The Hundred Transformations Clown spat out these words.
Yes, bullets and guns are just toys to her, incapable of hurting her in the slightest.
The dissatisfaction on One-Eyed Dragon’s face slightly eased.
If it were him, he would also be angry if someone pointed a gun at him.
"So Hundred Transformations, why did you disguise yourself as our young master?" One-Eyed Dragon asked helplessly.
"Just wanted to test you and see if your skills have improved over the years," the Hundred Transformations Clown chuckled with a hint of mockery, "but it seems now, you’ve really... become too weak."
"Have I become too weak..." One-Eyed Dragon wasn’t angry; instead, a playful arc appeared at the corner of his mouth, "Or... have you become too strong? Or maybe, your purpose in disguising as our young master wasn’t to test my skills but to confirm what Ye Huan’s strength is from me?"
The Hundred Transformations Clown didn’t answer him directly but got up and walked toward the door.
With a wave of her hand, she left a message:
"One-eye, your information is somewhat outdated."
"To correct you, I am not the so-called tenth assassin. Before coming to Huaxia, I just slit the throat of the second assassin."
"Additionally, within twelve hours, I will deliver Ye Huan, who has already been crippled, right in front of you."
The Hundred Transformations Clown unbuttoned the last button of the suit.
The suit was casually tossed into the air, creating a "swoosh" sound as it cut through the wind.
Her entire body, clad from neck to toe in a black robe, was revealed.
Behind the black robe was a black cape embroidered with a black dragon and phoenix totem.
As she walked out the door, a gust of fierce wind blew past.
The cape flew up, fully revealing the fierce aura surrounding her.
Drawing a dagger, she disappeared into the depths of the corridor at a speed beyond the ability of the naked eye to follow...
The aura made the real White Impermanence’s face turn pale.
"Young master, are you okay?" One-Eyed Dragon stood up, went outside, and supported White Impermanence’s left arm.
"I’m fine." White Impermanence swallowed a gulp of saliva, pointing to the end of the corridor where no one could be seen, his voice trembling, "He... he is..."
"He is the second assassin of the Dark World—Hundred Transformations Clown!"
The second assassin of the Dark World?
But upon hearing the name Hundred Transformations Clown, the expression on White Impermanence’s face changed dramatically, exclaiming, "You just said, Hundred Transformations Clown is the second assassin?"
One-Eyed Dragon nodded with a smile, saying:
"That’s right, young master, you must have heard it too; before coming to Huaxia, Hundred Transformations Clown successfully killed the former second assassin."
"According to the Assassin Rankings’ rules, the moment Hundred Transformations Clown killed the second assassin, his rank automatically advanced to second."
"Moreover, the disguise skills of Hundred Transformations Clown, even I can’t penetrate them now, which is testament enough to how much stronger he has become over the years."
The words of One-Eyed Dragon left White Impermanence immensely shocked.
White Impermanence’s face was extremely grave; he took a deep breath and asked, "How does his strength compare to yours?"
"I’m ashamed, I’m not his equal," One-Eyed Dragon sighed, "and as you saw just now, without being able to see through his disguise, he could kill me... with a single move."
White Impermanence was utterly shocked.
He had a thorough understanding of One-Eyed Dragon’s strength over the years.
Capable of repelling bullets with his mortal body, climbing skyscrapers a hundred meters high with his bare hands, and leaping from the top without harm—these were all trifles!
Yet such a capable person could not withstand even one strike from Hundred Transformations Clown?
Seeing White Impermanence’s shocked expression, One-Eyed Dragon smiled and said, "Young master, now that you’ve seen the strength of Hundred Transformations Clown firsthand, you should no longer doubt whether he can defeat Ye Huan, right?"
"Hmm... My previous thoughts were truly laughable."
Beads of cold sweat appeared on White Impermanence’s forehead, and even his voice trembled a little.
At that moment, he no longer felt panic.
Hundred Transformations Clown is now the second assassin.
If he can’t take down Ye Huan, there’s only one possibility—that Ye Huan is the first assassin or has strength comparable to the first assassin!
This, how could it be possible!
It’s utterly ridiculous!
White Impermanence’s expression remained calm, but his heart was slightly thrilled.
"Ye Huan, today... I’ll make sure you wish you were dead!"
"Minister Su, please... respect yourself. What kind of decorum is this early in the morning? Your behavior is utterly disgraceful!"
At Tianyun International, in the security office, Ye Huan sat on the sofa, his words forceful and firm.
At that moment, Su Qingqing was almost nose to nose with him.
Her eyes were filled with tenderness, "Ye Huan, you’ve heard it all. My mom said... she only acknowledges you as a son-in-law, and I happen to like you. So what do you say I should do?"
"What should you do? Minister Su, let me tell you clearly, I, Ye Huan, have a wife! And my wife is your superior. Flirting with me right under her nose, is that really okay? Does your conscience really allow it?" Ye Huan said with an expression of anguish.
I refuse to believe I can’t strip away that facade of yours!
Let’s see how long you can keep this up, scumbag!"
Su Qingqing was infuriated beyond measure.
Recalling Song Yanhong’s ultimatum, "Get married to Ye Huan within two years and have a child," Su Qingqing became increasingly furious.
Marry and have a child with this scumbag? Bah, impossible!
"No, I need to quickly strip away the good guy facade of this scumbag and then stab him to death!"
Su Qingqing privately made up her mind.
"Ye Huan, as long as I can be with you, even if it means bearing the reputation of being morally corrupt, so what?"
"You know, I don’t care if you have a wife."
Su Qingqing cupped Ye Huan’s face with both hands, staring directly into his eyes.
"I care!" Ye Huan shouted, "Minister Su, please respect yourself. There’s no possibility for us!"
"Still pretending, you scum..." Su Qingqing almost blurted out the insult, swallowing back the last word "man."
Letting out a cold snort, she shifted her tone:
"Ye Huan, I’ll say it one last time!"
"I’ve told you, as long as you’re with me, I don’t care if you have a wife!"
"I’m willing to be your long-term secret mistress and promise not to fight for favor with your wife! I only ask that when you tire of your wife, consider giving me a legitimate status!"
"Or even if I don’t ask for status, as long as you can act like a loving couple with me in front of my mom, that’s enough!"
Listening to Su Qingqing’s words, Ye Huan’s face turned as dark as the bottom of a pot.
Being handsome is such a hassle!
He hadn’t done a thing, yet it had bewitched Su Qingqing so profoundly that she’d pursue him this aggressively?
Ye Huan’s expression and gaze were firm and resolute as he said, "Minister Su, please set aside your improper thoughts about me. There’s no possibility for us!"
"Improper thoughts? Bah!"
Su Qingqing felt a strong disdain, silently cursing him as a narcissist!
Though she felt this way, her outward demeanor was entirely different...
Her eyes grew even more tender.