Chapter 1770 - 911: Focus_2

Where did the problem arise?

He silently drank tea, staring at the office before him, his expression gradually turning icy. Behind the desk, Zhu Lu's expression immediately became rigid.

When the cracking sound echoed, his body involuntarily trembled slightly, drenched in sweat.

For how many years, had he not seen Mr. Han in such a discomposed state?

Before he could open his mouth, he heard Han Hui's soft sigh:

"Fengzuo is dead."

On the shelf in the office, a decoration silently cracked and crumbled, sending out its final lament, bringing ominous news from afar.

The entire setup in West Sea, completely annihilated!

Zhu Lu's vision immediately darkened. Even though he had little contact with Meng Fengzuo, upon hearing this, he couldn't help but feel a sway of his emotions, unable to suppress it.

Unexpectedly... did we actually lose?

Using all his strength, he restrained himself to utter this sentence.

Zhu Lu took a deep breath, forcing himself to stay calm: "Mr. Han, the victory or defeat at West Sea is a minor issue. At this critical juncture, Chen Xingzhou is the real threat... It's not too late to mend things!"

"Let me go—"

"No!"

Han Hui decisively shook his head, gesturing to stop him from speaking further: "Since Chen Xingzhou dares to act like this, I fear he has already planned something.

He might even be hoping for East City's people to walk into his trap!"

"But..." Zhu Lu, drenched in sweat, couldn't speak, seemingly lost his composure amid the continuous barrage of bad news.

Then, he heard Han Hui's voice.

"I'll go myself."

In that moment, Zhu Lu was thunderstruck, incredulous.

"Ultimately, I have to confront him... Isn't what Chen Xingzhou wants is to have a fight with me? Why not grant his wish!"

Han Hui took off his watch, placed it on the table, then suddenly looked at the employee beside him, who was tidying up the shattered pieces, with a smile, asking:

"What do you think, if I show up in front of Chen Xingzhou now, will he be surprised?"

In the dead silence, the employee sweeping up the fragments of the cup blankly raised his head, revealing an unremarkable face, as if unable to understand his words.

Opened his mouth to ask.

But what came out was not words...

But a black thin needle that had been hidden under the tongue for more than five days, since the day of Desert Market's election!

"How dare you!"

Zhu Lu, in a furious rage, reached out intending to stop it, but it was too late.

The moment the needle was released, it turned from solid to shadow, shooting at Han Hui's face like an illusion, between existence and non-existence.

Tongue's sword, Shadow Wraith Poison!

The sharpest, most malicious, fastest, nothing surpasses the words spat from the three-inch tongue. After lurking for such a long time, a six-day long assassin's blood sacrifice had already crafted the tongue's sting into a Shadow Wraith Poison, targeting Han Hui alone, incurable if hit!

But the premise is that it must hit!

Just as it came out, the needle, like an illusion, effortlessly landed in Han Hui's hand.

"Never thought, Chen Xingzhou's eyes and ears have already been planted right under my nose..."

Han Hui sighed with emotion, yet before he could finish speaking, a tiny hole silently appeared on the huge floor-to-ceiling window behind him.

From kilometers away, on a high building, an assassin who had been lying in wait for several days seized the fleeting moment and pulled the trigger.

Just as Han Hui was about to react, the needle in his palm suddenly exploded, delaying him for just a fleeting moment.

The bullet pierced his heart, exploding violently.

A huge hole was gouged out right in his chest.

The belated explosion only now spread within the room, and after the faint echoes faded, silence returned.

In the deathly stillness, Han Hui, with a cold indifference, lowered his gaze to his chest.

Just like that, he reached out, pinching the sizzling bullet from the wound—the bullet, like a living creature, constantly morphed and struggled, trying to slip from his fingers, emitting an aura of eerie blackness, wisps of which sent a shiver down the spine.

A strike capable of obliterating both Han Hui's body and soul, hit its mark.

But surprisingly, he remained unscathed, calmly curling his finger, flicking the shattered bullet out of the window!

Bang!

Over a distance of several kilometers, on the rooftop where an assassin was hurriedly packing the firearm, it blasted into a blood mist, leaving no trace.

In the icy chill that seemed frozen, the nearby 'Cleaner' was utterly stunned, trembling.

Incredible.

Everything that had just happened...

"Over twenty years ago, when I initially rose to fame in East City and made a name for myself, I barely gained a foothold when some bystanders stirred up trouble, labeling me and the Mountain Lord as the twin pillars of Federation's Desert Market."

Han Hui, seemingly reminiscing, spoke of past stories: "This annoyed the Mountain Lord at the time, after all, a grandiose Northwest overlord, should he be compared to a junior?

To speak frankly, I voluntarily took a step back, offering a birthday gift as a sign of respect, avoiding a meaningless conflict and bloodshed, earning a moment of respite."

"After all these years, I have always known, Mountain Lord was not wrong—the notion of comparison between us never had any ground.

It's not that I was inferior to him, but that..."

He softly sighed, raising his eyes:

"Mountain Lord is far inferior to me!"

At that moment, the sound of collapse echoed from the assassin's soul.