Wen Wenling took a deep breath, struggling with her fear, "You're here for Qin Jiang?"
"No, our job is only to kill you and your daughter!" the man said coldly. "As for Qin Jiang, soone else will take care of him."
Wen Wenling subconsciously clenched the sewing needle in her hand, which pierced into her palm, yet she completely forgot the pain, "What have you done to Sisi?!"
"Nothing yet, but soon, you and your daughter will et on Netherworld Road!"
Wen Wenling gritted her teeth and knelt down stiffly, "Kill , but I beg you, spare my daughter... She's still a girl! Don't lay a hand on her!"
The man in black shook his head, "Our client pays, we do the job, that's our rule."
"You will die, she will also die."
"Our people have already gone after her."
In the blink of an eye, the man had reached Wen Wenling's side, the blade of his knife gleaming with a nacing cold light.
"Die!"
He didn't hesitate for a mont and swung the sharp sword, chopping down towards Wen Wenling!
Wen Wenling instinctively closed her eyes...
She knew she had no chance of resisting against these wolf-like assassins!
She wasn't afraid of dying...
But the thought of her daughter soon facing catastrophe made her heart ache imnsely...
Just as the blade was about to fall upon her, the very mont it reached above her head!
A gust of wind suddenly blew into the hall.
The man in black was astounded; he felt an overpowering sense of pressure bearing down upon him!
There was nothing in front of him, yet his body stiffened as though frozen, unable to move even an inch, and the blade, flickering with cold light, could not advance any further.
With the breeze ca a middle-aged man into their line of sight.
The middle-aged man walked through them as if they weren't there.
Yet they felt a chill run down their spines and feared this newcor, their legs weakening under the invisible pressure that made even the slightest movent extraordinarily difficult, let alone mounting an attack!
The middle-aged man walked towards them step by step.
His pace wasn't fast.
Yet he covered ten ters with each step, quickly reaching the spot before Wen Wenling.
"Wenling..." His voice was tender as he looked at Wen Wenling.
Wen Wenling's body trembled, and she opened her eyes to gaze blankly at the man before her, and then...
Tears welled up in her eyes!
"Don't cry, our child is so grown up, and you still cry so easily." The man said, smiling as he wiped away her tears.
"You jerk, you've finally deigned to co back!" Wen Wenling was still crying, on the verge of collapse, as if letting out all the grievances she had suffered over the last twenty-plus years!
She stood up with a "wa" sound and threw herself into the middle-aged man's arms...
Qin Chuan's eyes were filled with remorse, "You've suffered so much these years."
Seeing his once radiant wife now with strands of white amongst her black hair, he couldn't help the tears welling up in his eyes either. She had endured too much pain over all those years...
The hall fell dead silent!
Only the sound of Wen Wenling's grieving sobs lingered.
Qin Chuan showed no impatience, tenderly consoling her.
The black-clad assassins in the room felt nearly petrified, a cold sweat seeping through their backs.
Their hands holding the swords had also beco damp.
The oppressive feeling bearing down on them persisted!
They wanted to flee, but their bodies were paralyzed...
"Who... who exactly are you?!" the leading assassin asked, his eyes wide and lips trembling.
Qin Chuan slowly turned his head, and when the assassin got a clear look at Qin Chuan's face, he felt as if he'd fallen into an ice pit!
"It's you!!!"
He was terrified as if he had seen a ghost.
"Oh, it seems you've seen before. You're one of the few who slipped through the net of Rakshasa," Qin Chuan said indifferently. "Daring to lay a hand on my woman, I suppose the few remaining Rakshasa branches don't want to exist anymore, right?"
He was smiling, yet his smile sent chills down the spines of the assassins.
"Swoosh—" A figure like a ghost appeared quietly before Qin Chuan, kneeling on one knee, "Master, these fellows, should we interrogate them under severe torture for the Rakshasa bases, or just deal with them directly?"
Qin Chuan swept his indifferent gaze over the Rakshasa assassins.
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