507: Chapter 496 I Want Your Life 507: Chapter 496 I Want Your Life “For people like that, you have to use their own methods against them, or else they’ll never understand what’s right and what’s wrong,” Song Yun said as he tucked the dagger into his waistband.
“Ah, I never thought they would turn out this way.
They weren’t like this before,” Wu Xin let out a sigh and said.
“Hmph, these days, even fathers and sons turn against each other for money, let alone relatives you aren’t close with.
Sometimes money is a good thing, but at other times, it’s really not worth a damn,” Song Yun said with a laugh.
“Have you ever thought about what they would do to you if something were to happen to me today?”
“I guess they would use force to make me sign the agreement,” Wu Xin said thoughtfully with worry.
“Sigh, it seems I’ll have to be more cautious from now on.”
“Hehe, don’t worry, tomorrow I’ll have some people come over to help you watch the store.
From now on, your safety will be guaranteed,” Song Yun said.
“Do you want to stay for dinner today?
We haven’t seen each other for a long time.
Is it that if I didn’t call you today, you would never come to eat here again?” Wu Xin pouted and asked with a face full of unhappiness.
“Not at all…
I’ve just been busy with things recently.
Today is no good, maybe some other day.
I will definitely give you a call when I’m free,” Song Yun said before taking off as if escaping, then he returned to headquarters.
Today was the day meant for dealing with Da Long and that female assassin; Song Yun thought it was better to prepare for the battle than to waste time.
After sitting idly in the headquarter until nightfall, Song Yun drove to the place where he had been targeted for assassination by the female assassin some time ago.
Although Black Flood Dragon planned to handle this himself tonight, Song Yun still felt somewhat uneasy.
After parking his car not far from the location, Song Yun climbed a large tree like a monkey, after arranging the branches in front, he sat inside to observe the distance.
Approximately half an hour later, the villa door at the location opened and a girl wearing sheer clothing staggered out, followed closely by Da Long, the Fierce Tiger’s Regent King.
Seeing Da Long, Song Yun squinted his eyes with disdain; this assassin must indeed have deep connections with Fierce Tiger or else Da Long wouldn’t be here in the dead of night in such a secluded place.
“It’s so late today, you must be careful on your way back,” the girl said as she helped straighten Da Long’s clothes, just like a tender young wife.
“Hehe, if Lei Ting that bastard hadn’t suddenly called me back, I wouldn’t be leaving this late,” Da Long said as he wrapped his arms around the girl’s waist and kissed her lips fiercely.
“You’ve probably been forgotten by Song Yun by now, you can go out and about.
If you find out that someone knows who you are, you must tell me right away.”
“Okay, okay, I will listen to you,” the girl giggled.
“You better leave now, otherwise Lei Ting might start to suspect you again.”
Watching Da Long drive away, the girl’s eyes filled with scorn, even with a hint of contempt.
In her view, Da Long was just a stepping stone to a better life.
If Da Long rose in rank, she could dedicate herself to him, but if anything happened to him, she would just go back to her old profession.
As she stood at the door pondering, she suddenly felt a gaze on her.
She whipped around quickly and spotted a pot-bellied man coming out of another villa nearby, ogling her lecherously.
The girl relaxed slightly after realizing he wasn’t an enemy.
She had just walked into the living room after closing the door when she found a young man sitting on the couch, a drawn sword lying next to him.
“Oh, which family’s handsome young man are you, and what business do you have with me?” The girl, who looked a bit young due to her childlike features, could have been mistaken for a minor, but in reality, she was already in her twenties.
“I’m here for your life,” Black Flood Dragon stood up slowly and said.
“Hehe, you must be joking,” the girl laughed.
“I don’t know you, why would you randomly want my life?
If you’re here to rob, there’s money in that cabinet, just take it.”
“I’m not here to rob.”
“Then for lust?
Although I’m rather unwilling, it’s not like I can’t let you have your way once,” she flirted.
“So, shall we do this in the living room, the bathroom, or the bedroom?”
“I’ve already told you, I want nothing else but your life,” Black Flood Dragon said as he drew the Longquan Sword and slashed viciously towards the girl’s face.
Her eyes narrowed and her body sprang back, “Just who are you?”
“Who I am is not important.
What is important is that you crossed someone you shouldn’t have,” Black Flood Dragon raised an eyebrow and said, “You’re as good as dead today.”
Black Flood Dragon adjusted his breathing to the optimal state.
As someone who practiced Qinggong, he knew that the essence of the skill was to blend with the surrounding air, to feel the flow of air with all the pores of his body, and thus to predict the enemy’s movements.
It is said that if one achieves mastery, they would be able to fight blindfolded.
Although Black Flood Dragon had not yet reached mastery, he could already sense the airflow around him and predict the direction and trajectory of the girl’s attack.
The girl, however, stared at Black Flood Dragon, who had closed his eyes, unable to understand him.
To her, fighting required unblinking focus on the opponent’s moves, as a slight mistake could be fatal.
Yet here was this man, closing his eyes in battle—complete madness in her eyes.
She pulled out a dagger from under the table behind her and lunged at Black Flood Dragon with it.
However, he seemed to have anticipated the attack, just tilting his head to dodge it.
Shocked by his response, she attacked Black Flood Dragon with the dagger relentlessly, and he continued to evade her strikes.
“Is that all?” Black Flood Dragon opened his eyes, looked at her with derision, and scoffed, “With such feeble skills, you plan to assassinate others?
Ridiculous.”
Black Flood Dragon then moved, appearing in front of the girl like a shadow, his sword slightly raised.
The girl didn’t even see the movement before she realized her right arm had been cut off.
Perhaps it was because the Longquan Sword was so sharp that she didn’t feel pain at first, but a few seconds later, her entire face scrunched up.
“Even if I don’t kill you, you’ll bleed to death,” Black Flood Dragon said indifferently.
“Huh…
Huh…”