Chapter 163: The Beautiful Assassin

Faced with the pressure from Wujue and Huron, Sister Gui instantly fell into a state of panic.

As a female boss who had ruled the roost locally for many years and had once been utterly arrogant and domineering, she could never have imagined that she would one day be driven to a dead end.

Embarrassed and enraged, she took a step back and shouted, "What do you want? This is my territory! My sisters will be up here in a moment, and believe me, one spit from each of them could drown you!"

"Still trying to act tough at this point?" Wujue chuckled. "Huron, it's your turn."

Without a moment's hesitation, Huron pushed open the glass window behind them, letting the bone-chilling wind rush in, and shoved Sister Gui directly toward the sill.

Her mobility had always been somewhat impaired. It was said that when she was young, she had her leg bones broken during a dispute, leaving her with a permanent limp.

Right now, with no place to hide, her body was pressed against the window frame, half of her head forced outside. The cold wind ruffled her hair into a messy state, yet she still glared at them with unyielding resentment. "I'm not afraid of you! If you kill me, it won't end so easily. Just wait, my subordinates will avenge me, and that day will be your doomsday."

"Avenge you? How is a bunch of women going to do that?" Wujue laughed wryly. "Are they going to exhaust us to death amidst a sea of flowers?"

"That's hard to say. Perhaps women have many ways of taking revenge," a gentle voice suddenly chimed in coldly from behind Wujue. "Perhaps moving silently close to you and delivering a fatal blow is one of them."

Wujue instantly sensed a faint trace of killing intent rushing toward him. The speaker possessed exceptional skills in concealment; with a flash of his figure, almost at the exact same moment, he dodged a small knife aimed at his vital throat.

Despite this, the voice clung to him like a shadow, accompanied by a warm breath brushing against the back of his ear. A woman had actually pressed herself against his back, using her own body as a weapon to pin down his spine. "Don't move, or I'll take your life right now."

Wujue couldn't help but chuckle. Having never encountered such a seductive and alluring scenario in his life, he quickly regained his composure and asked, "What do you want?"

"Nothing much. I just want an eye for an eye, to make you let Sister Gui go." Hearing the woman holding Wujue hostage speak, Huron glanced back. It was a woman in a professional business suit, currently pressed tightly against Wujue's back, using Wujue's tall frame to shield herself.

It was a very cunning move that left no openings at all. Sister Gui immediately shouted, "Rourou, is that you? Thank goodness, you've finally come to save me!"

Huron helplessly pulled Sister Gui down from the window, blocked her behind him, and said to Rourou, "Sister Gui is down now. Wujue, do you need my help?"

To his surprise, Wujue shook his head. "It's fine. Consider it playing along with her. Beauty, do you know that there is a kind of martial art in this world called invulnerability to blades and spears?"

"Invulnerability to blades and spears? You think this is divine possession, some kind of fraudulent trick?" Rourou let out a soft laugh, her fingers sliding from Wujue's back toward his neck, her sharp nails poised as if eager to pierce his skin at any moment.

"Nothing is impossible in this world!" Wujue suddenly spoke. Under her caress, the muscles on his neck abruptly caved inward, followed by the bones inside protruding outward to form a dense layer of protective armor that blocked her fingertips.

This sudden transformation startled Rourou. Wujue spun around, grabbed her wrist, lifted her into the air, and demanded, "What is your true background? Are you from the Ming organization?"

Suspended in mid-air, Rourou showed not a shred of surprise on her face. Instead, she put on an expression of fragile helplessness, whimpering, "It hurts, can't you be a little gentler?"

Wujue smiled and said, "Sure, perhaps we can try again."

With a sharp snap, he flung her backward with a reverse hand. Just as Rourou's body was about to crash into the nearby tables and chairs, she nimbly twisted her torso in mid-air, tapped her toes a few times against the tabletop, and gracefully landed on the floor.

