Chapter 181: Assassin

The success rate of Wu Xian's plan was very high.

But he waited until twelve o'clock at midnight and didn't see anyone come out of the villa, only hearing occasional popping sounds coming from inside.

Directly entering the villa to find someone to enslave was too risky; that was playing with his own life.

After midnight, the people inside should all be asleep, and no one would come out again, so Wu Xian planned to retreat first and come back to stake out the place earlier tomorrow.

But he had just developed the intention to retreat.

When he saw the villa's courtyard gate open automatically, as if inviting Wu Xian to enter.

Wu Xian's heart tightened immediately.

Could it be that he had been discovered by the people in the villa?

He wanted to drive away directly, but found that the broken car wouldn't start again, and the lights at the villa entrance became brighter than before. Wu Xian slapped the steering wheel hard and, carrying the bomb bag, cautiously stepped into the villa.

As soon as he entered the door.

Wu Xian stopped in his tracks.

Because he saw the corpse sitting at the entrance, its throat cut, blood staining its clothes, its eyes hollow and blank, as if it still didn't understand what had happened.

This was the villa's security guard...

Wu Xian swallowed his saliva, feeling his throat go cold; he finally understood why no one had come out of the villa all along.

Creak...

The villa's main door also opened automatically, and there was a pool of blood on the carpet in front of the door.

Wu Xian didn't want to go in.

But he had clearly been targeted; in this situation, the chance of turning around and escaping alive wasn't high, so he might as well follow the other party's arrangements and figure out what they wanted to do.

There were two corpses in the entrance living room.

One of them was a woman with a red wine glass in her hand, her throat slit; the other man seemed to have discovered the enemy, holding a strange bell in his hand, but before he could activate his ability, a hole had been opened in his forehead.

It was a gunshot wound.

But Wu Xian had only heard popping sounds outside, so they should have used a silencer, and perhaps even subsonic bullets.

In terms of killing efficiency, a pistol was much higher than an ordinary God-Worshiping Item.

Wu Xian moved forward all the way and saw more than a dozen corpses.

These corpses looked like people who lived in this villa; there were no signs of a struggle, all of them killed instantly. The deceased probably didn't even know who the enemy was until they died.

By this time.

Wu Xian's mentality was actually much more relaxed than before.

The people who died in the villa were all Lotus Juanren; He Dama's organization had likely been wiped out by someone. This was enough to show the strength of the killer; whether Wu Xian was vigilant or not didn't have much meaning.

Since Wu Xian was still alive now, it meant the other party didn't want him to die for the time being.

Finally.

Following the guidance of the bloodstains, Wu Xian came to the study on the top floor.

Here, there were finally some traces of a struggle.

Four corpses lay on the ground.

One was a fat, middle-aged man in a suit with a lot of style; he should be the head of the organization.

One was a young yellow-haired man with a fierce face, holding an ancient sword; he might be the organization's ace fighter.

The third was He Dama, whom Wu Xian was familiar with; this inscrutable auntie in the Fudi was lying on the ground without any dignity, her eyes still open, looking like she had died with grievances.

The last one was a pervert who was neither male nor female; the phone he held looked familiar to Wu Xian, so Wu Xian walked over and rummaged through his pocket, finding a blood-stained bank card.

Besides these four people.

There was another living person in the room, a middle-aged man with stubble and a lot of temperament. He sat in the boss's chair, curiously watching Wu Xian's actions, and greeted him after Wu Xian stopped.

"We meet again."

Wu Xian looked at this person, his mouth twitching; he knew this person.

Jing Ke!

The organization that created this slaughter was clearly the Creed.

Jing Ke leaned forward, bringing huge pressure, and asked Wu Xian in a deep voice.

"Why did you come here? Are you here to sign up for this organization?"

If this question wasn't answered well, he might die on the spot, but Wu Xian had plenty of confidence; he showed the bomb in his bag to Jing Ke.

"I'm here to collect a debt, and kill people by the way."

Jing Ke leaned back, the pressure on him disappeared, and he turned back into a somewhat decadent middle-aged man, spinning leisurely in the swivel chair. The atmosphere in the room suddenly became much more relaxed.

"That won't do, young man; you're too impulsive. Bomb cases have a bad impact on society."

"Is it good if you kill everyone?"

Wu Xian rolled his eyes, tore off the blood-stained chair cushion, and sat opposite Jing Ke. After understanding the other party's stance, he had nothing to be nervous about.

"You told me before that stable order is hard to come by, that Malevolent Entities have already killed their way over, and humans shouldn't fight among themselves. I thought the Creed organization was an organization with a relatively gentle philosophy and a martyr's temperament."

Jing Ke spread his hands.

"We are really very gentle; it's a pity that there are always people who can't think straight and want this hard-won peace to disappear. We can only let them disappear first before that happens."

Wu Xian nodded, and then suddenly realized something.

"Then your Jing Ke..."

"Of course it's a code name."

Jing Ke smiled: "You wouldn't really think my name is Jing Ke, would you?"

A desire to complain suddenly rose in Wu Xian's heart.

So this so-called Creed organization was the Creed from Assassin's Creed!

Wu Xian had felt strange before.

Even if stability in the real world was important and most Lotus Juanren didn't like to fight in reality, the number of Lotus Juanren was so vast that there would always be restless guys like He Dama.

This was human nature; it wasn't something that could be easily prevented just because of the threat of enemies.

But if the Creed organization had this style, then everything made sense. It wasn't that there were no people or organizations wanting to stir up trouble in the real world; it was just that most of them had been destroyed by the Creed organization.

Wu Xian was silent for a while and asked a somewhat offensive question.

"Your Creed organization is supervising the order of the real world, then... who supervises you?"

"No one!"

Jing Ke smiled.

"So our principle for recruiting new members is that members must have a faith they are willing to sacrifice for. When individual upper-level members become corrupt, others will launch the organization's self-reform!"

"My code name Jing Ke came from killing the previous Jing Ke with my own hands."

Wu Xian was speechless, and Jing Ke didn't continue speaking; the two fell into an awkward silence. They didn't have many personal topics.

After a while, Jing Ke suddenly remembered something: "Can I go to your house to mooch..."

Before Jing Ke could say the two words 'mooch a meal', Wu Xian interrupted him with another sentence.

"I know someone who wants to join the Creed; I think he has quite a bit of potential."

Wu Xian picked out some good things to say about Hu Yunkuan's performance in the Fudi, and Jing Ke immediately became interested after hearing it.

"Who is this person?"

Wu Xian rubbed his hands embarrassedly.

"That... agency fee?"

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 182 =====