Qin Luo, You Are Also Wanted

The night was dark, the wind howled—a perfect night for killing.

Ling Ya gripped his dagger, his eyes filled with venomous hatred.

He stared at the grand villa before him, knowing full well that Qin Luo and Su Muwan were inside.

That despicable pair!

I had already retired from the Death God Organization, but... but you two had to humiliate me like this!

Since that’s the case, I’ll return to my old ways!

As the saying goes, heaven rewards the diligent. The organization actually took on a dark web order to assassinate Su Muwan!

Heh heh heh!

Ling Ya’s eyes brimmed with confidence. The bounty on Su Muwan’s head was astronomical, and to ensure no mistakes, the organization had dispatched the cream of the crop—elite among elites.

Even you, Su Muwan... there’s no way you’ll survive tonight!

With that thought, Ling Ya asked in a low voice, “Is the guard at the gate taken care of?”

One of his men glanced at Zhu Lan, who was snoring soundly at the entrance, and nodded. “Done.”

“Good.”

Ling Ya took a deep breath and tightened his grip on the dagger.

That’s right, Ling Ya. Tonight is the night you rid yourself of your demons!

Behead Su Muwan, start anew, and step into a brighter future!

He spoke in a low voice, “Move...”

But before he could finish—

Bzzz!

A wave of black mist suddenly surged around Ling Ya and his men.

Ling Ya and the assassins: ?

Moments later.

Inside the Su family compound.

Ling Ya and his men floated in mid-air, suspended by strands of black thread.

The black mist swirled around them, alive and writhing.

The assassins looked on in shock, feeling utterly powerless to resist.

Clap~ Clap~ Clap~

A soft applause broke the silence.

Qin Luo stood before them, a mocking smile on his face as he looked at Ling Ya and his group. “I have to admire your courage.”

“You really dare to take on any job, don’t you?”

“Let me guess, you’re here to assassinate my young mistress, aren’t you?”

“Tell me who hired you. Don’t worry, after you spill, I’ll only cripple your limbs and destroy your dantian.”

Wait, what?

Crippling limbs and destroying the dantian—how is that any different from death?

The assassins paled. They were used to killing, but being on the receiving end was a different story...

If they were so enlightened about life and death, would they even be in this line of work?

Ling Ya’s expression twisted into one of sheer frustration. He glared at Qin Luo, gnashing his teeth.

That smiling face! He would never forget it!

Beneath that amiable exterior lay a cunning and malicious heart!

Ling Ya took a deep breath and cursed, “Qin Luo!! You deserve to die!!”

“Do you think this will—”

Slap!

“Ugh—!”

Before he could finish, a small green orb floated up and smacked Ling Ya across the face.

It scolded, “Trash! How dare you speak to our boss like that!”

Ling Ya shut his mouth.

He glared venomously at the figures behind Qin Luo.

Or rather, the shadowy figures.

Their auras were overwhelming, and they had appeared out of nowhere.

Damn it...

This was a miscalculation. He thought he had a good grasp of Qin Luo and Su Muwan’s strength from their last encounter.

But now...

They seemed far more terrifying than he had imagined.

And then there was...

He looked at the green orb that had just slapped him.

A malevolent spirit!

Qin Luo was actually a ghost cultivator too?

The green orb was none other than Xiong Ha from the cruise ship.

It extended a pair of tiny hands, and after slapping Ling Ya, it flew back to Qin Luo’s side, puffing itself up with pride.

It fawned, “Boss, I’ve made him behave.”

Qin Luo glanced at Xiong Ha.

The little spirit usually stayed in Xiao Mo’s Ten Thousand Demon Banner, feeding on demonic energy.

Besides Xiong Ha, the four Peak Realm experts who had been subdued by Su Muwan with a few palm strikes had also been transformed into shadow creatures through a contract, now under Qin Luo’s control.

They retained some of their habits from their previous lives.

“Amitabha.”

The shadowy version of Master Huiming sighed and shook his head. “This is truly a sin, a sin. Killing is already a grave offense.”

“Killing under the cover of night is an even greater offense.”

“Why not let this humble monk deliver them to salvation?”

With that, he brandished a black staff, clearly intending to perform a “physical salvation.”

After being shadowified, their personalities had shifted slightly, though their loyalty remained absolute.

Li Xuanfeng snorted coldly. He turned to Qin Luo and said respectfully, “Boss, the Death God Organization has a notorious reputation.”

“They only take on assassination targets below the Peak Realm. They’re a disgrace to the assassin world.”

“Don’t worry, they have no principles. A little pressure, and they’ll spill everything.”

Ling Ya: .....

“No need for all that trouble!”

Xiong Ha floated over, nudging Li Xuanfeng aside. It shimmered and said earnestly, “Boss, let me handle it. I’m a spirit, and I know how to perform soul searches.”

“You can perform soul searches?”

“Yep! Learned it from Xiao Mo!”

Xiao Mo scratched his head. “I think I know how to do it, but the target might end up as a vegetable.”

Hearing this, Ling Ya, though terrified, sneered, trying to maintain his bravado. “Soul searches turning people into vegetables? That’s just a scare tactic!”

“Do you think the Death God Organization is easily intimidated?”

Qin Luo nodded and pointed at Ling Ya. “Go ahead, show me.”

“Got it!”

Two minutes later.

Ling Ya had spilled everything.

Thud!

Ling Ya was the first to be released. He collapsed to the ground, his earlier arrogance completely gone.

He cautiously looked at Qin Luo, who was deep in thought.

Inside, he was on the verge of tears.

Seriously, man?

I remember when we were racing cars, you weren’t this strong.

How long has it been?

Not even three months!

I was just starting to feel proud of breaking through to the Mastery Realm.

How did you transform so completely? This doesn’t make sense!

Meanwhile, Qin Luo was lost in thought, his eyes distant.

He had always known that Su Muwan, as a major antagonist, would have many enemies.

But he hadn’t expected...

So many people wanted her dead.

According to Ling Ya, the dark web was flooded with orders targeting Su Muwan.

From the smallest job—beating her up for 2 million—

To the largest—taking her head for 50 billion.

The number of people placing these bounties was staggering, and strangely,

All these orders had been posted within a short period, from different IP addresses and accounts.

Still, a 50-billion bounty was enough to drive every assassin in the world mad with greed.

Who could possibly hate her so much as to offer such a sum?

Ling Ya, seemingly remembering something, swallowed hard and whispered, “Also... Boss Luo, you’re on the dark web too.”

Qin Luo’s interest was piqued. He looked at Ling Ya and asked, “What do you mean?”

“Well... there’s a 2.5-billion bounty for recording a video of us slapping you 25 times.”

As he spoke, Ling Ya subconsciously covered his face, recalling the time Qin Luo had slapped him on the mountain.

Damn, how many people have this master-servant pair pissed off?

So hated that one slap is worth 100 million?

Qin Luo: .........?