NOVEL WEB chapter 132
132. Pork Floss Buns are Trash
In the dim chamber of the mansion, two assassins hired from the Dark Alliance quietly listened to their orders.
Both stood aloof and detached, their eyes deep and profound. Without a word, they had already envisioned the demise of their target.
Mu Gao slightly stroked his beard and inquired:
“May I know the esteemed names of you two?”
“Heng.”
“Jun.”
The assassins responded with a single word each.
“Hmm? What does that mean?”
“Reporting to you, sir, these are their aliases. They do not use their real names but these aliases instead.”
The confidant who introduced the assassins to Mu Gao explained that the Dark Alliance gathered masters from all walks, and almost all of them used aliases, many of which were a single character.
“I see.”
Mu Gao continued to stroke his beard with a smile, “Then, may I ask if you two could demonstrate your skills for me?”
“We can,” they replied.
Mu Gao then took them to a martial field and ordered several powerful warriors to be summoned, intending to test their strength. After all, to assassinate Mu Yiting and her power in Fengyuan Town, they needed to possess some real skill.
“You go first.”
“Alright.”
At that moment, the assassin known as Heng stepped forward, facing three robust warriors.
The three fierce warriors didn’t bother with pleasantries, launching swift punches at Heng.
They hit.
But it was just an afterimage.
In an instant, five phantoms of Heng split off, continuing to circle the warriors.
Unable to discern which Heng was real, each warrior locked onto a target and continued their rapid attacks.
All attacks missed, and then one was struck by Heng, instantly falling to the ground.
“There!”
The remaining two pinpointed their target and continued their ferocious assault, but Heng retracted the five shadows and split them again, once more confounding the two warriors.
Soon, they too fell one after another.
Mukou witnessed the battle and was greatly satisfied.
“Good, good!”
He couldn’t help but applaud them, worthy assassins of the Dark Alliance, they did not disappoint him.
Heng’s face remained unchanged, his heart undisturbed, for him, it was merely a simple stretching of muscles.
Next, it was Jun’s turn to showcase his skills, and the result was the same; he quickly defeated the other three warriors.
“Good! Very good!”
Mukou clapped again, “Then, I ask you two masters to kill the target, and there will be a generous reward!”
Heng and Jun said little, just nodding in agreement. They had the target’s portrait and intelligence; Mukou also had influence in Fengyuan City, which would cooperate with them to eradicate Mukou Yiting and others, eliminating the forces that would contest his power.
Heng and Jun left Mukou’s mansion and immediately set off for the target town, Fengyuan Town.
They had calculated the time well; upon reaching Fengyuan Town, they would still have time to plan and execute the assassination of Mukou Yiting and her group.
This task had to be done swiftly, killing them before they could meet and negotiate an alliance with the Demon Refining Sect.
“I have other tasks at hand; you go to Fengyuan Town first, and I will join you later,” Heng said coldly.
“Alright.”
The two reached a consensus and then parted ways; Jun went to Fengyuan Town first, while Heng went to carry out another assassination task. He was very good at time management, calculating that there was still plenty of time.
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“Don’t, don’t kill me! Ah!”
With the last person’s blood splattering, Heng had completed his task.
He had killed many people, collected some items from them, and now he could go back to report to the person who issued the commission and collect the bounty.
It was done much faster than he had anticipated; now he could head to Fengyuan Town to meet up with his companion, Jun.
But before that, he needed to find something to eat; even an assassin needs to eat.
Passing through a small town, he decided to buy some dry food and pastries to fill his stomach.
He found a pastry stall that had his favorite soybean cakes.
“Ten soybean cakes.”
“Ten pork floss cakes.”
Just as Heng asked for ten soybean cakes, a man called out for ten pork floss cakes.
Heng looked over and saw a man with a dark face, covered with many sores and scar marks.
Heng felt a disgust for pork floss cakes; in his eyes, soybean cakes were the best pastries, and he couldn’t stand the rest.
“Alright, dear customer, please wait a moment! You really know how to choose, sir, the pork floss cakes and soybean cakes are the best pastries I have here, praised by the whole town!”
The owner cheerfully packed ten pork floss cakes and ten soybean cakes, handing them to Heng and the other dark-faced man.
Money exchanged hands, and as the owner was handling the transaction, he wasn’t careful and accidentally dropped a pork floss cake on the ground.
“Ah, my apologies, dear customer, this one’s gotten dirty. Don’t bother with it, I’ll get you another,” the shopkeeper hurriedly apologized, then went to fetch another pork floss bun.
“Sure, give me another one. Do you still want this one on the ground, boss?”
“That’s dirty, I’ll pick it up and throw it away later.”
“No need, I’ll pick it up for you. This one’s mine now.”
The man with the dark complexion chuckled. Eating wild beasts raw in the wilderness used to be routine for him; now, it was just a pork floss bun that had fallen to the ground. Picking it up and eating it was just fine.
The more that fell, the more he could freeload. It wasn’t that he couldn’t afford them, but the thrill of freeloading was genuinely exhilarating.
The dark-faced man was about to bend down to pick up the pork floss bun when Heng, oblivious to others, stepped right over it, nearly stepping on the man’s hand.
“Hold on, if your eyes are useless, donate them to someone in need. Didn’t you see the pork floss bun that just fell on the ground?”
“It’s just trash.”
Heng’s sharp gaze swept over the dark-faced man as he spoke coldly.
“What did you just call trash?” The dark-faced man was displeased.
“Except for soybean cakes, all pastries are trash. Pork floss buns, even if they don’t fall, are still trash.”
In this small town, facing these tricky townsfolk, Heng had no intention of holding back. He spoke his mind directly. In his view, except for soybean cakes, all pastries were trash, even if they didn’t fall to the ground. Stepping on trash was nothing out of the ordinary.
“You get a sense of superiority from eating a soybean cake? Today, you owe an apology to pastry lovers all over the world.”
Hearing this, the dark-faced man truly became angry. He was about to grab Heng by his clothes when Heng immediately pulled out a sharp blade, pointing it at the dark-faced man:
“Scum, if you don’t want to die, get lost. I don’t kill nameless nobodies outside of my missions. But if you’re seeking death, I can oblige.”
Heng’s arrogant demeanor and icy voice were filled with confidence and pride. He had killed countless people without blinking an eye, and just now, he felt he could decapitate the dark-faced man in an instant.
However, the dark-faced man was not the least bit flustered, even flashing a wicked smile:
“Heh, I respect individual dietary preferences, but I still suggest you start your life over. Don’t let soybean cakes go to your head.”
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