“Pan Shi, I’ve already signed the contract. I’ll have my men come over soon to take the car away.”
After saying that, Miao He glanced at Xu Mu. “My team doesn’t need anyone else to teach me how to manage.”
With that, she turned and walked outside.
Pan Shi looked back at Xu Mu with a cold glare. He didn’t make a sound but mouthed, “Just you wait!”
Xu Mu shrugged. This woman was pretty arrogant.
But she wouldn’t be cocky for long. After he sent Li Yun back, he planned to tail her.
Even if he couldn’t win this woman’s favor, he was determined to sabotage any chance encounter between Miao He and Fang Chu.
Before long, Li Yun appeared, holding a folder and smiling as she approached.
“Done?” Xu Mu asked.
“Yeah. They even wanted to hold a handover ceremony for the car, but I told them it wasn’t necessary.”
Li Yun came up to Xu Mu. “I only took the morning off today. I still have to work later.”
“Then let’s head back,” Xu Mu said with a slight nod.
Since falling ill, Li Yun hadn’t driven for quite some time.
But she used to haul goods regularly and was familiar with driving — it was just that her start was a bit slow. After that, she quickly got the hang of it.
Xu Mu got into his own car and followed Li Yun.
At that moment, through the rearview mirror, he noticed a car tailing them.
He scanned with his senses and recognized it was Pan Shi from earlier.
He sneered. He hadn’t even gone looking for Pan Shi, yet the man was coming over to meet his doom.
Xu Mu first sent Li Yun a message, telling her to go home on her own.
At the intersection ahead, he separated from Li Yun to see who Pan Shi would follow.
Just as Xu Mu expected, Pan Shi chose to tail him.
That made things easy.
Xu Mu drove out of the city.
Along the way, he sent a message to Yun Wu.
Since she was also an assassin, he asked if she had ever heard of the “Zang Ai Family.”
Since the person following him was an assassin, he planned to give Jiang Huihui another opportunity to rack up some achievements.
After calling him, Xu Mu activated his location tracking.
……
Outside Yang City, by the riverbank.
Xu Mu parked the car by the roadside.
Just as he got out, Yun Wu’s message came through.
He glanced at his phone and was visibly surprised.
He hadn’t expected the Zang Ai Family to be so formidable.
According to Yun Wu’s introduction, the Zang Ai Family was a newly emerged assassin organization.
All assassins were under forty years old, led by three powerful leaders.
The head leader was called “Forgot Love.”
The second leader, “Weeping Rose.”
The third leader, “Heartbreak.”
Seeing these names—love, tears, and heartbreak—it truly fit the name “Zang Ai.”
Under each leader were several hall chiefs, and beneath them were the lowest-ranking foot soldiers.
They seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, and no one knew the true identities of the three leaders.
In the “Hundred Ghosts Night Parade” organization rankings, they ranked fifth, just behind “Dancing Under the Moon.”
However, the three leaders hadn’t participated in the Death List trials.
So none of them appeared on the Death List rankings.
But ranking so high in the organization standings clearly showed they were no ordinary group.
Xu Mu looked at the message from Yun Wu and shook his head slightly.
The world really was vast and full of wonders.
Just then, a Wuling Hongguang pulled up in the distance.
Three men jumped out of the car. Xu Mu recognized two of them.
One was Pan Shi, and the other was the burly guy Pan Shi had taught a lesson to earlier.
The third was a new face—his hair dyed red, styled like a peacock’s tail, with the front hair covering one eye.
“Kid, I’m the kind of person who never holds grudges—because if I have one, I settle it on the spot.”
Pan Shi sneered coldly and strode quickly toward Xu Mu. “Do you even know who I am? Compared to me, do you have the strength?”
Xu Mu activated his senses, sighing helplessly.
What’s going on with Jiang Huihui?
It’s still not time yet. If she doesn’t show up soon, I’ll have to deal with these guys myself.
Whoosh!
As Pan Shi approached, he pulled out a dagger.
Seeing this, Xu Mu immediately retreated.
At the same time, the peacock-haired man also drew a dagger.
He circled around from the side, launching an attack on Xu Mu together with Pan Shi.
“Hey!”
Xu Mu sighed and suddenly stretched out both hands, pinching the blades of the two daggers with just two fingers.
Pan Shi and the peacock-haired man shook their daggers violently, but couldn’t pull them free at all.
“Kid! Prepare to die!”
Pan Shi suddenly clenched his fist and lunged at Xu Mu.
With a twist of his fingers, the blades of the daggers snapped instantly.
Xu Mu quickly raised his hand to block Pan Shi’s punch.
Pan Shi sneered, “Iron Shattering Fist!”
Boom!
The dark energy behind his punch slammed into Xu Mu’s palm.
The force was so strong, the ground beneath them trembled.
“Kid, I just used a Yellow-grade technique. Your hand should be—”
As Pan Shi spoke, he noticed Xu Mu’s palm was completely unharmed. His eyes widened in disbelief. “Impossible! You…”
“Xu Mu!”
At that moment, a heroic-looking woman appeared in the distance.
“You finally came. I was about to die here!”
Xu Mu immediately ran toward her.
But Pan Shi and the peacock-haired man stood frozen, not giving chase.
“What the hell are you playing at?”
Pan Shi cursed under his breath.
He’d just unleashed a real technique, not some cheap trick.
With his mid-level dark energy strength, he could punch holes through steel.
And yet, his punch didn’t even leave a mark on Xu Mu’s hand.
Damn it, can’t even fake it properly?
At least swing your arm a few times and pretend it hurts a bit.
Bang!
In an instant, Jiang Huihui delivered a sharp whip-like kick, sending the peacock-haired man flying.
He crashed into the Wuling Hongguang in the distance, denting the car door on impact.
Pan Shi’s expression darkened. This woman seemed even stronger.
He unleashed his technique again, throwing a punch at Jiang Huihui.
But Jiang Huihui moved so fast she left afterimages, effortlessly dodging and appearing at Pan Shi’s side.
Her hands casually tucked into her pockets, her long black hair flowing in the wind.
Boom!
She delivered a vertical flying kick to Pan Shi’s shoulder.
The terrifying force made him drop to one knee instantly.
“Ah!”
Pan Shi let out a hoarse roar, clutching his knee as he collapsed.
Pop!
Jiang Huihui blew a bubble, which burst before she looked over at Xu Mu, “Done.”
“What about the other one?”
Xu Mu pointed at the burly man over there.
The man had originally planned to run, but the driver’s side door of the Wuling Hongguang was completely dented in.
He couldn’t drive it either, so he had no choice but to raise his hands in surrender.
“Huihui, why are you just getting here? I almost died, you know?”
Xu Mu said to Jiang Huihui.
“Today’s just been unlucky. I got caught running a red light on my electric bike and was fined twenty yuan. It wasted a bit of my time.”
Jiang Huihui pulled out a piece of bubble gum from her pocket. “Don’t be mad.”
Xu Mu caught the gum and pointed at the group of people. “They’re all assassins, from the Zang Ai family.”
“What? Assassins from the Zang Ai family?”
Jiang Huihui’s eyes widened. That was a notorious assassin organization, and she had actually caught them herself.
[Affection +10]
“Xu Mu, you’re amazing. Everyone wants you dead.”
Jiang Huihui linked her arm with Xu Mu’s and shook it vigorously.

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