Her posture at that moment was twisted into something resembling a yoga pose; who could have imagined that a person's body could be this soft and flexible?

Rourou straightened up, gazing at Wujue with a hint of grievance in her eyes. "You really have no sympathy for the fairer sex, trying to throw me to my death like that?"

"I knew you'd be fine. I just wanted to test your capabilities," Wujue sneered. Drawing a handgun with one hand, he pointed it at Rourou, then looked back at Sister Gui and said, "This is your bodyguard—very formidable, but not someone you could ever afford to hire. Tell me, who is your backer? Perhaps we can still do business."

Sister Gui gave a start, her mouth opening, but no words came out. Wujue quickly realized she had been placed under some sort of instruction. He looked back at Rourou and sure enough, saw her lips moving slightly as she stopped talking.

Huron said from behind, "She's using lip-reading to warn Sister Gui not to say too much."

Wujue naturally understood and smiled. "Very smart, knowing how to pass messages like that. It seems you're the one who calls the shots here. Tell me, are you sent by Ming?"

Upon hearing this, Rourou actually smiled gently. "Since you know about the Ming organization, you should understand that we are not to be trifled with. I suggest you let this young lady go."

Wujue smiled as he released his grip, saying, "I'm waiting for your explanation. If you can't convince me, I'll still throw both you and Sister Gui down."

Rourou immediately bowed slightly and said, "Very well, I'll cut to the chase. The organization has taken a fancy to this place and wants to transform the local area into a secret branch once the crisis is resolved. Your actions will disrupt our plans, so please step aside."

"Step aside!" Wujue shook his head. "Perhaps you don't understand yet—in my dictionary, there is no such word as stepping aside. Make another proposition; you have less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn."

Faced with yet another rejection, Rourou narrowed her eyes and smiled again. "Very well, what if I say the organization is willing to form an alliance with you? The exchange condition is this place, and the corresponding benefit is that we will unconditionally assist you in ending the chaotic situation in the Huaxia Country. How about that?"

Wujue deliberately fell into deep thought before saying, "That is certainly worth considering. Let me ask you a question: do you know Alice and the Twins?"

Without missing a beat, Rourou replied, "We're not in the same department. Would you believe me if I said I knew them?"

Wujue immediately extended his hand and said, "Deal! This woman is yours, but the women downstairs are mine. I'll be leaving shortly."

Having expected a prolonged standoff, Rourou was taken aback when Wujue suddenly dropped the conflict. She let out a sigh of relief, patted her chest, and said, "You scared me to death—I thought we were going to have a massive brawl. Well then, thank you."

Wujue shrugged, indicating it was nothing, and turned back to Huron. "Let go of that old hag, let's head down."

Though puzzled, Huron asked no further questions. Believing that Wujue had his reasons, he released the resentful Sister Gui and stepped away.

Walking side by side out of the room, facing Huron's questioning gaze, Wujue merely reached out and slapped Rourou—who had followed them to the door to see them off—on her delicate thigh. "Remember my first request: help me breach the Emperor's Tomb."

Unexpecting such a frivolous gesture, Rourou blushed slightly. Nevertheless, she closed the front door and said, "Don't worry, I'll pass the message along."

Wujue smiled silently, walked down the corridor, and descended the stairs.

Huron endured his curiosity for half the journey before finally asking, "Why did you back down?"

Wujue chuckled. "Because someone will do our dirty work for us. I saw the killing intent in Rourou's eyes!"

***

"What bad karma! Are you two-timers trying to play both sides?" Sister Gui, having barely escaped death, sat in a chair gasping for breath, looking utterly wretched.

Rourou turned around, fixed her gaze on Sister Gui—who had not yet recovered from her shock—and slowly walked toward her.

A moment later, a corpse fell from the sky, plunging straight into the horde of zombies, where it was torn beyond recognition.

"The organization no longer needs you." These were the last gentle words Sister Gui ever heard before her death.