"So what if he was young? He had courage but no strategy. He deserved to die for daring to break into Devil’s Castle."
"He’s a pitiful case. He must have been under twenty. He looked so young."
"What does it matter? He’s dead. He’ll be ashes tomorrow. Forget it. Let’s go for a drink," one of them urged. The n left the garage, laughing and talking. The dim, silent garage was now empty.
A cold, tallic sound clanged. It wasn’t a heavy sound, but in the silence of the garage, it was exceptionally clear. Wushuang rolled out from under the truck. With a quick roll on the ground, she hid in a corner, then began to wind the steel rope she had been using off her arm. On her hand, the steel rope twisted into a heart-shaped bag. She looped it around her wrist, the bag dangling. Then she drew the silenced pistol from the small of her back and placed it into the bag made of steel rope.
Just as Wushuang finished, she suddenly heard a movent in the truck. Her eyes sharpened instantly. She quickly drew her silenced pistol, aiming it at the back door. Her body was on high alert, her eyes like a hawk’s. Soone was in the truck. The noise she made must have alerted the person inside.
*Who could it be?*
It certainly wasn’t a friend.
"Co out!" Wushuang said in a low, sharp voice, her tone forceful and dominant. It wasn’t that she had been careless. She hadn’t heard any movent in the truck cabin the entire way here. She had no idea when this person got in or if they were already there.
For her to not hear anything with her sense of hearing was rare. A master of this caliber was hard to find.
A tall, upright man wearing a half-mask jumped down from the truck. He wore a leather jacket and pants. His hair was a short military cut, and he wore a wristband. The leather jacket tightly wrapped his strong, muscular upper body, clearly outlining his excellent physique. The leather pants hugged his long legs, making them look exceptionally slender. The mask on his face covered the upper half, leaving only a pair of cold, deep eyes visible.
Based on his hairstyle, eyes, and height, Wushuang judged that he was an East Asian man.
She tried to search her mory for all the big nas in their line of work, eliminating them one by one. Suddenly, her eyes lit up. "**Ghost Face?**"
The man looked at Wushuang coldly. He was unard, with no visible weapon. He appeared to be alone, and his attire didn’t look aggressive. However, simply by standing there, this man exuded a kingly arrogance, an "I am the one" aura. His body radiated a terrifyingly sharp and acute killing intent that was intimidating. A killer who had been in this line of work for a long ti wouldn’t have such a sharp killing intent.
"Good eyes!" His voice chilled the air, sharp and chilling.
In Wushuang’s experience, a killer with such a sharp killing aura was usually a young, up-and-coming novice eager to prove himself.
Typically, after a few years in the business, a person’s aura would beco more subtle and controllable, especially for ace assassins who had established their reputations. Ghost Face didn’t fit her experience.
Ghost Face was a special agent. Wushuang had heard of him when she was seven or eight. At that ti, the assassin world was going through a major reshuffle. Eleven, Ye Wei, and others all retired, and a new batch of ace assassins erged, each a formidable opponent.
The assassin world had a very brutal and bloody rule: the challenge.
Any assassin could challenge another. The challenged person had to accept, and they had to accept whatever the outco was. So, holding the top assassin spot wasn’t easy, as different people would challenge you every day, and you were obligated to accept. Being number one was not a comfortable position.
Everyone wanted to be number one, but not everyone had the life to be number one.
At that ti, Ghost Face was the top assassin, number one in ferocity and cruelty. Wushuang’s impression of him was particularly deep. When she was eight, she had seen one of his matches with Ye Wei.
At that ti, Ghost Face was a handso, sinister sixteen-year-old boy. The baby fat hadn’t left his face when he challenged the current top assassin. At the ti, Ghost Face was an unknown assassin, with a huge gap between him and the famous top assassin.
Ye Wei didn’t think much of him at first. To her surprise, the match was completely unexpected. In a head-to-head fight, Ghost Face was far from the top assassin’s equal, but he was cunning and intelligent. He knew how to win with wits, exploiting his opponent’s underestimation. He successfully subdued his opponent, and his thod of killing was particularly cruel. For eight-year-old Wushuang, it was extrely cruel. She rembered very clearly that after beating his opponent to the point of being unable to fight back, he drew a large sword from a weapon rack and cut his opponent in half at the waist.
