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Croney was heavily pinned down by Lin Chuan, his hands twisted behind his back, his breathing chaotic, unable to move.

During the brief fight that had just occurred, elbows, palms, fists, knees, legs, in the melee, Lin Chuan was ferociously unrivaled. Croney had sustained internal injuries and was spitting blood.

The sharp energy in his chest was, at this moment, dissipated by more than half.

His whole being immediately wilted, he remained silent, uttering not a word.

Lin Chuan dragged Croney out of the elevator.

Then, with deft movements, he stripped off Croney's coat and bound him.

Linjiang Mansion, 32nd floor.

The night was dark as ink, like a painting.

The cold wind swept across the river, bringing ripples in waves, the sparse lights of fishing boats twinkled, and the moist, icy air entered through the crack of the window with the wind, fiercely landing on Croney's face.

On the other side was the residential garden.

In the dim evening breeze, the contours of the plants swayed, making a desolate noise, like murmuring, or sighing; in the sky, the sparse stars were faintly visible, the moonlight obscured by clouds, casting only a vague, hazy sheen, silent and somewhat desolate.

In executing missions, Croney had never been entirely victorious.

But he had never been left behind.

Except for now.

At this moment, Croney felt as if his assassin career had come to an end at the hands of this young man who seemed to be only in his mid-twenties.

Sorrow permeated his whole body in an instant, even causing his heart to skip a half beat.

All of this happened too quickly.

Croney stared at Lin Chuan wordlessly.

Lin Chuan, in turn, looked Croney up and down thoughtfully.

About three seconds later.

Lin Chuan spoke, "Croney, reputed as 'England's King of Killers,' am I right?"

Croney raised his head, a look full of confusion, frowning, "Are you from the assassin circle?"

Lin Chuan had disclosed his identity, something he hadn't anticipated.

However, he didn't admit it outright.

For, falling into Lin Chuan's hands meant only the end of his career as an assassin, not necessarily the end of his life.

He still had a chance.

But, since it was about claiming his life.

Lin Chuan, who was clear about grudges, wouldn't let Croney leave Hanjiang Anling.

He said, "Does it matter whether I'm from the assassin circle or not?"

Croney was silent, not speaking.

Indeed, it didn't matter.

If Lin Chuan really were a figure within the assassin circle, that would mean he was among the very elite at the top of the pyramid.

The most brilliant star of the assassin circle was probably him.

"Why do you say I am Croney?"

Croney tried to remain calm, but his voice inevitably carried a tone of depth and loss, as if marking a changing of the guard between the kings of their generations.

Lin Chuan chuckled, "You speak with a London accent, which ruled out Zeuso, Bosch, and Itban. If not you, then who else could it be?"

Croney, Zeuso, Bosch, and Itban were all in the top tier of the assassin circle.

They could be said to be of king-level stature.

"Is there only one assassin in the great expanse of England?" Croney asked with a frown.

"If I don't even know what level the assassin coming after me is, could I really be worth a bounty of tens of millions?" Lin Chuan said with a light smile that seemed rhetorically directed at himself.

In reality, though, it was telling Croney that he was well aware of his caliber, and also fully confident in facing him, Zeuso, Bosch, or Itban—any one of the assassins.

In the night, not far away, the babbling waters of the Anling River made a continuous, rushing sound.

Croney's eyes were as profound as ink.

He couldn't help but reassess the man who had subdued him.

Their heights were similar, his features delicate, his brow and eyes extraordinary, and there seemed to be a hint of amused smile in his eyes, also carrying an aura of encompassing ease.

Suddenly!

Croney was caught in Lin Chuan's gaze.

The motion sensor light in the elevator dimmed, and in the darkness, his black pupils were like a sword incomparably sharp, casting a radiant glow like the gleaming edge of a blade, directly and unstoppably piercing the air's barrier, breaking through Croney's psychological defenses in an instant.

This was the tie that bound top assassins.

Croney laughed with resignation, "In the end, I still lost."

Lin Chuan also gave a slight smile, "No one is invincible in battle. England's King of Killers is just ordinary here in Hanjiang Anling."

Lin Chuan did not ask who his employer was.

Or how he communicated with his employer.

Lin Chuan knew that any top assassin would absolutely keep their employer's information confidential.

Even if Lin Chuan himself were caught on a job, he wouldn't reveal information about his employer.

This was the professional ethic of assassins.

To have a King of Killers subdued and forced to divulge his employer's identity would be an insult.

So, Lin Chuan did not do so.

But he had guessed it—a close guess indeed.

Baisheng Group!

"Chairman!"

Suddenly, a familiar and affectionate voice rang out in the stairwell. The light in the elevator immediately brightened, and a shapely and anxious figure appeared in front of Lin Chuan.

Little Landlady.

Lin Chuan had previously sent her a message saying he was on the first floor and was about to head upstairs.

She had waited at home for a while but did not see Lin Chuan coming back, so she grew suspicious and stepped out to see the elevator stopped at the 32nd floor.

Suddenly, she heard a faint thud from the floors above.

Zhang Xinxin's heart skipped a beat.

Was the Chairman upstairs, fighting with someone?

Her sharp mind immediately connected the recent warnings Lin Chuan had given her—the assassin had made a move against him.

Without hesitation, she grabbed a baseball bat from the entrance of her home and ran up the stairs two at a time.