Chapter 30: The Assassin's Hand

  The middle-aged man's three-edged military dagger was about to pierce through his clothes, when Han Yu's mouth suddenly curved into a faint, eerie smile. In his left hand, a dagger emitting a faint glow transformed into a faint cold light, and at the critical moment, it collided with the middle-aged man's military dagger!

  Right!

  A faint crisp sound, the middle-aged man's pupils suddenly contracted, his body retreated violently without hesitation! At the same time, the three-edged military spear in his left hand flew out of his hand, transforming into a dark light that went straight for Han Yu's heart!

  As a professional killer, his reaction was not slow!

  It was just this time he met Han Yu, and met the Tian Ce in Han Yu's hand!

  As he retreated backwards, the cyan light that Tian Ce had transformed into also broke through the three-edged military spear in his right hand, carrying a chilling killing intent, flying towards his neck.

  A middle-aged man narrowed his eyes, quickly arched his body backwards, with his right foot touching the ground, and flew a kick straight at Han Yu's abdomen.

  On the toe tip, a sharp and pointed blade as long as five fingers, with a bright whistling sound, if kicked, it would be no different from being severely injured by a sharp blade!

  Han Yu was also startled and hastily pulled up his pants.

  This killer is more troublesome than he imagined! However, the more so, the less he can give his opponent another chance to strike again!

  In his heart, he silently cursed the other's shamelessness. The dagger in his left hand flew out again, directly targeting the middle-aged man's inevitable path of retreat. And without withdrawing his left hand, it took advantage of the opportunity to slap the middle-aged man's ankle.

  Taking advantage of the opponent's forward momentum, Han Yu's body immediately flipped over, turning upside down!

  The hand-held heavenly strategy seemed like a poisonous snake aiming at its prey, along the middle-aged man's body leaning back and upwards!

  The icy blade seemed to have swept past his nose tip, carrying an indescribable chill, and steadily landed on his shoulder.

  The middle-aged man's face changed color, and his body, which was about to stand up, stiffened there.

  Han Yu fell to the ground, slightly panting, and the wound on his neck also cracked open, burning with pain. His reaction was quick, but his arm was still cut by the sharp blade on the opponent's shoe tip.

  However, his hand holding the knife remained as steady as a rock.

  Silence.

  A silence that almost suffocates.

  The middle-aged man's facial muscles twitched involuntarily, his body stiffened, and even he couldn't bear it. But he didn't dare move, a faint but silky killing intent tightly wrapped around him, beads of sweat the size of beans began to slowly seep out on his face, trickling down his cheeks before shattering into powder.

  The middle-aged man's breathing gradually became urgent. His calm eyes also began to become flustered, and his current movement was equivalent to putting all his expressions under Han Yu's eyelids. He seemed to feel that the two icy gazes with a hint of mockery were wandering on his body.

  Although he knew it was Han Yu intentionally putting pressure on him, he couldn't help but say: "Kill me!"

  The middle-aged man's appearance is ordinary, his voice doesn't have any distinctive features, low and slightly hoarse.

  Han Yu's mouth curved upwards, a faint smile that was somewhat flirtatious, and he exclaimed: "Good!"

  The middle-aged man's eyes suddenly bulged, and this answer made him somewhat unexpected. As a killer, he had long been prepared to be killed, so he didn't feel flustered at all. On the contrary, it seemed like a relief, and he slowly closed his eyes.

  However, after waiting for half a day, Han Yu still didn't make a move. He suddenly opened his eyes wide and said in a hateful tone: "Why haven't you made a move yet?"

  "Don't worry about this, when the time comes, I will naturally take action!" Han Yu said with a straightforward and confident tone.

  The middle-aged man's slightly silver eyebrows suddenly furrowed, and a cold glint flashed in his gaze as he looked up at Han Yu, while his hand below tightened secretly.

  "You've been stiff for half a day, if you make a move, your body will react 0.5 seconds slower than usual, if I were you, I wouldn't be foolish enough to make a rash move." Han Yu's face still had that detestable, infuriating smile that made people want to punch him, as he drawled lazily.

  The middle-aged man heard this and his body stiffened again, but then the expression on his face gradually calmed down.

  However, these subtle changes did not escape Han Yu's eyes. He knew that if he were to press on at this moment, the other party would definitely fight back with all their might. After all, as a high-level assassin, they had an unyielding dignity that brooked no insult.

