This enigmatic neighbor was undoubtedly among the top-tier experts in the human world.
But just how strong was she? That remained unknown.
He was determined to find out exactly how powerful she truly was.
Xu Bei’s face remained calm, but inside he was calculating his teammates.
Precisely because she was a teammate, he needed to uncover her true strength; otherwise, future cooperation would be difficult.
There was no way he could just say outright, “Show me some of your skills.”
He could only use these roundabout methods to test his teammates—that was what emotional intelligence was all about.
“…Alright then.” After a few seconds of thought, Sang Biao agreed to Xu Bei’s suggestion.
“Let’s start by putting some distance between us.” Xu Bei already knew she would agree.
Assassins bound by faith like her had one defining trait: they kept their promises and followed the rules.
No fighting women?
Though this rule was clearly outdated, assassins stubbornly upheld it.
Nowadays, the new rule was that women could hold half the sky.
The best way to deal with a stubborn assassin like Sang Biao was to cover one rule with another, to erase one promise with a different one.
Like Western cowboys, the two slowly moved apart, putting several meters between them inside the safe house.
One had to admit—the safe house was truly a perfect arena for a duel.
The illusion of security in this shabby safe house was completely shattered, since those intruders had just swaggered right in.
Xu Bei bounced around restlessly like a hyperactive child, taking small hops, twisting his neck, shaking his hands, and loosening up his muscles.
Sang Biao, however, stood as firm as an ancient pine tree, gripping her baton loosely, motionless, as if she hadn’t even been breathing.
Nonsense! It was just a virtual avatar—breathing my ass.
“Ready? I’ll count down from three.” Xu Bei asked with a smile.
“C—” Sang Biao only managed half a word in reply.
“Yay! Go!” Xu Bei chuckled slyly and suddenly launched a surprise attack.
With his explosive speed, closing the few steps inside the safe house was done in the blink of an eye; twin straight punches smashed toward her face like twin dragons emerging from the sea.
“!?” But his grin froze instantly.
Because a vision suddenly flashed in Xu Bei’s mind—himself getting his eye socket pierced by a baton!
He immediately slammed on the brakes, forcibly stopping his twin dragons from striking.
But when Xu Bei looked closely, Sang Biao hadn’t moved at all, still holding her previous frozen stance.
“Oh? You can precisely see my sword formation? No wonder I recognize you as a brother. Your instincts are the strongest I’ve ever seen. You have a wild awareness I could never possess—I absolutely can’t turn back like you do.” Sang Biao’s gaze was sharp as a torch, tinged with a hint of admiration as she critiqued him.
“Heh, you’re no slouch either.” Xu Bei forced out a magnanimous smile, though sweat poured down his face.
He knew what had just happened wasn’t an illusion.
He had just foreseen the future!
He’d seen the outcome if he forced an attack.
With both of their speeds and reactions roughly equal, this woman’s weapon skill was far more refined than his.
Plus, the baton was longer than his fists—he was doomed to lose.
Xu Bei saw it clearly, though reluctant to admit it: if he didn’t transform into his demon form, his normal self was no match for Sang Biao.
It had even driven him to a strange phenomenon of future sight—this woman was far from ordinary.
Though, in truth, she wasn’t really a woman.
Suddenly remembering something, Xu Bei stifled his killing intent and quickly tapped the void a few times.
He had just muted the live stream chat so the audience couldn’t hear their conversation.
Because what he was about to say wasn’t suitable for the public ear.
“The top-ranked killer on Meteor Street’s assassin list—if I recall correctly, his codename was [Funeral Runner]. He rose to become the vice chairman of Meteor Street’s largest gang, the Extreme Evil Group—the first man in history to climb so high purely through murder. Rumor has it he assassinated over a thousand well-known figures in his lifetime, striking fear into all the gang lords. He’s a legend forged by slaughter for the Extreme Evil Group. But not long ago, the Funeral Runner disappeared.” Xu Bei began narrating, revealing his deductions.
“…” Sang Biao remained silent.
“Don’t ask me how I know—one of the Extreme Evil Group chairman’s wives used to be a regular at my bar.” Xu Bei continued.
“Good analysis, but next time don’t analyze so much. I’m not the Funeral Runner, just some nobody.” Sang Biao replied.
“I never said you were the Funeral Runner. I’ve seen that man—he used to parade around with hundreds of underlings, but no matter how legendary he was, he’s long since become a bloated fat man. But I know his strength hasn’t diminished in the slightest—he’s just gotten scared of dying.” Xu Bei sneered.
“…” Sang Biao was silent again.
“The Funeral Runner was a thoroughbred killing maniac—no rules, no morality, only profit. His Extreme Evil Group is a new generation of violent gangs that no longer bind their men by morality. Now, only money and violence matter. He’d never spout nonsense like ‘no killing women, elderly, or children.’ You are definitely not the Funeral Runner.” Xu Bei analyzed again.
“…” Sang Biao stayed quiet.
“Ancient assassins who guard old rules and ruthless killers of the new era are natural adversaries. If I’m right, you’re the assassin who infiltrated the Extreme Evil Group’s huge mansion, bypassed over a hundred elite bodyguards, assassinated the Funeral Runner, and escaped unscathed.” Xu Bei stated his final conclusion.
Sang Biao didn’t reply, but her fingers gripping the baton tightened slightly.
Xu Bei noticed the subtle detail and knew his guess was correct.
“The title of ‘Human Slayer’ exists only in ancient legend—only one assassin every hundred years can earn it. It means you have mastered all techniques of slaying.” Xu Bei added.
“My friend, how do you know the ancient assassins’ rules?” Sang Biao finally spoke.
“I used to be a bartender; the bar where I worked was the strongest and largest intelligence hub on Meteor Street. Naturally, I picked up a bit. But don’t worry, I have no intention of betraying you. I also despise those beasts. It’s good they’re dead. Better if they’re all dead.” Xu Bei smiled.
“I never meant to hide it.” Sang Biao said softly.
“No need to say more—I understand your struggles. I respect you. Your secret will die with me in the coffin, never to be revealed, or else heaven and earth will punish me.” Xu Bei’s tone grew solemn as he made his vow.
Sure enough, Sang Biao was no retired gang idol.
She was a major figure on Meteor Street.
He was one of the few in the underworld who knew the dark legendary hero—Assassin Master: Human Slayer.
The reputation of the Human Slayer in both gang and assassin circles was akin to that of the Black Antelope in the demon realm—a mysterious, invincible existence.
After their joint analysis, Xu Bei finally felt at peace.
So, it turned out he simply couldn’t beat the Human Slayer?
That wasn’t embarrassing at all!
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