Chapter 202: Female Assassin

"Ah!"

Xie Haitao was scared out of his wits. His fat body trembled violently, his eyes glued to the bullet speeding toward him.

He was too fat, his movements too sluggish. His mind went blank, filled with nothing but the despair of waiting for death.

However, in the instant before the bullet could pierce his skull...

A figure appeared like a phantom!

SWOOSH!

Yang Xun moved, his speed so great it left an afterimage in the air.

He instantly appeared in front of Xie Haitao. His right hand shot out like lightning, his fingers snapping shut, and he actually caught the speeding bullet right out of the air!

HISS!

True Qi infused his fingertips. The hard metal bullet let out a grating, teeth-grinding screech in Yang Xun’s palm before a tremendous force crushed it directly into metallic dust, which trickled from between his fingers.

The entire office fell deathly silent.

Xie Haitao collapsed to the floor, his eyes bulging so wide they looked like they might pop out. His jaw hung open, and he even forgot to breathe.

’He... he caught a bullet with his bare hands?’

’And crushed it? What the hell kind of skill is that? Is he Superman?!’

Even the black-clad man, who had remained expressionless until now, showed a look of utter disbelief in his cold eyes for the first time.

He had carried out countless missions and killed all sorts of people, but he had never seen—or even imagined—that someone could catch a bullet bare-handed and crush it like a ball of clay!

This sight, which defied all common sense, completely overturned his understanding of the world.

"Who sent you?"

Yang Xun opened his hand, letting the metallic powder drift away. He took a step forward, his gaze as sharp as a blade as it locked onto the black-clad man. His voice was laced with a cold, murderous intent.

The black-clad man’s pupils constricted. He didn’t answer.

He abruptly raised his hand, aiming the strange-looking white pistol at the center of Yang Xun’s brow once more, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

In an instant, he emptied the clip. Five bullets fanned out, sealing off all of Yang Xun’s possible escape routes.

This was the marksmanship of a professional killer—precise and deadly.

Faced with a barrage of bullets that could turn any man into a sieve, Yang Xun remained calm. He stood his ground, not even moving his feet, his hands merely blurring into a flurry of palm shadows that danced before him.

TING! TING! TING! TING! TING!

Five crisp, metallic impacts rang out almost simultaneously.

As if by magic, Yang Xun’s hands caught all five of the deadly bullets out of mid-air, not missing a single one!

Then, he clapped his hands together and squeezed hard.

The sound of twisting metal followed. When Yang Xun opened his palms again, all that remained were a few mangled lumps of metal.

He tossed them aside, and the scrap metal clattered to the floor.

"My God..."

Xie Haitao was so scared he nearly lost control of his bladder. He stared at Yang Xun as if looking at an inhuman monster.

The shock in the black-clad man’s eyes was quickly replaced by grim determination.

’He understood now. There was no way he could deal with this young man.’

’If I stay, I die!’

Without the slightest hesitation, the black-clad man turned and fled. His speed was incredible and his movements agile; he was clearly professionally trained.

"Trying to run?"

Yang Xun sneered and pushed off forcefully with his feet.

BOOM!

The floor tiles cracked as Yang Xun shot forward like an arrow released from a bow, instantly giving chase.

The black-clad man was fast, but in Yang Xun’s eyes, he was pitifully slow. In just a few breaths, Yang Xun had already cut him off, blocking all avenues of escape.

"Who the hell are..."

Seeing that escape was hopeless, the black-clad man’s eyes hardened. With a low growl, he took the initiative and lunged forward. His right hand formed a knife-edge, slicing through the air with a fierce gale as he aimed straight for Yang Xun’s throat! His movements were clean and decisive, his technique ruthless. He was clearly a trained practitioner.

"Flowery Fist and Embroidered Legs."

Yang Xun didn’t even bother using True Qi. Relying solely on his physical strength and speed, he sidestepped the attack with ease while his right hand shot out like lightning and seized the black-clad man’s wrist.

CRACK!

A sharp crack of bone breaking echoed.

"Ugh!"

The black-clad man grunted in pain. Yang Xun had easily snapped his wrist, and the white pistol flew from his grasp.

Yang Xun followed up with a kick to the back of his knee. The black-clad man cried out and fell to his knees.

The entire exchange took no more than three moves.

Yang Xun looked down from his superior position at the black-clad man kneeling before him, his eyes cold as ice.

He reached out and ripped the black mask from the man’s face.

The mask fell away, revealing a face so exquisite it was breathtaking.

It was the face of a young woman in her early twenties. Her skin was so fair it was almost translucent, without a single blemish.

Her features were like a masterfully carved work of art. Beneath willow-leaf brows were a pair of long, almond-shaped eyes. Though narrowed slightly in pain and anger, they couldn’t hide her stunning, cold beauty.

Her nose was elegant and straight, her lips slightly thin and pressed tightly together. Her hair had become disheveled during the struggle, and a few strands hung over her forehead, adding to her sharp, fierce beauty.

Yang Xun was slightly taken aback. He hadn’t expected this highly skilled, ruthless female assassin to be so beautiful, or so young.

But he immediately concealed his surprise, his gaze turning sharp and cold once more. "Where is the person who sent you? Tell me!"

The woman lifted her head, her gorgeous face filled with defiance. She snorted coldly, turning her head to the side and biting her lip, remaining silent.

Yang Xun’s eyes grew even colder. He reached out, grabbed the woman’s chin, and forced her to turn and face him.

"I’ll give you one last chance. Are you going to talk, or not?!"

The woman’s gaze met Yang Xun’s, but she kept her lips sealed, answering with silence.

"Well, this is a surprise."

Yang Xun suddenly smiled, but it was a smile laced with dangerous amusement.

His gaze swept over the woman’s body, lingering for a moment on the curves highlighted by her black bodysuit.

"A killer this agile turns out to be a woman. And what surprises me most is..."

He leaned in closer and lowered his voice. "Not only is this woman beautiful, but... she’s also a virgin. It seems your boss knows his stuff. Men like their women clean."

Hearing the word "virgin," the woman’s eyes flew wide open. She stared at Yang Xun, her gaze filled with astonishment.

Clearly, she hadn’t expected him to suddenly say something like that.

"In that case..."

The amusement on Yang Xun’s face deepened. He reached out and hooked a finger on the zipper at the chest of the woman’s black bodysuit.

"I’ll just have to enjoy you first, then!"

RIIIIP!!

The zipper was violently pulled down. A vast expanse of dazzling, snow-white skin was instantly exposed to the office air. Her breathtaking curves and slick texture seemed to gleam with a seductive luster under the dim light...