Chapter 575: Your Acting Is Too Fake

"Young Master, run! I'll hold him off!"

Blocking the path in front of the black-robed figure, a group of men surrounded Shen Yu, their loyal and devoted appearance enough to make one's heart ache.

Yet, thinking they could stop him with just these good-for-nothings? Are you sure you're speaking like a human?

The so-called Young Master leading them had no intention of sharing their fate; upon seeing Shen Yu surrounded by his own men, he immediately fled without the slightest hesitation.

And the moment the black-robed figure left, the remaining men launched a suicidal attack on Shen Yu, desperate to obstruct him and win a sliver of hope for their Young Master.

But reality was harsh; in the blink of an eye, before any of them could even touch Shen Yu, they had all collapsed.

As for that Young Master who had tried so desperately to escape, he was yanked back the moment he flew out of the small courtyard.

"Cough, cough!" Thrown hard to the ground, the black robe was knocked off the figure, revealing a face of about thirty years old that was not particularly handsome.

"Shen Yu, you can't kill me!" Upon realizing he was within arm's reach of Shen Yu, the black-robed figure scrambled backward, his face filled with panic.

"Shen Yu, do you know who I am? Do you know who my father is?"

"Which idiot is this, always trying to pressure people with their father! Do you know who I am? If you dare to come and kill me, you'd better be prepared to be killed yourself!"

"Young Master!" A subordinate hurried over, trying to help the black-robed figure up, and said with a sense of defeat, "We failed!"

"Slap!" A fierce blow landed on the man's face. He didn't dodge, but took the hit head-on. Not only were most of his teeth knocked out, but his face swelled up high.

Even so, the man didn't utter a sound, allowing this young master to bully him at will.

"It's all because of you useless trash! Didn't you say it would be foolproof? Tell me, what do we do now? What do we do!"

Blow after blow followed, and the young master, still not satisfied, even prepared to draw his sword to kill.

"Enough! Fighting among yourselves now—isn't that just making a laughingstock of us?"

Shui Hanzhi could no longer bear to watch the scene before her. Such a temperament was truly unbearable to look at; it was hard on them to be loyal to such a young master.

No wonder she lost. Collaborating with this bunch of dead weight, of course she'd lose until she didn't even have her underwear left.

Why didn't she ask who was leading the team back then? If she had known it was this useless master, she wouldn't have come for anything!

"My lord, my lord, spare me!" Kneeling before Shen Yu with a thud, the black-robed Young Master's face was full of panic. "As long as I can live, I'll do anything!"

The scene before them was unbearable to watch, not just for Shui Hanzhi, but even for those around her.

It was truly a case of a tiger father begetting a dog for a son. To think their leader had such style—how could he have produced such a thing?

If his father knew his precious son was such a thing, he might have thrown him into the river when he was still a child.

"Muyanhua, an assassin organization? I thought I might catch a big fish, but I didn't expect it to just be children playing house!"

Looking at these few people, Shen Yu then said with some helplessness, "A son taking a contract behind his father's back—you're quite something."

"It's just that you dared to take the contract without even knowing who the client behind it was. And you didn't even look at who the target was before accepting."

"Your name is Mu Ping'an, right? Knowing there are tigers, yet choosing to walk the tiger mountain—your courage is commendable, but unfortunately, your strength is lacking."

"You, you!" He retreated two steps in terror, not knowing why. In front of Shen Yu, he felt as if he had been stripped bare.

He clearly hadn't said anything, yet the man knew everything, which couldn't help but give one a hair-raising feeling.

"Are you wondering how I know? I don't just know these things; I also know you've been hiding your true ability. Including just now, it was all just an act for me."

"You just hoped to appear more useless, thinking that might give you a sliver of hope. Because a useless young master held in my hands might yield unexpected gains, perhaps even allowing me to control the entire Twilight Flower Pavilion."

"So you wanted to gamble—gamble that I wouldn't bear to kill you, that I wouldn't bear to lose such a good Chess Piece!"

"But have you ever thought that you aren't just pretending to be useless—you might actually be truly useless."

"Some people hide their talent and become all the more sharp, while others hide their talent and truly become dull!"

The person before him was the Young Master of Twilight Flower Pavilion, Mu Ping'an. From his memories, Shen Yu saw his past.

Mu Ping'an had lived under his father's shadow since childhood, so he had always lived quite repressed, always thinking that one day he would do something big to surpass his father.

Then, some time ago, while enjoying himself in a Brothel, he was flattered by those sitting with him, and with others egging him on, he acted on a whim to prove himself before his father and accepted this mission.

Of course, during this time, they inevitably used some minor tricks like soul-bewitching, which made him act on that impulse in a muddled state.

Furthermore, he had always had a restless heart, wanting to become famous in the pugilistic world and thereby begin to slowly take over his father's massive enterprise.

And perhaps in his view, the reason he would become famous was simply a matter of good publicity. "When there are no heroes, the boy becomes famous."

He didn't stop to think that an assassin organization like Twilight Flower Pavilion is best at hiding, and even the identities of low-level members are top secret. That the other party could know his identity as the Young Master of Twilight Flower Pavilion showed his status was significant, and his motives were definitely not pure.

"Twilight Flower Pavilion? My lord says they are Twilight Flower Pavilion? That World's Number One Assassin organization?" Hearing this name, Liang Ruyue, who was nearby, was also shocked.

Twilight Flower Pavilion is known as the World's Number One Assassin organization and is extremely mysterious; even within their Black-Clad Guard, records regarding Twilight Flower Pavilion are few and far between.

Their assassins are everywhere; perhaps an old man on the street or an aunt buying vegetables could turn into a cold-blooded butcher in the next moment.

Jianghu rumors say that as long as they make a move, there is no one they cannot kill, and the deaths never leave a trace.

Behind their hundred-percent success rate is absolute strength supporting them.

Twilight Flower Pavilion is a name forged in blood-soaked success after success, built upon the bones of countless people.

"Yes, it is Twilight Flower Pavilion. I didn't expect them to dare to make a move against this official. I think they're tired of living!"

Fortunately, the one before him was just the useless son of the Twilight Flower Pavilion leader; otherwise, facing a cunning old fox like the Twilight Flower Pavilion leader, Shen Yu might have really had to put in some effort.

Although he was confident it wouldn't affect him, it would still be somewhat troublesome.

Fortunately, this Twilight Flower Pavilion leader had such a thoughtful son who knew his father was working hard and wanted to send him relief early.

"Kid, remember next time you take a mission: don't provoke people you can't afford to provoke. Never mind, pretend I didn't say that; you won't have a next time anyway."

"My lord, wait, I still have utility value!"

Kneeling before Shen Yu, the man hurriedly shouted, "As long as you kill my father, Twilight Flower Pavilion will be mine to command. No, it will be yours to command, my lord!"

"If you tell me to go east, I'll go east; if you tell me to go west, I'll go west. I'll be the most loyal dog by your side!"

"Twilight Flower Pavilion will be the sharpest blade in your hand, capable of clearing away all obstacles for you!"

Selling out your father at the drop of a hat—you really are a talent.

"I don't need it. You truly know nothing of strength; there are no obstacles before me!"

Shaking his head, Shen Yu looked at the person before him with slight disdain. "A dog like you—I'm afraid I'd be bitten back one day!"

"Also, you don't need to put on an act for me; your acting is too fake and can't fool me!"