Chapter 23: Chapter 23

Just at that time, behind the abandoned factory.

A ghostly figure, dressed in black and wearing a "War God" mask, silently avoided the sight of the surrounding police and entered the abandoned factory.

This person was none other than Zhang Xiaohao, who had rushed over from the city.

With the Twelve Heavenly Steps, he had traveled from the city to the suburbs in just under five minutes, which demonstrated the terrifying power of the Twelve Heavenly Steps.

Coldly glancing at the abandoned factory before him, he moved silently, leaping up like a nimble fox toward the upper floors.

A moment later, Zhang Xiaohao had already reached the third floor. Relying on his superhuman sensitivity, he quickly located the SSS-ranked assassin from Country R in a blind spot on the third floor.

With a flip of his hand, a playing card appeared. He silently tiptoed toward the assassin from Country R.

At this time, the assassin from Country R was still unaware that the Death God was descending upon him, swiftly approaching.

Holding the beautiful policewoman hostage, he shouted again to the outside, "Listen up, people outside, don’t play dead on me! Twenty more minutes. If you haven’t prepared what I want, I will slowly torment this policewoman in my hands, first destroying her beautiful face to make her an ugly freak! Even if it means mutual destruction, I will take a few more with me as padding."

After speaking, the assassin from Country R unconsciously moved his neck around, as maintaining a posture for a long time, even for an SSS-ranked assassin, was too much to bear.

Suddenly, his gaze inadvertently swept over and he saw a ghostly silhouette rapidly closing in on him.

The person was dressed in black night clothes, wearing a "War God" mask. Recognizing the mysterious mask often seen in the assassins’ guild, the assassin from Country R could identify him at first glance, even if he were ashes.

A shock went through his heart, and he instinctively cried out in fear, "War God..."

The gun in his hands was just about to fire at the War God.

Suddenly, he saw a playing card shooting toward him at meteoric speed.

Though his eyes saw it, his brain couldn’t keep up; he wanted to fight back, but before he could even raise his hands, the playing card had already pierced through his forehead and temple, leaving a massive hole.

To his dying moment, the assassin from Country R couldn’t believe the scene before his eyes. Why would the "War God" appear in Nanhua City? Why would the "War God" be here?

In the depths of his mind, he remembered an old saying told by the elders: No matter how powerful and influential you are, never step into the mysterious and ancient Eastern world! Otherwise, you might enter alive but not leave alive!

If everything could be done over! This top assassin from Country R would not choose to be Li Bai! Even if the mission’s fee were increased tenfold, he would rather be laughed at as a coward than set foot in the mysterious and ancient Eastern world!

Unfortunately, he learned all this too late! With a strong sense of unwillingness, the assassin from Country R became a cold corpse.

The sudden turn of events heavily shocked the beautiful policewoman Zhang Jing. By the time she collected herself, she screamed in terror, covering her face with her hands and fearfully stepping back.

After dealing with the SSS-ranked assassin from Country R, Zhang Xiaohao was about to leave, but unexpectedly, he ran into an old acquaintance, Zhang Jing, once again.

Thinking back to the morning scene in the hotel, Zhang Jing mocked herself.

Hidden under the War God mask, Zhang Xiaohao’s lips curved upwards, revealing a wicked smile. With a swift step, he was already by Zhang Jing’s side, wrapping her in his embrace.

Feeling the warmth and softness from Zhang Jing, Zhang Xiaohao held her buttocks with his right hand and her tender, boneless, jadelike left hand with his left hand, squeezing hard.

"Don’t be afraid! I am the Prince Charming from your dreams, who especially came to rescue you. He’s already dead," Zhang Xiaohao said in a lowered voice, smirking.

Feeling the unusual sensation from her body, Zhang Jing’s cheeks blushed crimson. She didn’t struggle or resist, but instead, her face betrayed the demeanor of a young lady. She naturally laid her head in Zhang Xiaohao’s embrace, nestling into a comfortable position.

"Are you really the Prince Charming from my dreams?" Zhang Jing sweetly asked.

If Zhang Xiaohao dared to act , brazenly taking advantage of her, her fiery temperament would have long led her to rush up and tear him apart!

Seeing Zhang Jing assume such a girlish manner, Zhang Xiaohao was taken aback. He then wickedly thought, could she really be mesmerized by me? Has she completely fallen for me?

With that thought, Zhang Xiaohao decided to boldly retake the scene and seized the opportunity to take advantage of her.

"Hmm! I am indeed the Prince Charming you have long been waiting for."

"Then, do you like me?" Zhang Jing asked again, shyly.

"I do!" Zhang Xiaohao responded cooperatively.

"Then would you marry me?" After speaking, Zhang Jing, mustering courage from who knows where, stood up from Zhang Xiaohao’s embrace and seriously looked at this mysterious man behind the War God mask.

Zhang Xiaohao paused, looking seriously at Zhang Jing through the mask.

Such an opportune moment, a perfect chance to take advantage, lay right in front of him. If he did not grasp it now, he would be a fool.

All was understood without words.

The lead middle-aged man, thinking that the R-nation assassins were desperate enough to kill the hostage, immediately ordered a total assault to rescue Zhang Jing, the hostage. If Zhang Jing suffered any harm, he couldn’t explain it to his senior leaders.

Hearing the rapid footsteps around him, Zhang Xiaohao reluctantly let go of Zhang Jing. Through the mask, he gazed into her intoxicating eyes and seriously said, "My mission is already completed; I have to go now!"

With that, he tapped his foot and charged in a certain direction, using the Twelve Heavenly Steps.

"When can we meet again?" Watching the Prince Charming incarnation leave, Zhang Jing urgently shouted at his retreating figure.

"Sweat!" Hearing Zhang Jing’s words from behind, Zhang Xiaohao stumbled nearly falling to the ground; after a moment’s thought, he seriously said, "When the opportunity is right, that will be our time to meet again!" Thᴇ link to the origɪn of this information rᴇsts ɪn novel~fire~net

After saying that, Zhang Xiaohao tapped his foot, transforming into a ghostlike figure. With several quick movements, he had disappeared without a trace.