Chapter 416

t apart from training sessions with Mo Yao, he couldn’t recall many.He regretted neglecting Mo Yao for over a decade, which was the source of his regret. During their most youthful years, they should...Chapter 416

"So what that he's young Brash and reckless, daring to enter the Devil's Castle alone—what goes around comes around.

"He really is pitiful. He's barely twenty years old, looks so youthful."

"Who cares about him Dead men tell no tales; let’s head out for a drink," one of them called out as they left the garage with laughter and chatter. The parking garage was dimly lit and eerily quiet.

The cold metallic sounds rang out, not very heavy but distinct in the silent environment. Wushuang emerged from beneath the truck, rolled swiftly on the ground, and hid herself in a corner before tending to the steel rope coiled around her arm. The rope twisted into a heart-shaped purse in her hands; she wrapped it around her wrist, suspending the bag as she drew out a gun from her waist holster and placed it inside the handmade leather pouch.

As soon as Wushuang finished adjusting herself, she suddenly heard movement coming from the truck. Her brows furrowed instantly, swiftly drawing out her silenced pistol, aiming at the back door. She was on high alert with eagle-like eyes; there were people in the truck, and they must have sensed the commotion.

Who could it be

It certainly wouldn't be a friend.

"Come out!" Wushuang sternly shouted in a powerful voice that commanded authority. Not because she was careless but due to the lack of any previous sound from inside the truck, she hadn’t heard him earlier and didn't know when he got there or if he had been there all along.

With her hearing abilities, it’s rare to encounter a martial artist at this level who can remain undetected by her.

A tall and upright man wearing a half-mask jumped down from the truck. He was dressed in leather pants and jacket, with a short haircut, wrist guards, and his muscular upper body was tightly wrapped by the leather jacket, clearly outlining his well-built physique. The leather pants hugged his long legs, making them appear particularly slender. His mask covered the top half of his face, revealing only a pair of cold eyes.

Based on this man's hairstyle, eyes, and height, Wu Shuang concluded that he was Eastern.

In her mind, she tried to recall all major figures in the underworld one by one and eliminate them. Suddenly, her eyes lit up, "Ghost Mask"

The man coldly stared at Wu Shuang, unarmed and without any weapon, appearing to be alone. From his equipment, there was no obvious offensive nature, yet as soon as he stood there, a regal aura of unparalleled dominance radiated from him, exuding an intimidating killing intent that made others fear at a glance. This kind of sharp killing intent would dull over time for seasoned killers.

"Sharp eyes!" His voice froze the temperature in the air, cold and piercing.

Based on Wu Shuang's experience, killers with such a pointed killing intent were usually young men just starting out who wanted to make their mark.

Usually after several years in the underworld, one’s aura would gradually turn dark and could be controlled more easily. This was especially true for established top-tier killers. However, Ghost Mask seemed different from her experience.

Ghost Mask had a background as an agent; Wu Shuang heard of his name when she was seven or eight years old. At that time, the assassin world saw major changes with individuals like Eleven and Ye Wei retiring, giving way to new top-tier killers who were no ordinary people.

The assassin world has a very bloody and brutal rule: challenges.

Any assassin can challenge another one, and the challenged party must accept it. Life and death are determined by fate; there is no room for complaint or blame. Therefore, staying at the top as an assassin isn’t easy because different people would come to challenge every day, and you have to accept them all. The first place isn't so easily obtained.

Everyone wants to be number one, but not everyone has the fate to be number one.

At that time, Demon Mask was the top assassin, renowned for his ruthlessness and brutality. Wu Shuang had a vivid impression of him; she was eight years old when she watched one of his matches with Ye Wei.

Demon Mask back then was a handsome yet eerie sixteen-year-old boy who still looked young and immature, challenging the top assassin of that era. He was an unknown assassin compared to the famous number one killer at the time, there being quite a gap between them.

Initially, Ye Wei didn’t expect much from him; however, the match turned out unexpectedly. When it came to fighting skills and raw strength, Demon Mask was far inferior to the top assassin, but he won through his cunningness and intelligence, exploiting his opponent’s underestimation of him to successfully subdue them. His killing methods were particularly brutal. For eight-year-old Wu Shuang, this was extremely violent; she distinctly remembered how he used a large sword from the weapon rack to chop off his opponent's middle while they were too weak to defend themselves.

The scene was shockingly bloody, with intestines and internal organs flowing out together with blood, looking disgustingly horrifying. Ye Wei instinctively covered Wu Shuang’s eyes but it was too late; as a result, she had nightmares for several days.

Back then, the eight-year-old Queen Wu Shuang wasn’t yet queen-like. She was spoiled by Ye Wei and Mo Juan, living quite comfortably with basic combat training and intellectual education, not to the extent of such violent scenes.

Everything had to progress gradually.

After being frightened once by Demon Mask, her courage grew significantly; later on, she got used to any bloody scene.

No particular attention was paid to updates about Demon Mask afterward. She only knew that he left the assassin world ten years ago and Wu Shuang took his place as the new international top killer.

By tradition, unless someone voluntarily retired, anyone wanting to be the number one killer had to eliminate their predecessor. After Demon Mask came Wu Shuang, who has held this position for over a decade now. Wu Shuang once sought him out for a challenge but couldn’t find him and thus assumed he’d left the world of assassins; she never expected to meet him here.

Two consecutive international top killers!

This half mask is the emblem of Ghost Face, mainly because it has been too long since he was last seen in the江湖, so very few remember him.

"I didn't expect that even after ten years off the streets, someone would still remember me." His voice sounded somewhat self-mocking. Wu Shuang put away her gun; Ghost Face glared coldly at her, "Aren't you afraid I'll kill you"

Wu Shuang smiled, exuding unparalleled charm and bearing a striking resemblance to Ye Wei of old—majestic yet graceful, with an added touch of ease. She was more composed than her mother but shared the same smile.

The familiarity dawned on Ghost Face instantly.

"If you want to kill me, let's see if you have what it takes!" she said. No longer the little girl who had nightmares after being frightened by him at age eight, she was now Mo Wushuang, a fighter against adversity and the most proud daughter of Ye Wei and Mo Jue.

Ghost Face gave a cold snort; his tone remained as icy as ever. Wu Shuang wore a skin mask that had altered her eye color. Even if they faced each other without masks, Ghost Face wouldn't necessarily recognize who she was.

"These youngsters are becoming increasingly arrogant," said Ghost Face coolly, showing no regard for Wu Shuang.

Wu Shuang pressed her lips together and suddenly remembered something. "Ghost Face, were you the one behind the assassination of Phoenix"

She had always found it strange that someone with such accuracy in long-distance shooting was rare to find. After a brief investigation into the hitmen currently in London, she hadn't come across any suspicious figures. She intended to look further after this incident but seeing Ghost Face reminded her of the assassination.

If it were anyone else, she wouldn’t have such doubts, but if it was Ghost Face, everything made sense.

"Who are you" Wu Shuang's skin mask was so well-made that she looked no more than twenty. Up until now, Ghost Face had treated her as an ordinary thief and paid her little mind; only when he heard about Phoenix did he take a closer look at the girl before him. Indeed, beauty is in the eye of the beholder—there was no doubt about that. No matter how he looked at her, she appeared to him as the most beautiful woman.Suddenly, Ye Feimo hugged her close; his ch...