Chapter 177: The Ambitious Assassin

When the assassins heard it, their faces were spectacular; a warrior may be killed but not humiliated. We are a group of ambitious assassins.

They lunged at Qiao Mai like a huge net; as it seemed about to close, she flicked her hand, and a bright Big Knife appeared in her grasp.

To this day she has never been willing to purchase a Spirit Weapon; an ordinary Sword is enough to give them no return.

The key is that she likes the Big Knife; it feels natural in her hand and cuts cleanly.

"Clack, scrape, thump—" hearing the sound instantly relieves stress.

For her, these people are no different from slicing a melon; those dead black‑clad men were truly wronged, not even a scream escaped them before they checked into the underworld.

In the night, Qiao Mai is like the grim reaper harvesting lives; her eyes and spiritual perception can see clearly within a hundred meters.

"Not being ambitious, huh? Don't run, damn it," Qiao Mai pulls a pistol from the void, Bang— one falls, Bang— another, another falls.

In the empty field, bodies lie haphazardly, all of them black‑clad men.

"Hmph!"

The stubborn assassin turned his head; Qiao Mai knows the rules of this trade and also knows that getting a word out of an assassin is difficult.

This place is indeed a Brothel, dealing in flesh business, with both men and women; its scale isn't small, and now is the busiest moment for a Brothel.

"That Cunfu is no ordinary one; that night's assassination saw many of our people die at her hands, she has some skill."

"I—I speak."

Modern advanced weapons are not something ancient martial artists could imagine.

Skill does not disappoint the diligent; finally we found a secret chamber.

After grabbing him, first we removed his jaw, skillfully extracted the poison hidden in his teeth from his mouth, then we restored his jaw.

Qiao Mai's face turned cold, she sealed his major acupoints, drew a dagger, slapped his body, and the man's outer garment shredded on the ground; anyone unaware would think she was committing a lewd assault.

The Prime Minister Wang's legitimate eldest son, Wang Zongtang, wow, he even has such a status, it truly surprised her; the Main Family of the Wang Family is indeed not simple.

"Who knows what she thinks? The client paid, so naturally we must obey."

"It's a Brothel; a quick inquiry in Jingcheng makes it clear."

"I heard Miss Fu wanted that Cunfu's hair accessory; she was rejected, became angry and embarrassed, then returned home and had her face ruined. Later I heard that Cunfu, leveraging Madam Pang's influence, sold hair accessories at home; everyone hired her except her. When she learned this she got even angrier, saying that Cunfu was snubbing her, venting her anger on someone else, using this woman as an outlet, and that's why she came to us."

"What about Miss Fu of the Fu Family—did she die?"

"Just hate her that much?"

Qiao Mai is not a pushover; whoever tries to kill her, she kills, and a counter‑attack is inevitable.

"Alright, travel safely!"

Hearing this, Qiao Mai could no longer bear it; these assassins still wanted to turn the tables on her—what the hell, they take any job.

At dawn, Qiao Mai was already riding a winter‑date along the Guan Dao.

Qiao Mai's face expressionless, a slash to the left, a slash to the right, carving his body; each cut grazed the bone.

"Oh dear, truly ambitious, why run just now? Just die directly under my blade!"

"Rest assured, the ones dispatched this time are all Intermediate Killers; they will certainly complete the mission."

Her figure moved as fast as an after‑image, arriving at the Fu Family, finding Miss Fu's room; the two Wang Jiaru's Servant Girls who conspired with her were killed in their sleep.

In the building she kept searching, first locating where they hid gold and silver and looted it completely.

"It seems only the destruction of Mingyou Pavilion will stop it? How many Mingyou Pavilions are there in the Great Ming Dynasty?"

"If I don't die, will the pursuit never end?"

When they heard the firing sound, it was already too late; they instinctively retreated, but the secret chamber was too cramped, the exit blocked by Qiao Mai, and the Cannon's power in such a confined space made the outcome obvious.

"Yes, yes."

