Chapter 384: Chapter 363: Underground City Lord
The man didn’t ask much, just smiled at the shopkeeper, took the wooden box, and walked out of the store. He felt a bit embarrassed, touching his big belly, dragging his right leg to keep moving forward.
Left foot out, right foot follows! Holding his chubby belly, he followed a group of people toward the center of the underground city. As long as he looked up, he could see the clock tower in the center. There were five minutes until the duel, and he could already feel the unusual murderous aura around him.
The central location was actually a landing spot in a confluence of underground rivers, which, after some modifications, became an isolated ’island.’ The bluestone slabs paved on cement-painted platforms made the small island feel somewhat like a loner, but you couldn’t pinpoint anything wrong with it. It’s neither integrated into the surroundings nor does it feel obtrusive; it is precisely because of its smallness that it creates a natural venue.
A woman was already standing on the island, her S-shaped figure was enticing. The man glanced at her fiery red outfit; her slender legs were wrapped in thigh-high boots, and her long black hair cascaded straight down to her shoulders. The shiny black locks extended past her high chest to her waist. The face beneath the mask was enticingly pale, her luscious thin lips tightly pressed. In matching leather gloves, she held a black-and-red intertwined long whip, radiating with an unconquerable wildness.
Like the others, the man’s eyes never left the woman’s proud bust and round, raised hips, but even so tempted, no one dared to make a single exclamation.
Was it because the woman’s identity was special, or was it really proof that women in the underground city were terrifying? The man, dragging his right leg, moved slowly around this small island. The not-so-large central area had already been traversed by him, and finally, he leaned against a pillar from the waterway. There was a protruding stone brick there, just enough for him to sit down, but the downside was that he could only see the woman’s back.
The whip lashed out, landing on the stone ground with a piercing sound!
Crack! Crack! A few more continuous snaps, the raised dust made the whole underground city seem to tremble slightly. The man was eager for the woman to speak; he wanted to hear if the voice beneath the mask was as seductive as her mystery.
But unfortunately, the woman did not speak. Instead, a lithe figure descended from the air, making a grand entrance, and landed steadily next to the woman. This person also had long black hair, flowing in mid-air.
If Hua Qingyi was a beautiful and almost perfect man, then this person could match him, or even surpass him. For such a certainty, the man smiled faintly. However, although perfect, the raw bloodiness in his eyes ruined that face. He was like a cellular bat, unabashedly exuding his flamboyance and bloodlust into the air.
The man turned abruptly and grasped the woman’s waist, his handsome face closing in to make a bold mark on her thin lips.
Such a beginning stirred everyone, including the man sitting to the side. He narrowed his eyes, taking in every detail of the woman’s flushed face. This woman was different, only because she knew how to be shy.
"Everyone!" The handsome man released the woman and, facing the crowd, leaned forward slightly, much like a clown jumping on stage, though a few hundred times more beautiful than any clown.
"Currently, the position of ’Elimination’ is vacant. I believe everyone has received an invitation from the ’Black Crow.’ The underground city, on behalf of the ’Black Crow,’ is hosting a fair duel, and the winner will succeed to the position."
The woman swung the long whip in her hand, wrapping it around the overhead pole, her graceful form disappearing from everyone’s sight, while the man withdrew to sit on the classical mahogany chair behind him.
Lao Jiu! The City Lord of the underground city, many in the underworld called him the ’Clown.’
Is he really a clown? As a partner of ’Black Crow,’ the master of such a vast and chaotic residing ground for assassins isn’t useless. The man bent his left leg, using both hands to adjust his right leg, waiting for the show to start.
However, after the introduction, no one actually stepped onto the small island in the center. They were still hesitating.
The ’Elimination’ vacancy under ’Black Crow’ was a revelation that spread through the Assassin Realm, and many were eager to move, but not many truly fit ’Black Crow’s’ criteria. In the selection, it wasn’t about how many people you’ve killed or the task level you’ve challenged. Everyone knew that the responsibility of ’Elimination’ was to kill the assassins’ assassin, a provocation, a challenge to all assassins.
The man looked at those people’s flickering expressions with curiosity. Do assassins also have times when they’re timid?
Or are they hesitating just because of this position? Who knows what mentality Xiang Fei had when he ran up to the stage and killed his predecessor, just because that person looked too arrogant, and he didn’t like it.
At that time, Xiang Fei was still very unknown, not even having earned his first income from this profession. That predecessor was the first person he killed, and in the days after, he survived by killing assassin after assassin, continuously redefining what the profession of an assassin meant to him.
