Slowly sinking to the bottom of the lake, Jun Mo Xie opened his eyes to a world of azure colored water. After reorienting himself, he proceeded to slowly walk toward the pleasure boat. It was not long before the water had turned pitch dark, indicating that he had already arrived underneath the boat. Jun Mo Xie silently floated up before reaching out with one hand to tightly hold on to the hull. The reed held in his other hand was placed in his mouth and, with a sharp exhalation, the long piece of reed quietly extended out of the water by the side of the boat. A breath of fresh air filled Jun Mo Xie’s nearly asphyxiated lungs and a burst of relaxation involuntarily rush through his body.
A single careless mistake in this series of maneuvers and all his efforts would have gone down the drain. His targets would certainly become alert to his presence and possibly even try to kill him, leading to a fatal disaster!
Jun Mo Xie took no further actions and only waited motionlessly without showing any signs of impatience. His previous anxiety and misgivings have all but disappeared. He no longer worried in his heart whether the assassins will board the boat. Since he had already selected his targets, there is no room for regret!
Intuition! He firmly believes that the assassins will come on this boat!
Therefore, he was endlessly patient. As long as he can breathe, he will wait. It was just like in his previous life when he had to rely on his intuition to pursue murderers or hide from his enemies. At this moment, he is the King of Assassins! Jun Xie!
After some time passed, there finally came the sound of a young lady’s delicate laugh and the echoes of boorish men talking and laughing. As people embarked, the boat swayed, and the thudding of footsteps could be heard coming from above Jun Mo Xie.
One, two…six individuals!
Jun Mo Xie counted in silence. It seemed that three more people had joined the party of assassins that have arrived earlier.
Once the party had boarded the boat, their distinctive cold aura suddenly caused a reaction in Jun Mo Xie’s mind. In this ice-cold water, the cold killing intent made Jun Mo Xie feel a sense of familiarity.
This is my world!
The extravagant life of a noble—the glory, splendor, and wealth—admittedly was very comfortable, but Jun Mo Xie was the King of Assassins. He yearned to be unfettered like the king of wolves, arrogantly howling among a vast expanse of rolling grassland. Even if danger lurks around every corner, he still chose to be a king looking down on the world!
Suffering leads to growth; the lonely enjoys the loneliness. A solitary shadow charging into the unknown, brandishing his sword in defiance of the heavens. Ten steps to kill a person, a thousand miles without leaving a trace!
This is Jun Mo Xie’s grandest dream.
Unfortunately, it is uncertain whether Jun Mo Xie will have such an opportunity in his current body.
No one spoke after entering the boat’s cabin. Only the sounds of teacups softly touching followed by the “sipping and slurping” of tea and the occasional gentle laughter of a young lady could be heard.