Martial Master

At least, they were above the initial Earth Level, and each one of them had terrifying methods. Even if he encountered them, he had to be extremely cautious.

But now, these assassins had all died in Chen Shao's courtyard, and it seemed they were killed in one strike, without any resistance.

How did these assassins actually die?

Thinking of this, Zuo Li felt even more apprehensive about Qin Chen.

"Shadow Kill Tower? I understand!"

Qin Chen nodded, silently noting it down in his mind.

He didn't have time to deal with this now, but once he improved his strength, he would certainly let them know the consequences of assassinating him.

Trying to kill him wasn't such an easy task.

Knowing such a severe assassination event had occurred here, Zuo Li dared not be negligent. After dragging the bodies of the assassins out, he immediately sent someone to report to Prince Kang.

After settling his mother, Qin Chen looked at Qin Yong's head and suddenly thought of an idea, a cold smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

Then.

He wrapped Qin Yong's head, donned a night suit, and quietly left the mansion.

Qin Residence.

Brightly lit.

Zhao Feng sat in the living room, calmly waiting for news.

"Mother, why hasn't there been any news yet? Could it be that Qin Yong failed?"

Qin Fen, wrapped in bandages, was anxious and said impatiently.

"Fen'er, don't worry. What has your mother taught you? Stay calm when faced with big matters. Learn from your elder brother, who stays unmoved even when Mount Qi collapses before him." Zhao Feng, though quite anxious herself, couldn't help but educate her son.

"Yes, I understand, mother. But I just want to hear news of Qin Chen's death sooner!"

Qin Fen's face twisted with a grim expression. A slight movement brought intense pain, causing him to grit his teeth, wishing he could chop off his own head.

"Fen'er, don't worry. Although Qin Yong is just a servant, dealing with a little brat shouldn't be an issue. The delay is surely because he is preparing thoroughly."

Zhao Feng explained.

She had confidence in Qin Yong since she knew very well that Qin Yong had even hired the assassins from Shadow Kill Tower to deal with Qin Chen.

With the assassins from Shadow Kill Tower and Qin Yong himself, not to mention a small Qin Yuechi mother and daughter, even ten of them would be as good as dead.

"Yes, mother."

Seeing his mother's confidence, Qin Fen felt reassured, and a sense of calmness settled in his heart.

Thinking that he would soon hear news of Qin Chen's downfall, Qin Fen felt a surge of excitement, seemingly easing his pain, and his lips curled into a slight smile.

Bang!

At this moment, a muffled sound came from outside the door, as if someone had heavily slammed the door.

"What happened?"

Zhao Feng frowned and said to Yan Zhi, who was beside her, "Yan Zhi, go and take a look."

"Yes, madam."

Yan Zhi stepped forward and opened the door, only to find the night outside was dense, pitch black, with nothing to be seen.

"Strange, there's no one." Yan Zhi muttered to herself, craning her neck and looking around for a while, but finding nothing, she was about to retreat when she suddenly noticed some black things scattered on the doorstep.

"What is this?" She looked down closer and was startled.

Blood, it was blood!

Yan Zhi gasped and looked up quickly, only to see a human head suddenly dangling from the lintel, staring at her with wide eyes. Blood dripped continuously from its neck. Who else could it be but Qin Yong?

"Ah!"

Thump, thump, thump!

A scream tore through the silent night sky. Yan Zhi was so frightened she fell to the ground, her face pale, crying out in horror.

She crawled back into the house in a panic, trembling and collapsing in front of Zhao Feng.

"Yan Zhi, what's going on? Why are you screaming!"

Madam Zhao, startled by Yan Zhi's terrified screams, was shocked herself. Seeing Yan Zhi's disheveled state, she immediately reprimanded her coldly.

"Mistress... it's... it's Qin Yong... Steward Qin..." Yan Zhi stammered, her face pale, unable to speak properly, her lips trembling incessantly.