"No one?"
Lao Jiu, bored, shook his Feather Fan, his long hair tied in a ponytail as he sat.
"This makes it difficult for me. Since everyone is so shy, let’s proceed according to the numbers. The first and last numbers will duel. This way, it’s fair."
The man cast his gaze upon Lao Jiu. The age of the City Lord of the Dungeon is a mystery; even in Dragon Soul’s database, his age remains unknown. From the current perspective, he seems too young, which makes people question the authenticity of his identity, but in reality, he is the City Lord of the Dungeon.
The two of them leaped onto the island.
The City Lord of the Dungeon’s words here are like the divine mandate of God, and no one dares to disobey. Outside, perhaps no one would regard him as someone of significance, but back in the dungeon, if you wish to survive, you must comply. On this land, the dungeon is the only sanctuary for assassins. As long as the dungeon accepts you, every day you spend here is safe. Whether it’s the police or assassins from other countries, they won’t easily come to eradicate this place. Even Dragon Soul adopts a wait-and-see attitude towards it. This place is the secret of secrets.
The majesty of the dungeon is so peculiar. Once, a world-class A-level assassin waited at the entrance of the dungeon for an entire year, only to be shot dead on the stairs at the entrance one minute after his prey walked out of the dungeon.
The man interestingly watched Lao Jiu. As if receiving an invitation from the gaze, Lao Jiu turned his head, yet found no trace of the gaze, involuntarily furrowing his brow slightly, shaking the Feather Fan in his hand. He was sure there was indeed a gaze just now, but with just a turn of the head, his opponent vanished without a trace. It seems this person is a master among masters, with a very keen sense.
Xiang Fei had warned not to look directly into Lao Jiu’s eyes, a piece of advice Xiao Lin wouldn’t disregard. So, when he sensed Lao Jiu’s intention to turn his head, he had already moved from his original position. However, carrying such a big belly is indeed inconvenient, and that right leg is even more of a torment for him.
Indeed, this disabled and already portly, decadent assassin is the Military Doctor, Xiao Lin.
The hand in his pants pocket habitually rubbed a bronze badge. Its existence seems to hold special significance for this dungeon. Clearly, people here recognize numbers, not individuals. He was very curious about who the original owner of this number was. The seriousness when Xiang Fei handed him these numbers made him more puzzled.
Whoever died, thick blood stains dripped onto the bluestone slabs. As the victor, you must accept the next challenge. There is no rest system here; the harsh definition is meant to provide you with more reliable security in the future.
Xiao Lin wasn’t interested in the fights. He wasn’t an invited participant here, so for him, this was merely a performance. Who won or lost didn’t matter to him, as long as ’Black Crow’ didn’t overreach, both sides could coexist peacefully.
Leading with his left foot, followed by his right, maintaining this posture, Xiao Lin slowly walked back to his own room.
The data on the display screen against the wall by the bed had been refreshed, with updates occurring almost every second. If he weren’t living it, he wouldn’t have known so many assassins were still alive on this land and in such scale.
After opening the inquiry system, there was no related record whether he input ’Xiao Lin’ or ’Military Doctor’. Could it be that the people sent out in the previous terms weren’t really from ’Black Crow’?
A question flashed through his mind. In Xiang Fei’s words, the only place an assassin could go is ’Black Crow’. His duty also included killing all assassins outside of ’Black Crow.’
Suddenly, a new task caught his eye, marked in purple.
Target: Consort Ling
Occupation: All-Powerful-Level Assassin
Bounty: Rescue
The task description was very simple; Xiao Lin discovered that the higher the level, the more simplified the description below, meaning there was very little information on this target, making it all the more difficult.
To ordinary people, ’rescue’ might just be an adjective, but at this moment, Xiao Lin knew very well how significant this bounty was. In the hierarchy of ’Black Crow,’ rescue is second only to the top tier.
For someone like ’Eradicate,’ such a reward is indeed significant. But then again, is it really necessary for an ’Eradicate’?
He lifted his right leg with both hands and placed it on the bed, opening the newly purchased gun. Its weight was just about right for Lian. Pressing the remote, the room door automatically locked.
There was no communication equipment, and in such a dungeon, time relatively lost its meaningful existence.
The display screen refreshed its records once again. (To be continued. If you like this work, please visit to vote for recommendation votes, monthly votes. Your support is my greatest motivation.)