to die."

The Fusang assassin's voice was icy.

Jiang Tian paused at that, then looked him up and down. "You think you can kill me?"

"Kid, what's that supposed to mean? Are you looking down on me?"

A vicious gleam immediately filled the Fusang assassin's eyes.

"You're asking for death!"

In the next instant, without another word, he flicked his hand.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

Three throwing stars gleaming coldly shot through the air, flying straight at Jiang Tian.

Seeing how bold this little man was, Jiang Tian couldn't help smiling contemptuously.

Were Fusang assassins always this fearless?

He stood motionless, letting the throwing stars hurtle toward him.

The Fusang assassin thought Jiang Tian had been petrified with fear and sneered inwardly.

Just as I thought. How could a little place like Yunzhou City possibly have any experts?

There had to be another reason Jing Tian had been captured!

"Die, kid!"

The Fusang assassin roared savagely.

But in the next instant...

Something jaw-dropping happened. When the throwing stars were only a few dozen centimeters from Jiang Tian, they stopped on their own, hovering silently in midair, unable to advance even a fraction farther!

"This... this is impossible!"

The Fusang assassin's pupils contracted at the sight, as though he had witnessed something utterly inconceivable.

With one hand behind his back, Jiang Tian lightly tapped one of the throwing stars in front of him with the other. He smiled faintly. "Is this all you've got? How pathetic!"

With that, Jiang Tian moved his finger.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

In an instant, the three throwing stars flew straight back along their original paths, even faster and more powerful than before!

The Fusang assassin snapped out of his shock, his expression changing drastically as he hurriedly performed several backflips to dodge.

"Aah!"

Though he successfully evaded the first two throwing stars, the third still struck him.

A scream rang out as the third throwing star buried itself deep in his calf. The tremendous impact sent him flying and sliding more than a meter across the ground!

He's an expert!

The Fusang assassin finally realized that the young man before him was no ordinary opponent. Gritting his teeth, he dragged his injured leg, preparing to retreat.

But the moment he got up and turned to leave, he discovered that Jiang Tian, who had been standing across from him, had somehow appeared behind him!

"You..."

The Fusang assassin turned pale and was just about to speak.

But Jiang Tian stomped him down beneath his foot and looked down at him.

"Talk. What are you people trying to do?"

"Kid, you interfered with the Sankou Group's plan, and you're asking what we're trying to do?"

The Fusang assassin lay on the ground, his face contorted in pain.

Before coming here, he had suspected Jiang Tian might have some fighting skills, but he had never expected him to be this strong!

"I interfered with the Sankou Group's plan?"

Jiang Tian frowned.

"Kid, we were so close! So close to uncovering your God-Making Project, but you ruined everything!"

The Fusang assassin's face burned with anger.

"The God-Making Project? What God-Making Project?"

Jiang Tian's brow furrowed even more deeply. What on earth was this all about?

"Kid, aren't you with the Special Security Bureau?"

The Fusang assassin was taken aback too.

"Did I ever say I was with the Special Security Bureau?"

Jiang Tian countered.

"Then you..."

The Fusang assassin froze again. He wasn't with the Special Security Bureau?

"Enough. I'm the one asking questions, not you. From now on, answer every question I ask properly, or don't blame me for getting rough."

Jiang Tian grinned, but his smile was chilling enough to send terror coursing through the Fusang assassin.

"What... what do you want to ask?"

The Fusang assassin swallowed and asked nervously.

For some reason, he had a feeling this kid really would dare to kill him!

"What's this God-Making Project you just mentioned?"

Jiang Tian asked curiously.

"I don't know."

The Fusang assassin shook his head.

"Hmm?"

Jiang Tian's eyes turned cold. The next instant, he applied a little more pressure with his foot.

"Aaaah!!!"

The Fusang assassin immediately let out an agonized scream. It felt as though his breastbone had snapped.

"I really don't know! I was just following orders. All I know is that the God-Making Project is a top-secret Great Xia project. If it succeeds, it could even change the balance of power across the entire world!"

Struggling through the excruciating pain, the Fusang assassin blurted out everything he knew.

Jiang Tian watched his eyes. Seeing no sign that he was lying, he continued his questioning.

"So you people from Fusang are here to stop Great Xia's project?"

"That's right. Great Xia and Fusang have always been enemies. If your project succeeds, Fusang will definitely be the first to suffer. That's why we came to steal your classified intelligence!"

Cold sweat poured off the Fusang assassin from the pain.

Jiang Tian couldn't help raising his eyebrows. It seemed he had indirectly become entangled in an enormous conspiracy.

"How many more Fusang spies are there in Great Xia? Where is your headquarters?"

Jiang Tian collected himself and continued questioning him.

"We don't have a headquarters. Each of us has a single contact higher up. As for how many people are still in Great Xia, I'm not really sure. All I know is that there are at least several thousand in Jiangnan Province alone."

The Fusang assassin seemed close to his limit and couldn't help sucking in a sharp breath.

"Several thousand?"

Jiang Tian's pupils contracted at that number.

He was clearly shaken by it!

Several thousand might not sound like many, but in peacetime, that many hostile operatives definitely posed a significant security threat.

And that was just the number in Jiangnan Province. Who knew how many Fusang spies there were throughout Great Xia?

Not just Fusang, either. Countries like America and Britain surely had their own agents embedded in Great Xia. Taken together, they would make up a truly terrifying force!

"Heh. A pack of wolves with vicious ambitions, just as expected."

Jiang Tian chuckled coldly.

"Kid, I've told you everything I should. Under Great Xia's laws, prisoners must be treated humanely. You can't kill me now!"

At that moment, the Fusang assassin spoke again.

"Treat prisoners humanely?"

"Haven't you got something wrong? I told you I'm not with the Special Security Bureau. Treating prisoners humanely is their business. What does that have to do with me?"

Jiang Tian looked at him and grinned.

"You..."

The Fusang assassin was horrified.

Crack!

Before he could finish speaking...

Jiang Tian pressed down hard with his foot. With the sound of splintering bone, the Fusang assassin collapsed into a pool of blood, his face twisted with grief and rage as he died full of hatred...