Chapter 79

A ruthless and precise blade stabbed into the spine at the fishmonger's waist.

Splash!

The fishmonger's entire body instantly went limp,

toppling several large basins of fish in succession.

Fresh blood flowed out slowly like a stream.

The entire combat process lasted less than 5 seconds.

Silence,

cold,

every strike aimed at vital points.

Lu Shu walked calmly to the fishmonger, who was now completely immobile,

crouched down,

looked down at him,

the faint smile on his face never changing from start to finish.

"Who are you?"

The fishmonger, lying on the ground, bit his teeth down hard,

that blade not only made him lose control of his body,

but also brought immense pain.

Though he clearly felt it was impossible,

he was very certain

that this young man crouching before him

was absolutely a professional assassin just like himself!

Battles between assassins

are not very flashy,

nor do they last long.

Often, they are the simplest moves,

one strike to kill,

one touch then retreat.

So when he just now realized he was completely no match,

he instantly chose to retreat,

but unfortunately,

he was still left behind by the opponent.

Not a single chance to struggle was left for him.

Lu Shu did not answer the fishmonger's question,

but instead asked with interest,

"What is your rank on the Assassin List?"

"48!"

Even though he had already been left behind,

when the fishmonger spoke that number,

there was still a hint of pride in his eyes.

But he noticed that the young man in front of him actually shook his head regretfully,

"Only 48? A bit weak."

"No wonder."

"Left so many openings."

"Work harder in the future."

After saying that,

Lu Shu realized,

smiled apologetically,

"Oh no, you won't have a future."

"Tasks in the Dragon Kingdom are not that easy to accept."

Only 48...

When hearing that tone of regret,

the fishmonger was completely stunned.

Ranked 48 on the Assassin List,

is that still low?

With a hint of anger,

he spoke in a hoarse voice, asking,

"What is your rank?"

Lu Shu held up two fingers to gesture,

"Just a tiny bit higher than yours."

"Alright, your questions are over."

"Just lie down and behave."

Lu Shu stood up and brushed off his hands,

then found the spotted mackerel he'd just bought,

carefully rinsed it clean with water,

found a plastic bag and packed it in carefully,

hesitated for a moment,

then, with a pang of heartache, fished out 400 yuan from his pocket,

tossed it into the cashbox beside the chopping block,

"This fish is a jin and a half, but you didn't finish cleaning it for me."

"So I'm only paying 400 yuan."

"The money's in the box!"

The fishmonger boss, lying on the ground in a river of blood,

hearing the shout from behind,

was completely dumbfounded.

"Move aside! Everyone move aside!"

"Police!"

Liu Fan, with Wang Feng and Zhang Zhigang,

shouted as they cleared the crowd in the market,

the plainclothes officers,

no longer hiding their identities,

weapons in hand, quickly closing in,

further out,

the wail of police sirens had already sounded,

and several police cars screeched over.

Liu Fan released his weapon's safety catch,

and finally arrived in front of the fish stall,

only to see Lu Shu walking out carrying a plastic bag,

instinctively on guard, he asked,

"Where's the person?"