The scene was incredibly bloody. Internal organs and intestines spilled out with the blood, looking disgusting. Ye Wei instinctively tried to cover Wushuang’s eyes, but it was too late. As a result, Wushuang had nightmares for several days.
Eight-year-old Queen Wushuang wasn’t quite a "queen" yet. She was pampered by Ye Wei and Mo Jue. Her life was quite comfortable. Her training consisted of basic combat and intelligence training; it hadn’t reached such a bloody level yet.
Everything had to be done gradually.
After being frightened by Ghost Face, her courage grew a lot, and she beca accustod to any bloody scene she encountered later.
Later, she didn’t pay much attention to Ghost Face’s news. She only knew he had retired from the assassin world ten years ago. Wushuang then replaced him, becoming the new international number one assassin.
According to tradition, unless an international top assassin voluntarily retires, anyone who wants to beco number one must kill the previous one. After Ghost Face ca Wushuang. It had been ten years. Wushuang had also tried to challenge him, but couldn’t find him, so she assud he had retired. She never expected to et him here.
Two generations of international number one assassins!
The half-mask was Ghost Face’s trademark. He hadn’t appeared in the business for so long that few people rembered it.
"I didn’t think anyone would rember after ten years away from the business," his voice sounded a little self-mocking. Wushuang put away her pistol. Ghost Face looked at her coldly. "You put away your pistol so fast. Aren’t you afraid I’ll kill you?"
Wushuang smiled, a stunningly beautiful smile that was very reminiscent of Ye Wei’s—domineering, elegant, and unrestrained. She had a little less of Ye Wei’s arrogance and a bit more composure, but the smiles of the mother and daughter were almost identical.
Ghost Face also felt a sense of familiarity instantly.
"If you want to kill , let’s see if you have the ability!" She was no longer the eight-year-old girl who was scared into having nightmares by him. She was Mo Wushuang, a person who grew stronger with every challenge, the proud daughter of Ye Wei and Mo Jue.
Ghost Face snorted coldly. His icy tone was emotionless. Wushuang was wearing a human skin mask and had altered the color of her eyes. Even if she had shown her true face, Ghost Face might not have known who she was.
"Young people these days are getting more and more arrogant," Ghost Face said lightly, not taking Wushuang seriously at all.
Wushuang pursed her lips, suddenly rembering sothing. "Ghost Face, were you responsible for the Phoenix gun incident?"
She had always found it strange. A long-range shot, with such accuracy, was very rare. She had done a rough search of the assassin data currently in London but hadn’t found any suspicious individuals. She had planned to investigate further if she had the ti. But now, seeing Ghost Face, she imdiately thought of that shooting.
If it were soone else, she wouldn’t have been so curious, but if it was Ghost Face, it was easily explained.
"Who are you?" Wushuang’s human skin mask was very delicate. She looked to be around twenty. Ghost Face had been treating her as an ordinary thief and hadn’t taken her seriously. It was only when Wushuang ntioned the Phoenix incident that he carefully scrutinized the young woman in front of him.
"Who I am isn’t important. The most important thing now is, what are you doing here?"
"Who are you?" Ghost Face asked with a cold, serious tone. His index finger moved slightly. Wushuang’s eyes narrowed, but her smile remained unchanged. She even spoke with a hint of a playful swagger. "Don’t be so sensitive. I’m not interested in you."
Ghost Face frowned. Wushuang looked at him. "After ten years out of the business, your courage must have shrunk. What could a sweet and innocent girl like do to you? Have you beco a coward, trying to ruin your reputation by coming back into the business?"
"If you’re not interested in , then let’s go our separate ways." He had business at Devil’s Castle, and so did she. Wushuang thought of the body that was carried out. It seed Ghost Face had gone through a lot of trouble, deliberately sacrificing a life to enter the castle.
"What you said suits just fine," Wushuang said with a domineering smile. She wanted to challenge him, but that was a matter for later. Maybe... Wushuang thought to herself, maybe only one of them would walk out of this castle alive, which would save them the trouble of a challenge.
