106: Chapter 106 The Dragon King's Four Heavenly Kings Attempted an Assassination Attempt? All Failed to Return

"Boom!"

The throne, crafted from pure gold, turned into a pile of twisted scrap metal under Dragon King Long Xiaotian's palm.

His beast-like roar continued to echo under the dome of the grand hall, lingering for a long time.

In the shadows, four terrifying figures like the Grim Reaper silently knelt on one knee, accepting this kill order filled with endless rage.

Wind, Forest, Fire, Mountain.

The four sharpest blades of Dragon King Hall, carrying the monstrous fury of Dragon King Long Xiaotian, snuck into Xingang City overnight.

...

Two in the morning.

Xingang City, top floor of the Sky Throne Hotel.

The night was ink-black, and the sea breeze, carrying a hint of salty chill, brushed against the hundred-meter-tall glass curtain wall of the hotel.

Four black shadows wearing high-tech night-vision suits, like geckos, clung tightly to the smooth glass, rapidly climbing toward the presidential suite on the top floor at an incredible speed.

"Is this the security of that Eastern upstart?"

One of the assassins, a skinny man codenamed "Wind," let out a contemptuous sneer through his earpiece.

"There isn't even an infrared alarm; I thought this would take some effort."

"Don't be careless."

The bald, burly man codenamed "Mountain" reminded him in a muffled voice.

"The boss said this kid caused quite a stir in China and is a bit weird."

"China? Tch."

The red-haired woman codenamed "Fire" curled her lip in disdain, toying with two poison blades shimmering with a ghostly blue light.

"Just a bunch of 'sick men of East Asia' who only know flowery kung fu. Leave that Qin kid to me later; I want to cut open his blood vessels bit by bit and let him admire the wonderful process of his blood draining away."

"Enough, stop the chatter."

The leader codenamed "Forest" interrupted them.

"Break the window in five seconds. Kill the man, take the woman."

The four exchanged glances and simultaneously pulled out specialized glass cutters from their thighs.

"Five."

"Four."

"Three."

...

Meanwhile.

Inside the spacious and luxurious living room of the presidential suite.

Qin Yuan was sitting leisurely on a leather sofa, holding a glass of top-tier red wine that Vampire Princess Anna had just poured.

The lighting in the living room was dim, with only a few mottled rays of light from the city neon outside the floor-to-ceiling windows shining in.

"Master, they are here."

Vampire Princess Anna stood behind Qin Yuan, her scarlet eyes piercing through the darkness, staring fixedly at that huge floor-to-ceiling window.

"Too slow."

Qin Yuan took a sip of red wine and yawned, feeling somewhat bored.

"I've been setting up this 'Empty Fort Strategy' for almost half an hour; is this the efficiency of these so-called top international assassins?"

Half an hour ago, Gu Qianqian's SkyNet System had already locked onto the tracks of these four little mice.

Qin Yuan had deliberately let the Shadow Guard withdraw their perimeter defenses and even turned off all electronic surveillance, just to create the illusion of "entering an unpeopled land" for them.

Fishing, after all, requires letting the fish taste a bit of sweetness so they will bite the hook hard.

"Bang!"

A loud noise!

The ten-centimeter-thick bulletproof glass, under the power of four directional blasting charges, instantly turned into glittering fragments filling the sky!

The strong wind, carrying glass shards, whistled into the suite.

The four black shadows, like four streaks of black lightning, swung into the living room along the ropes; the moment they landed, they had already assumed the perfect combat stance.

Weapons were unsheathed, and murderous intent overflowed.

"Qin Yuan! Die!"

The red-haired female assassin "Fire" made the first move. She grinned hideously, and the poison blades in her hands turned into two ghostly blue lethal arcs, heading straight for Qin Yuan's throat!

In her vision, that Eastern youth sitting on the sofa seemed to have been scared silly, not even making a move to dodge.

She could already imagine the wonderful scene of blood spurting when the poison blades sliced through his windpipe.

However.

Just as her blade tip was less than three inches away from Qin Yuan's throat.

"Ding!"

A crisp metallic clashing sound rang out.

The red-haired woman's pupils suddenly shrank to the size of pinheads.

Her poison blade, which she was proud of and which could cut through iron like mud, was actually firmly clamped by two fair, slender fingers!

It could not advance an inch!

"Is that it?"

Qin Yuan didn't even stand up.

He maintained his posture leaning on the sofa, slightly lifted his eyes, looked at the red-haired woman close at hand, and a flagrant mockery curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Is Dragon King Long Xiaotian bankrupt? He can't even afford to hire decent assassins?"

"You!"

The red-haired woman was shocked. She desperately tried to pull back the poison blade, only to find that those two fingers were like cast iron, immovable!

"Watch out!"

The leader "Forest" finally sensed that something was wrong.

This was no lamb waiting to be slaughtered; this was clearly a Tyrannosaurus Rex in sheep's clothing!

"Attack together!"

He roared, and the samurai sword in his hand brought up a gust of wind as he slashed toward Qin Yuan!

The remaining "Wind" and "Mountain" also launched fatal attacks simultaneously!

The four top assassins, with tacit cooperation, sealed off all of Qin Yuan's retreat paths.

However, Qin Yuan still did not move.

He just snapped his fingers lightly.

"Snap."

The crisp snapping sound echoed in the empty living room.

This sound was like the switch opening the gates of hell.

"Hehehe..."

A hair-raising, weird laugh suddenly came from the shadows of the living room.

