An assassin doesn’t kill someone just by mouthing off and making them die “magically.” They have to act, killing in a physical way.
Modern medicine determines death by brain death rather than by the heart stopping.
So, to be declared dead, a person must first lack autonomous breathing ability and be in a deep coma, unresponsive even to stimuli like light.
After that, all brainstem reflexes must disappear.
Only when these conditions are met can a person be declared dead.
In the underworld, killing someone is the same—words alone can’t kill.
The method of killing is exactly like in the real world.
Our proud Miss Hua Ru was a bit cowardly.
She wore an apron outside and held a few pieces of iron wire.
She was slowly walking back upstairs with No.12 Xukesi and No.7 Ragna, step by step approaching Room No.15. The only small consolation was… No.14 Yeliena was even more cowardly than her, which was perhaps something to be glad about, but not really.
Passing the hall just now, the clock above showed 1:28 AM—there was still a long way to the 6 AM deadline.
If it weren’t for worrying about maintaining her “superior” image, she really wanted to stall for a while to mentally prepare herself.
Saying you want to kill and actually killing are two different things.
She was brave enough to spout nonsense, but when it came to real action, she was very scared.
Standing at the door of Room No.15, Ragna and Xukesi quietly watched her.
Calm… calm…
She looked at the keyhole.
Since the keyhole was rather low, she decided to squat down, but after squatting, the hole was above her head.
She had to lift a bit, keeping a half-squat, and slowly inserted two iron wires with bent ends into the keyhole.
Her hands trembled slightly, whether from nervousness, fear, or both.
Xukesi held a black dagger, glancing around with focus on the direction of Room No.16 and Room No.1. Ragna was watching the direction of Room No.13.
None of them were sure if the others could open doors, so per their earlier plan, if anyone opened a door now, the others would rush immediately to handle that person, temporarily abandoning target No.15.
Seeing that the two were already in position, Hua Ru relaxed a bit and concentrated on the lock.
This kind of lock was very simple in structure.
Inside the keyhole were several pins; as long as the pins were pushed up, the outside door handle could be turned to unlock.
Until the pins were pushed, the handle wouldn’t turn.
Honestly, the system was quite considerate—for assassins at least.
The lock was not complicated, with only two hidden pins.
So two iron wires could open it, and it took just two minutes to locate the pins.
“Okay, just need to turn it now,” she whispered to the two, holding the wires in place to keep the pins pushed, signaling them to open the door.
Xukesi stepped back half a step and gave Ragna a glance: “You go first, I’ll support from behind.”
Ragna wore a serious expression, stepping back half a step, and gave Xukesi a glance: “You first, I’ll assist.”
Xukesi took another half step back, pointed at the door with his head, then at himself, signaling: “I said you go first, I’ll provide support. If you miss anything, I’ll cover it.”
Ragna clearly disagreed, stepping back half a step as well.
Tightening his grip on his bone-cutting cleaver, he pointed at himself, then tapped Xukesi’s left hand, and then pointed at the door, signaling: “I’m small, not suited for rushing in. You’re better at charging.”
The two argued endlessly, unwilling to go first.
Only when Hua Ru turned to glare at Xukesi did they finally stop the pointless excuses.
Of the four assassins, the one claiming to be a Hong Kong reporter was the strongest.
It made sense for him to take point.
Reluctantly, he stepped forward, left hand on the handle, right hand tightly gripping the dagger.
(In Cantonese) “3…”
(In Cantonese) “2…”
(In Cantonese) “Wait… wait.” Xukesi suddenly stopped the countdown, slipping his hand into his pants. “Wait, I need to adjust my stance. It’s off, uncomfortable. Might affect my performance, sorry.”
Everyone’s tense nerves instantly relaxed, but as the countdown resumed, their nerves tightened again.
(In Cantonese) “Okay, ready. Listen to me. 3… 2…”
(In Cantonese) “Wait, hold on.” Xukesi stopped again.
“What the hell! Are you done? Either take your pants off or just hurry up.” Ragna was very displeased.
(In Cantonese) “No no, it’s not that this time.” Xukesi’s expression was serious. “Remember the plan? I rush in and stab once; might not kill him. Then I go prone, and you follow up with a finishing stab.”
“Got it, okay.” Ragna responded earnestly.
(In Cantonese) “Be careful not to cut me.”
“Understood. Quit the nonsense and get going.”
Xukesi took a deep breath, left hand on the door handle again, quietly counting down: “3… 2… 1…”
This time he really turned it, and gently pushed, but the door didn’t open.
“The lock’s open. Something’s blocking behind. Ram it in, hurry!” Hua Ru felt the change in touch; the lock was definitely open. When pushing, the door gave slightly, meaning something was blocking behind it.
She pulled out the iron wires and stepped back, clearing a wide space.
Ragna and Xukesi instinctively stepped back and rammed the door with their shoulders in rhythm.
After repeated impacts, they confirmed there was definitely something blocking it.
Through the crack, they saw someone standing inside, heavy breathing audible.
Finally, after the twelfth ram, the door burst open.
The burly man behind the door was hit squarely by the door’s sudden swing, blood flowing from his nose.
At this point, reason no longer mattered.
Ragna charged in faster than Xukesi, raising his bone-cutting cleaver and wildly slashing without any form or technique.
Xukesi stabbed forward repeatedly with his dagger, cautious not to cross Ragna for fear of injury.
Calling themselves assassins… they were really just ordinary people without professional training.
Their fighting was no better than a regular brawl.
No Demon-Repelling Sword Technique, no Nine Swords of Dugu, no Six Meridians Divine Sword—none of that!
Ordinary people fight like this, wild and formless, which can be called the Blind Fool’s Slashing Technique.