When one top assassin t another, according to the rules, a duel had to take place since he had re-entered the business.
It wasn’t that she loved fighting. A rule was a rule.
Ye Wei and Eleven also had to defeat their predecessors before taking the title.
"What are you here to steal?"
"What are you here to steal?" Wushuang countered, not answering Ghost Face’s question directly.
Ghost Face didn’t answer Wushuang’s question either. One gave a cold smile, the other a charming one.
A thought suddenly flashed in his mind. He finally understood where Wushuang’s familiar smile ca from. He narrowed his eyes dangerously. "Are you Ye Wei’s daughter?"
Ghost Face wasn’t Ye Wei’s imdiate successor. There were three people between them before it was his turn. Besides Ye Wei, Eleven, and Wushuang, no one else in the assassin world had held the number one title for more than three consecutive terms.
There would always be new talent to replace the old. Even if you were strong, there would be soone stronger.
Besides, when a person stands at the top, it is easy to beco complacent, intoxicated by applause and fear. They grow arrogant, lazy, and stop trying to improve, gradually losing their forr sharpness.
Being replaced was a very normal thing.
Although Ghost Face and Ye Wei were not active at the sa ti, he had seen Ye Wei a few tis and rembered her smile very clearly.
Wushuang’s ntion of the Phoenix shooting didn’t imdiately click for him, but now, putting everything together, he realized sothing was wrong. He had heard about the two gambling kings being shot a day after it happened, and that Mo Wushuang was the one who did it.
Devil’s Castle was the graveyard of thieves. The number of people killed here was countless. Everyone wanted to steal the treasures, but they lost their lives instead. Devil’s Castle beca a taboo. Even the most famous thieves, special agents, and assassins didn’t dare to break into Devil’s Castle. If n lacked the guts, won had even less.
The truck had stopped at the curve outside. He knew soone was hiding under the truck and had expected a man, not a woman. Wushuang had researched his background, and he was doing the sa with hers.
In his mind, only Ye Wei and Eleven had such guts.
And they also liked to steal treasure.
But the age didn’t match. Even with a human skin mask, a person’s age could be most easily discerned from their neck. He could tell Wushuang was not the sa age as Ye Wei and Eleven.
But if she was her daughter, it was possible.
The current international number one assassin was Mo Wushuang.
It was said that this daughter was better than her predecessor. At fifteen, she was already famous. Whether it was because of her true strength or the Mafia’s influence, Wushuang had not t her match in ten years.
He had been out of the assassin world for ten years and didn’t care about it, but upon his return, he naturally heard about Wushuang.
"That’s right, I’m Mo Wushuang!" Wushuang said with a smile, radiating dominance and confidence. Her elegant deanor was unmistakable. "According to the rules, you and I still have a duel to fight!"
"Exactly!" Ghost Face laughed. Wushuang was able to handle all kinds of smiles, even Ghost Face’s eerie, sinister one. His kingly deanor was largely dissolved by that sinister smile.
She didn’t like n like him.
Mo Jue also had a kingly aura, an "I am the one" presence. He didn’t like to smile or talk much, and he could be strange and sinister, but there was no sense of... deviousness about him.
Even when he was strange, he was openly strange.
If Mo Jue wanted sothing, he would take it, even if he had to cross a sea of fire and a mountain of blades or a cliff. He wouldn’t hesitate. But Ghost Face gave off a feeling of cunning and darkness.
Her personality was influenced more by Mo Jue than by Ye Wei.
"You seem disdainful of challenging ," Wushuang said with a smile, her eyebrows slightly raised.
"Mo Wushuang, are you challenging ?"
Wushuang shrugged, alluring and uninhibited, a cold mockery in her eyes. "You seem to have it wrong. I am the current international number one assassin. You retired ten years ago. If you want to take back your throne as number one, you can challenge . Anyti, anywhere, I will be ready! Of course, that’s only if you can get out of here alive."
Ghost Face laughed heartily, giving Wushuang a look in return. "Before I get to see your ability, I’ll see your arrogance first."
Wushuang said, "Only those with ability and strength have the right to be arrogant."
"Well said!" Ghost Face agreed with Wushuang. "Just don’t regret it!"
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