"I've been stifled to death! Master, can I eat these pieces of meat?"

An "old man," shriveled like withered wood and exuding a thick, ghostly aura, appeared in front of the leader "Forest" without warning.

It was none other than the Thousand-Year-Old Demon Lin Qingxuan, who had been subdued by Qin Yuan!

"What the hell is this?!"

"Forest" was greatly shocked, but his long-term assassin instinct prevented him from retreating; instead, he accelerated his blade speed and slashed fiercely at the old man's head.

"Clang!"

Sparks flew everywhere.

The samurai sword struck the old man's head as if it had hit ten-thousand-year-old mysterious iron; not only did it leave no trace, but it also shook "Forest" until the web between his thumb and index finger split, and the long sword flew out of his hand!

"With just this much strength, you dare to come and assassinate the Master?"

Thousand-Year-Old Demon Lin Qingxuan grinned hideously, his withered claws suddenly reaching out, and with a speed too fast for the naked eye to capture, he grabbed "Forest" by the neck.

"Crack!"

Without the slightest hesitation or any nonsense, the old demon directly crushed the cervical spine of this top assassin of Dragon King Hall.

"Forest's" eyeballs bulged, and before he could even let out a scream, his head tilted softly to one side, dead as a doornail.

"Captain!"

The remaining three were furious.

This was the strongest captain among them! He was actually insta-killed by a shriveled old man who popped out of nowhere, just like crushing an ant?!

"Don't look; your opponents are us."

Two pretty yet cold voices rang out behind "Wind" and "Mountain."

Nightingale and Night Butterfly.

This pair of twin sisters had changed into combat gear at some point.

Holding daggers covered in highly toxic poison, like two black ghosts, they instantly entangled "Wind" and "Mountain."

The battle erupted in an instant.

It was called a battle, but it was actually a one-sided slaughter.

"Wind" was known for his speed, but in front of Nightingale, who had been enhanced by the system, his speed was as slow as slow-motion in a movie.

In less than ten seconds.

"Wind" had hundreds of wounds slashed onto his body by Nightingale's dagger.

Each wound was not fatal, but the neurotoxins attached to them made him suffer intensely, and he finally fell to the ground, twitching in extreme pain.

And that burly "Mountain," who claimed to be impervious to blades and guns, was tightly entangled by Night Butterfly using an extremely weird form of jujitsu.

Night Butterfly's seemingly weak legs, like a giant python, coiled around "Mountain's" neck and gave a forceful twist.

"Crack!"

Another tooth-aching sound of bone cracking.

"Mountain's" massive body collapsed to the ground, dying with his eyes wide open.

In less than a minute.

Of the originally arrogant The Four Heavenly Kings, only the red-haired woman "Fire," whose poison blade was clamped by Qin Yuan, remained.

Looking at the three gruesome corpses of her companions on the ground and then at the terrifying existences around her who were like monsters.

She finally understood what kind of devil she had provoked!

This was no assassination; this was clearly a slaughter of cornered prey!

"You... who exactly are you?!"

The red-haired woman trembled all over, her eyes filled with despair and fear, no longer having any of her previous arrogance.

"Me?"

Qin Yuan released his fingers that were clamping the poison blade.

The red-haired woman stumbled and fell to the floor.

Qin Yuan stood up, looking down at her from a high position, his eyes as cold as if he were looking at a venomous snake with its fangs pulled out.

"Go to hell and ask the King of Hell."

He couldn't be bothered to look at this woman again and turned to walk into the inner room of the suite.

"Ah Fu."

"Here, Young Master."

Ah Fu, who had been standing quietly in the corner, bowed slightly.

"This woman is too noisy. Clean it up, don't dirty the carpet."

Qin Yuan left a sentence and walked into the room without looking back.

"Yes, Young Master."

Ah Fu straightened his body.

He did not use any weapons.

He just walked up to the red-haired woman who had been paralyzed with fear and slowly extended his large, calloused hands.

"No... don't..."

The red-haired woman let out a desperate wail.

...

"Click."

The door to the inner room of the suite was gently closed, completely isolating the slaughter and screams outside.

Qin Yuan walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the still-bustling night view of Xingang City outside.

He didn't even have the interest to take a look at the one-sided massacre outside.

Just a few little mice sent to die, they didn't even qualify for him to make a move.

About ten minutes later.

The door to the inner room was gently knocked.

Then, Ah Fu pushed the door open and walked in.

He was holding a white towel in his hand, carefully wiping the residual bloodstains between his fingers.

His originally neat tuxedo was also splattered with a few drops of glaring dark red.

"Young Master."

Ah Fu walked behind Qin Yuan and bowed his head respectfully.

"Everything has been cleaned up. I've had people pack up the bodies, ready to feed the sharks."

Qin Yuan nodded without turning back.

"Is there any movement from Dragon King Long Xiaotian's side?"

"Miss Gu Qianqian just sent a message."

Ah Fu's voice remained steady, without a hint of emotion.

"The radar on Dragon King Island just came back online. Just five minutes ago, Crooked-Mouth Dragon King issued an order for the entire army to attack. His massive aircraft carrier fleet is advancing at full speed toward Xingang City."

Hearing this news, Qin Yuan finally turned around.

A long-awaited, hunter-like cold smile curled at the corners of his mouth.

"Finally couldn't sit still?"

"Pass the order down."

A bloodthirsty light flashed in Qin Yuan's eyes.

"Have the entire Shadow Guard load their bullets. Prepare to welcome... our guests."