  So he slightly raised the knife in his hand and said softly, "You straighten your waist first, let's talk again." As he spoke, the back of the knife in his hand tapped lightly.

  The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, and the desperate heart that had just risen due to humiliation subsided again.

  He slowly straightened his body, just about to turn around, when Han Yu's knife tightened slightly, and he said faintly, "Let's leave it at that. Now I have a few questions for you."

  "I won't say anything!" the middle-aged man said coldly.

  Han Yu smiled indifferently and said in a soft voice, "Don't you want to choose a way to die for yourself?"

  "I know you're a hitman, a professional killer who trades lives for money. For someone like you, I don't need to know your name. In Beihai County, I've only offended one person, so I also don't need to know who sent you! As for where that person is, I already knew long ago and didn't need you to tell me!"

  "Now, I'm just kindly giving you a chance to make your last statement, of course, the part that interests me."

  It was as if to prove that he wasn't lying, the moment his words fell, Han Yu's wrist slightly trembled, and Tian Ce immediately plunged into his opponent's neck. A faint blood glow appeared on the blue blade, tracing out a strange thin line: "Now, can we talk?"

  The muscles on the middle-aged man's face twitched, and the triangular military thorn that had already slipped to the edge of his forearm suddenly stopped.

  He could feel the cold blade had already pierced the skin on his neck.

  As soon as the other party makes a slight movement, the artery on his neck will be cut off.

  A chill of deathly oppression weighed heavily on his heart, causing his heartbeat to even skip a beat.

  He didn't want to show his fear, so he took a deep breath and said in a calm tone: "What's there to talk about?"

  The middle-aged man's voice had a slight tremble in it, but he didn't notice himself.

  Han Yu smiled complacently and didn't let his opponent turn around, also to put pressure on him. Now it seems that it has had an effect.

  "I'm a very curious person, I want to know, why did you become an assassin?" Han Yu said calmly.

  The middle-aged man glanced around lightly, but stood up straight and said faintly: "Except for killing people, I won't do anything else. And, I don't dislike this line of work."

  "Are you famous in the killer circle?" Han Yuwei frowned and asked.

  The middle-aged man seemed to smile, his voice slightly raised: "Famous? If I were famous, would I come here to kill you? Originally, I was like you, thinking that becoming an assassin would allow me to obtain everything with my own strength. But after entering this circle, I found out that everyone is the same!"

  "Those killer organizations have taken over most of the hitmen and monopolized almost all the lucrative businesses! For us freelancers, we can only scrounge for some small-time jobs!"

  Han Yu's eyebrows rose: "Assassination organization?"

  The middle-aged man seemed to want to vent his chest before he died, and said in a cold voice: "Since the killer is the most profitable industry, of course someone will stretch their hands here!"

  Han Yu rubbed his nose somewhat uncomfortably and said: "So you're saying I'm that zero you chose?"

  "If I had known you were so hard to kill, I wouldn't have taken this job!" The middle-aged man's words had barely fallen when his body suddenly shifted sideways in a strange manner.

  Han Yu was listening to the other person's story, but he didn't relax his vigilance. As soon as the other person's neck left the blade of his knife, he sensed it.

  With a smile on his face, Tian Ce brought a flash of blood light and slashed at his neck once again.

  The middle-aged man didn't even have time to turn around, he simply raised his right hand quickly, and a triangular military dagger blocked Tian Ce's path.

  With a crisp sound, the three-edged military spear was knocked away by Tian Ce and heavily hit the middle-aged man's face, leaving a blood mark!

  The middle-aged man took the opportunity to rush forward a few steps and picked up his life. He ran towards the door without looking back, and Han Yu showed a faint smile in her eyes, chasing after him at a steady pace!

  Just as they reached the door, the middle-aged man suddenly turned around, and the three-edged military dagger in his hand transformed into a dark light, quickly stabbing towards Han Yu behind him.

  Han Yu merely flipped the Tian Ce in his hand, and the blue blade blocked this fatal stab!

  "You can't escape!" Han Yu's mouth corner brought a slightly shy smile, and his light voice sounded in a mass of cyan light!

  PS: Hurry up and post the previous chapter, to refresh everyone's spirit!!!!!