The place is truly large, about a hundred‑plus square meters.

"Tell me, who sent you?"

"Wasn't the Fu Family robbed?"

"Miss Fu wants our people to turn that woman over until she dies!"

She stepped onto the Guan Dao, whistled toward the distance; the winter‑date quickly came to her side, she pulled it into the void, and she instantly raced back to Jingcheng at top speed.

"Damn it, they're still restless after all this, damn things!"

She turned and left the Fu Family, heading straight for Mingyou Pavilion.

"Just one, in Jingcheng; the rest I don't know. We are ordinary assassins, there are higher‑rank assassins too, give me a quick kill."

"We'll also be hunted; we took her money, so this mission will persist."

"Kill a village woman, why send so many?"

"Where is Mingyou Pavilion?"

"Their household isn't just the modest wealth on the surface; a starving camel is larger than a horse."

"It truly aches to the bone; the assassin's whole body convulses. He stays silent, and Qiao Mai continues until the assassin can't endure."

"Don't think you can, even if I'm in excruciating pain I won't speak."

"Yes, it's Miss Fu of the Fu Family, who hired us at Mingyou Pavilion, to kill you."

Through the void, Qiao Mai looked into the secret chamber where dust swirled; a large hole had broken in the wall behind the main case, and earth poured out from there.

"Truly despicable, you could have said it earlier; you only speak after suffering."

The last one remained, desperately trying to run back; Qiao Mai pulled the gun and Big Knife into the void and lunged at that assassin.

"We at Mingyou Pavilion haven't slipped yet; a second slip would be our second failure. Why does that Fu Family girl hold a grudge against a village woman?"

She flicked her dagger, the assassin's neck tilted, and he collapsed onto the ground.

Many courtesans wore only a small belly‑wrap; some clients, half‑naked, ran out.

When she lifted the mask of the last person—the so‑called master—they called him, Qiao Mai was stunned.

Inside, a masked person sat behind the main case, with five or six people seated on the floor, legs crossed, all wearing masks.

"Master, send out twenty people tonight."

Within a ten‑li radius of Mingyou Pavilion, everyone could feel the ground moving; people thought it was an Earthquake and fled their houses in terror.

She secretly set up such an organization; it seems she must visit the Wang Family tonight.

She took the shoulder‑mounted Cannon out of the space, loaded it with bullets, and fired it at them.

"Hmph!"

But the death sentence can be spared; the life sentence is hard to escape.

Qiao Mai entered the space the instant she fired.

She instantly slit the throats of those few, broke Wang Zongtang's two legs, then turned and headed straight for the Wang Family.

Searching each house, she—once a senior operative, highly skilled in concealment techniques, and now a Foundation Building Second Stage Cultivator—continued her hunt.

In one night, all the Wang Family's assets were completely stolen.

She disregarded the old lady's and old gentleman's thoughts; even if they wanted to kill her, they must be punished.

She emerged from the space, expressionless, walked over, lifted each of their masks one by one, and recognized none of them.

But it's still difficult, "Honestly, I'll give you a thrill; if you don't speak, I'll make your life worse than death."

At the bedside, seeing the words still on her face, he raised his Sword and, with a single slash, ended her wretched life.

They lingered outside for a while, and when nothing else happened, they cursed and grabbed the prostitute, then went back to indulge in pleasure.

However, for Wang Zongsheng's sake, she will spare his life.

If Miss Fu is a murderer, then those two Wang Jiaru's Servant Girls are accomplices—both are no good and have often helped her do evil deeds in secret.

All those people fell to the ground, presumably knocked out by the Earthquake.

On the morning three days later, she arrived at Weicheng, first went to the Yamen, and briefed Wang Zongsheng on Ru'er's matter.

"Uncle, Ru'er is doing well; her due date is early September. Please let Aunt know."

"What about the Memorial?"

"Little Prince confiscated the Memorial; he said it wasn't the Memorial that was withheld, but that the Emperor's health was poor, and once he recovers, news will come immediately."

(End of Chapter)