Volume 1, Chapter 58: The Banquet of Magnanimity, The Moment of Vengeance!!

"Of course not. They came to thank me for getting rid of a public pest!"

"Alright, go on inside first," Su Ming said without looking back.

"Then... what about you?" Lin Ruoxue naturally did not believe Su Ming's explanation, but she lacked the energy to press further. Overcome with sleepiness, she gave a soft yawn.

"I saw a rat scurrying around nearby, looking quite an eyesore. I'm going to go step on it and crush it to death," Su Ming said indifferently.

"A dog meddling in a rat's business, constantly poking your nose where it doesn't belong. I'm heading up first. Oh, your room is the second one on the upper floor; I've already asked the housekeeper to tidy it up for you. Don't go into the wrong room."

With that, Lin Ruoxue covered her mouth, walked toward the villa, and went inside. Soon, the lights in a second-floor room illuminated. Her silhouette was cast against the window, and the motion of her undressing was strikingly charming.

However, Su Ming had no time to admire it. Instead, his gaze fell upon the pavilion not far away.

"Come out, you Sakura Country doggy bastard!"

"Your ninjutsu is so pathetic; are you too ashamed to show your face?" Su Ming mocked with a sneer.

Back in the Ninth Prison, when dispatched by his mentor to carry out missions, he had already dealt with major organizations from the Sakura Country, especially in the Western Heaven territory. There, he was the taboo of all mysterious organizations from the Sakura Country.

At this moment, as his voice fell, a shadow distorted in the empty space of the pavilion, then transformed into a human figure, slowly walking forward.

"I never imagined an ex-con could actually pierce through my ninjutsu!"

"It seems the intelligence report was flawed, a bunch of good-for-nothings. No wonder Young Master Chen died at your hands; that finally explains it!"

The newcomer was none other than the Fusang Ghost King. He had spotted Su Ming the moment the latter left the yacht. What a coincidence! He had trailed him all the way here, preparing to make his move. He had originally expected those martial arts factions to finish off this ex-con midway, but an unexpected reversal had occurred. Thus, he had no choice but to take matters into his own hands.

"So you're selling your services to the Chen family. Have you Fusang samurai fallen so low that you've become dogs for others?" Su Ming recognized the intruder's identity from his attire. Unlike the shadow samurai he had encountered previously, this old fellow in front of him was a Fusang samurai proficient in ninjutsu, and his aura was remarkably powerful. Yet, Su Ming felt not a shred of fear.

"Hmph, you ignorant, death-seeking scoundrel!"

"President Chen told me to take you alive, but I've changed my mind now. I'm going to make you wish you were dead!"

"First, I'll snap every last tooth out of your mouth!"

Clearly, Su Ming's words had infuriated the Fusang Ghost King. In an instant, he launched himself forward like a massive bat, stirring up a howling gale and unleashing a flurry of cold glints.

Su Ming narrowed his eyes slightly, letting the cold glints fly toward him.

The next second, his figure shifted, and a golden light flickered in his eyes. Every single one of those cold glints was a poisoned dart. Su Ming's disdain only deepened. Moving with blinding speed, he threaded through the gaps between the flying darts, closing the distance infinitely, taking a single energetic stride and planting his foot!

Less than ten meters away, Su Ming abruptly waved his hand.

"Whoosh!"

A freezing glare resembling a thunderbolt shot forth with explosive speed! It was far too fast for the human eye to capture as it slashed through the night sky.

"Puff!"

The Fusang Ghost King's chest instantly bloomed red, pierced clean through by the flying blade. Moreover, the sheer force carried his body backward for more than ten steps before he finally came to a halt.

The Fusang Ghost King was seized with absolute terror! He widened his eyes, unable to believe what was happening as he raised his head, only to discover with horror that the figure in front of him had vanished.

Utterly hair-raising!

A profound chill and an unprecedented sense of defeat shattered all his confidence, crushing his invincible faith and will. Having roamed the world for so many years, he had eliminated countless targets, and some opponents had even been stronger than him, yet without exception, they had all perished at his hands.

Yet at this moment, facing an ex-con, he felt despair. He couldn't even sense the opponent's aura anymore.

Fatal!

To a duke-class hunter, this was nothing short of an indiscriminate crushing defeat!

"Who on earth are you?!"

"You're far more than just an ex-con! Not even a prince-class assassin could pull this off!"

The Fusang Ghost King's voice trembled, and his face finally betrayed the terror that had not surfaced for decades! He was panicking, his nerves stretched to the absolute breaking point.

"If prince-class assassins can send shivers down your spine like that, then dying at the hands of a King Hunter should make you feel profoundly honored, shouldn't it?"

His words fell like rolling thunder over green waves!

Immediately following them, a hand wearing a silver glove, looking as though it grasped the entire galaxy, gently... came to rest upon the Fusang Ghost King's shoulder.

Su Ming's figure, like a ghost, materialized behind him. His cold expression twisted into a mad look, and the corner of his mouth curved into an alluring, evil smirk.

The Fusang Ghost King instantly lost all strength in his body; resistance became a luxury he could not afford. His heart almost burst! He widened his bloodshot eyes, terror surging from the depths of his soul and manifesting on his face!

An unprecedented crisis made the Fusang Ghost King experience the very breath of death. He knew the intelligence was wrong—a fatal error. The target was far from as simple as the dossier had indicated.

"So, are you ready to die in a foreign land?" Su Ming whispered mockingly.

Suddenly, he twisted his large hand with immense force, and with a crisp *crack*, the Fusang Ghost King's shoulder was directly crushed.

At that moment, the Fusang Ghost King wore a solemn and tense expression, gritting his teeth to endure the agonizing pain. The next second, he spread his arms, instantly breaking free from Su Ming's control, and transformed into a streak of black shadow that vanished on the spot.

Seeing this, Su Ming paused slightly.

"Old ghost, you actually know Qimen Dunjia!"

"I underestimated you!"

Watching the man escape, Su Ming felt no anxiety. He hadn't intended to kill him right away anyway—not out of mercy, but because he wanted to use the fellow to locate the Chen family members and eliminate them all at once. He had already learned last time that the culprit behind his parents' death was Chen Yingjie of the Chen family.

He simply hadn't expected the man to master secret techniques like Qimen Dunjia, which caught Su Ming off guard.

Pursuit was out of the question now. But Su Ming had his own plans; the moment Chen Yingjie showed his face, he would find him instantly. And tonight presented just such an opportunity.

Su Ming grinned, glancing up to see that the lights on the upper floor had already been turned off. Instead of going back inside, he got into his car and drove away into the night.

Meanwhile, in the center of Longzhou City, Dadujian, an ultra-luxurious five-star restaurant, had numerous luxury cars parked outside its entrance.

Across the street sat roadside food stalls, where several migrant workers looking for odd jobs chewed on plain steamed buns. In stark contrast, outside the entrance of Dadujian, neon lights flashed and beauties abounded. A group of wealthy tycoons, surrounded by women, casually scattered money from their hands, sparking a frantic scramble among the service staff.

Separated by a mere street, it formed a vivid and brutal contrast.

Su Ming stood before a barbecue stall, lowering his head to eat skewers. At that moment, the Godfather sneaked over, wearing a hat with his head bowed low.

"Your Majesty, I have carried out all your instructions."

"The person you are looking for is holding a banquet inside this restaurant—it seems to be a birthday party."

"The target is Chen Yingjie."

As the Godfather finished speaking, Su Ming nodded. He looked at the Godfather with mild confusion, glancing around as if the man was hiding from something.

"What are you afraid of?" Su Ming asked.