Urban Supernatural Medical Saint

Fang Yu, the second-ranked assassin on the Heavenly List, sneered and said:

"Strong? I admit, judging from the updated combat records on the strength ranking, this person is indeed strong. But... what he has to face is the Lu Family. This time, the Lu Family is willing to spend money to solve the problem, even gathering many mercenaries and assassins, at least a hundred martial artists. They are all bounty hunters from around the world, each at least at the Martial Arts Fifth Layer... Even if this Iron Fist King is at the pinnacle of the Martial Arts Seventh Layer, he will still be brought down!"

"Wow, that's mighty... Why at Martial Arts Seventh Layer and not Eighth Layer?" Fang Yu asked again.

Hmm?

Fu Sinin stared at Fang Yu with a skeptical look and said:

"I really wonder if your strength is fake... How do you not know this common knowledge?"

"What common knowledge?"

Fu Sinin rolled her eyes and said, "Martial Arts Seventh Layer and Eighth Layer are completely different realms... It's said that reaching the Eighth Layer gives one a chance to break through to the Ninth Layer... However, so far, no one has ever seen a Ninth Layer Martial Artist..."

"This means, anything above Eighth Layer is extremely difficult. Lu Tianyuan, the Sect Leader of the Lu Family, has been in seclusion for many years without any news of a breakthrough, let alone the Iron Fist King."

Fang Yu disagreed and said:

"What if this Iron Fist King is a one-in-a-million genius? What if he can do it even when others can't?"

"Impossible! I've investigated, and this person's clan was annihilated when he was young... He only entered the path of martial arts as an adult. This situation can only mean that he had some fortuitous encounter; he definitely lacks talent," said Fu Sinin.

"Fine then."

Seeing her stubbornness, Fang Yu didn't bother to argue with her, "Since you all think this Iron Fist King is easy to deal with, why bring so many people?"

"Bounties and rankings. These bounty hunters, mercenaries, and assassins, they are all competitors. It may seem like they are all here to deal with the Iron Fist King, but in reality, those without the strength will be eliminated after tonight," Fu Sinin explained.

"Oh... big fish eat little fish, I like that. No wonder you snatched my room straight away, so now, can I possibly..." Fang Yu gave her a mischievous smile.

"You—"

Fu Sinin was startled and quickly stepped back, on her guard, "Don't you dare! Worst case, we'll both perish together!"

Hearing this, Fang Yu laughed and said, "Quite spirited, I admire that."

Fu Sinin hadn't expected the sloppy man before her to be so strong, and she became even more wary in her heart.

Wanting to partner with him, but being looked down upon.

Clearly, it wasn't appropriate to stay here for long.

Just as Fu Sinin was about to leave—

"How about this, I'll partner with you." Fang Yu stretched out his hand, indicating a handshake.

"Hm?" Fu Sinin was taken aback.

"You don't want to?"

Looking at Fang Yu's sincere face, Fu Sinin pondered to herself that his strength was extremely formidable; judging by the brief fight just now, he was at least at the Martial Arts Seventh Layer.

What was strange is, how could such an expert be a nobody?

"Okay."

Fu Sinin stretched out her hand and placed it in the palm of Fang Yu's hand.

Instantly, she felt like she had put it on a brick.

Upon looking down, she saw his large hand, rough beyond belief, thick calluses, and a formidable palm. It was startling.

"As partners, shouldn't you introduce yourself?" said Fu Sinin.

Fang Yu revealed a faint smile and said:

"My friends call me Brother Yu... If you don't mind, you can call me that too."

Fu Sinin thought to herself, this guy really has no shame.

Not bothering to bicker with him, she withdrew her hand.

"Since we're partners, we have to trust each other. Tonight might not be peaceful. Be careful," said Fu Sinin.

"I'm not worried about that."

"What are you worried about then?"

"I'm just thinking, there's only one bed here, where will you sleep?"

As he spoke, Fang Yu jumped onto the bed and lay down.

Fu Sinin's pretty face was struck with shock, and she exclaimed: "You... have no chivalry at all?"

Snore.

Snore.

Asleep?

Fu Sinin was dumbfounded.

Furious but helpless, she grabbed a blanket, laid it on the floor, and lay down.

...

Night fell.

Silence was profound, so dark one couldn't see their own hand.

In the hotel room, Fang Yu's snoring echoed.

Suddenly, a faint groan sounded.

Fu Sinin abruptly opened her eyes, alertly scanning her surroundings.

Even though she couldn't see anything, her assassin instincts told her that something had gone wrong.

"Hey, wake up."

"Will you wake up!"

Unfortunately, no matter how much she shouted, Fang Yu slept like a dead pig.

Sprawled on his back, snoring soundly.

This, how could he be a skilled fighter? He was clearly just a shameless rogue!

At the moment Fu Sinin was at a loss for words, a series of hurried footsteps came from the direction of the door.

Fu Sinin made a snap decision, propelled herself off the ground, and clung to the ceiling like a bat.

Click-clack—

The door opened.

Two figures sneaked in.

"Don't leave any survivors."

"Mhm."

They lowered their voices.

"Huh? Wasn't there a woman?"

"Forget it, kill as many as we can... I'll leave the one on the bed to you..."

"Received."

The skinny one, gripping a dagger in his hand.

The dagger gleamed with a cold light—

Snore.

Snore!

Fang Yu continued to sleep soundly.

Fu Sinin, hiding above, was incredibly anxious, uncertain whether to intervene.

Because she also didn't know how many opponents there were; she was confident she could kill these two, but what about the rest?

Whoosh—

The skinny assassin threw his dagger, aiming it straight at Fang Yu's face.

Bang.

The dagger was embedded in the wooden board above Fang Yu's forehead.

"Eh?"

How could it not hit? The skinny one was full of confusion.

Snore.

Snore—

Still asleep.

The slender assailant drew another dagger, took careful aim—whizz!

The dagger flew out.

Bang!

The dagger still struck the same wooden board!

The skinny assassin was shocked, feeling somewhat panicked.

"Boss, something's fishy."

The slightly taller shadow near the door scolded: "Idiot! Can't even kill a regular person!"

Just as he was stepping closer.

Fu Sinin silently dropped down.

Swoosh, swoosh!

Daggers suddenly flashed.

Shhh, shhh!

Quick as lightning, they passed across both their necks.

An assassin is an assassin; every move was clean and decisive.

After killing them, she quickly shut the door.

Her gaze swept over the still soundly sleeping Fang Yu and glanced at the daggers in the board, she wondered: "You're lucky! Encountering such lousy assassins!"

She dragged the bodies to the bathroom.

She then listened intently left and right; quite a few martial artists whose abilities had been identified had been killed...

At the same time, she discovered that no one was looking for these two assassins.

"These guys are truly cunning, even calculating against their own!"

That was also where they were smart; who would care about you if you failed!

No one would want to provoke a master!

With this thought.

Fu Sinin slowly lay down, preparing to sleep, yet she glanced again at the snoring Fang Yu—

What's the story with this guy? Doesn't he guard against anything even in his sleep?

Is he a novice, or a master?

However, Fu Sinin reached a conclusion: This is someone with strong capabilities but shallow experience!