Return of the King, Dominating the City
Chapter 43 - 43 42 Attack

43: Chapter 42 Attack 43: Chapter 42 Attack “It’s getting late; I need to go back and regroup, and who knows when we will see each other again.

My little man, you must grow up fast, then protect me,” Xia Tian said with infatuation, caressing Song Yun’s cheek softly.

“Take care of yourself, and wait for the day when I can take you to roam the mountains and play in the waters.

We’ll be a pair of merry celestial companions,” Song Yun said tenderly, eyeing Xia Tian.

“If you’re in danger, make sure to call me.

No matter where you are, I’ll definitely rush over to save you within twelve hours.”

“Hehe, I know, you’re the most formidable.

I’m leaving; take good care of yourself too,” Xia Tian pushed Song Yun away with a laugh and strutted out of the alley.

Song Yun stood still, his gaze dark and gloomy, as he stared at the ground and said in a deep voice, “Come out.”

Suddenly, Song Yun felt a breeze from behind.

He knew it was too late to turn around; he fell backward with the flow, landing firmly in the man’s arms.

His arms didn’t stop elbowing the man’s abdomen.

Then he reached into his pocket, pulled out a dagger, and slashed the man’s shoulder.

The man, seeing his attack fail, quickly stabbed his dagger towards Song Yun’s temple.

Just when the blade was a mere five or six centimeters from Song Yun’s temple, Song Yun seized it tightly with his hand.

Song Yun released his grip, letting the dagger fall to the ground, and said softly, “You’ve picked the worst time to come.

I’m very angry now, and you’re as good as dead.”

The man looked at Song Yun as one might look at a monster, then turned and ran, escaping the range of Song Yun’s attack.

Song Yun tore off a strip of cloth from his clothes to bandage his hand, then chased after the departing man, following the sporadic bloodstains into a desolate grove.

They say the night is perfect for murder, but it’s broad daylight now, and here I am, an assassin, making a move—clearly an amateur move.

Song Yun quietly stepped into the grove; just as he prepared to search further for the man, he instantly retracted his stepped-out foot and leaped up, using the treetops to bounce backwards.

At almost the same moment, the stump where Song Yun had just stood was pierced in a burst of low gunfire, wood chips flying in all directions.

Kneeling on one knee, an icy look in his eyes and a sinister smile on his lips, Song Yun once again swiftly dodged and leaped behind a towering tree, followed again by the sound of bullets sweeping past.

After several successful dodges, Song Yun heard the faint sound of the other party changing magazines and immediately ran toward the southeast in a zigzag pattern.

As he neared, Song Yun threw a pebble clenched in his hand forward.

Accompanied by a muffled groan, the man’s arm flailed weakly in the air, like a marionette.

Song Yun did not slow his pace.

Running forward, he suddenly turned and his long leg lashed out in the air, striking the man hiding behind a tree, giving him no chance to retaliate.

In his panic, the man desperately used his uninjured left hand to block.

He didn’t expect Song Yun’s leg strength to be astonishingly powerful; before he could make a next move, his arm felt as if it had been hit by a car, the fiery pain making him fly out.

“Boom!” The man hit a dense tree behind him, his face contorted in pain.

But before he could cry out, he saw Song Yun with the silenced pistol that had fallen aside earlier now pointing at his forehead.

“Don’t expect to get any information about the client from me,” the man spat out a bloody spit, grinding his teeth in hatred.

Song Yun casually ruffled his hair with a smile.

“I just want to simply know the name of your employer.

Is that not allowed?

Is the name more important to you than your life?”

Although his heart was filled with hatred, the man lost his temper looking at Song Yun’s harmless appearance.

Heaven knows why that employer sent him to provoke such a killing star.

“You’re Shura, right?

You’re a big-shot on the assassin rankings.

How could you not know the rules and regulations of assassins?

There’s one most serious rule, which is not to betray information about the employer.

If I tell you today, how am I supposed to continue working in the future?” The man looked fierce but spoke with a noticeably weaker tone, hoping that this significant clause would persuade Song Yun to stop.

“So, you mean to say you’d rather die than reveal this secret?” Song Yun asked with a teasing raised eyebrow.

“The third clause of the assassin creed’s fifth subsection states that if a conflict with a peer occurs and one side retreats, the other must not pursue.

Today, I admit defeat; I bow out of this clash.”

Song Yun laughed heartily, then fired a shot at the man’s arm.

“What’s the use of saying all this?

Don’t you know these so-called regulations are just for you, the lower and middle rankers?

High-level assassins have no such constraints.

I’ll ask you one more time, who sent you to assassinate me?”

“…” The man went silent for two seconds, realizing that the rules he cited were futile against this godlike figure, and after pondering for a moment, he said, “Actually, the main target isn’t you; you’re just a supporting role.”

Song Yun was stunned for a moment, unable to believe that he could not even be the main character, just a small fry with a bit part?

Seeing that the man remained tight-lipped, as if uttering that sentence was already the biggest concession.

Song Yun was in a bad mood, and when he was in a bad mood, someone had to pay.

If it were a beauty, he wouldn’t mind a scandalously ‘violent’ encounter, but since it was a tough guy, the moves he used on women wouldn’t work here.

He fired another shot at the man’s shoulder blade.

“Never challenge my patience, and don’t try to bait and hook me.

Spill everything you know, or else I’m not sure where the next bullet will land.”

The man wanted to curse at his bad luck; indeed, he did, though only in his mind using what he thought were the most vicious words to curse Song Yun.

Seeing the man’s nearly ‘ecstatic’ expression, Song Yun kicked him and said, “You’re not fantasizing about me, are you?

Let me tell you, I don’t like men.

My preferences are completely normal.”

I’ll be damned, my preferences are perfectly normal too!

All I was thinking was giving you a left hook followed by a low blow, but that’s just in my head!

Why did you have to assault me out of the blue?

“The main character this time is a woman named Xia Tian, ranked ninth among assassins.

That’s her.

I don’t know what the client looks like.

There’s an intermediary between us, and all tasks are obtained through that go-between,” the man said through clenched teeth.

Song Yun knew the guy wasn’t lying.

Usually, clients and assassins didn’t meet face-to-face to avoid the temptation of kidnapping for ransom, so major assassin organizations distributed bounty tasks, which intermediaries received and then infiltrated to the assassins.

These intermediaries were akin to celebrities’ agents—the more and better-quality assassins under them, the more tasks they received and the more they profited.

After a moment of silence, Song Yun wanted to know who was targeting Xia Tian.

Could it be an enemy seeking vengeance?

That’s unlikely.

Any information and movements regarding Xia Tian had to be reported to the sect, with designated personnel for protection.

But what if someone within the sect wanted to kill her…

At that thought, Song Yun broke out a cold sweat.

If someone from the sect wanted Xia Tian gone, then everything made sense, and the situation was maybe understandable.