Chapter 41: South Wind City’s Second-gens – Assassination!
He originally wanted to ask where it came from, but the words on the tip of his tongue changed to: “Do you want to sell this thing?”
“Mm.” Su Chen showed a shy smile and said: “I don’t know where the Black Market is, and I’m young, afraid of being cheated.”
“If it’s not too much trouble, after selling it, please help me purchase some Black Flame Potions.”
He’s acting pretty convincingly, Sun Fatty thought to himself, pondered briefly and said: “If you need potions, don’t sell it at the Black Market. Just treat it as something you seized.”
“Handing over seized items can be converted to Inspection Internal points at fifty percent of market price, but this thing is contraband, with no normal market price. I can give you a higher rate.”
“Potion-type support items, exchanged with Inspection Internal points, are also at fifty percent of market price, and it counts as a small merit.”
Killing two birds with one stone, Su Chen understood the logic after hearing this and immediately felt deep respect. “Thanks for the trouble, Brother Sun.”
“No problem, I’ll handle it for you.” Sun Fatty left with a beaming smile.
After becoming Yuan Chenyang’s student, it seemed like everything was different.
Su Chen sighed inwardly, rested briefly, and when the time was about right, went out the door toward the location on the invitation.
Clear Shore Hotel was located in the center of South Wind City, almost directly beneath the artificial light source.
Though it was evening, it was still brightly lit, with private hovercars of various styles coming and going nonstop, and the passengers who got out were all dressed in fine clothes.
Su Chen arrived downstairs in an Inspection Department vehicle, looked up, and what came into view was the artificial light source hanging in the sky.
This thing’s technical name was “Qiong Guang”. South Wind City lacked the technical strength to produce it; it came from Ying Feng.
From his superficial understanding, much of South Wind City’s technology came from Ying Feng, an immensely vast megacity that ruled over South Wind City and other cities like it.
After handing over the invitation, an attendant led him upstairs. The banquet was in a dedicated private room. Pushing open the door, he heard soft music; quite a few people were already there, all young.
Seeing the door pushed open, their conversations stopped abruptly, and gazes swept over together, with eyes full of curiosity, confusion, surprise…
“So it’s Your Excellency Su Chen…” Someone suddenly spoke up loudly and enthusiastically came over, introducing him to the others at the same time: “This is Chief Inspector Yuan’s new student. He was ordered to infiltrate, recovered the stolen Holy Word Stone, and slaughtered a Green Scaled Lion Pack.”
Some people were enlightened, some indifferent, some even more astonished.
This name was not unfamiliar to them; almost no one present didn’t know it. Zhou Zong had only been dead for a short time.
Despite their varied thoughts, they still came over one after another for self-introductions. As Yuan Chenyang’s student, he was qualified to stand shoulder to shoulder with them.
“…Shi Haoqiang…”
“Second son of Deputy Minister Shi from the Exploration Department…”
“…Zhu Mingxu…”
“Eldest son of Minister Zhu from City Patrol…”
“…Tian Lan…”
“Third daughter of Deputy Minister Tian from the Research Department…”
For each of these people who came up, the guy nearby would whisper their background to him.
After the self-introductions, the group dispersed, and not many people chatted with him, except for the guy beside him.
“Haven’t introduced myself yet, Du Yu…” He had a buzz cut, sharp eyebrows, and said softly: “My dad is one of the Deputy Inspector Ministers, also an old subordinate of Minister Yuan.”
Oh… Judging by the background, he should be one of us. Su Chen was enlightened.
“Don’t mind it; this group isn’t too familiar with you either.” Du Yu couldn’t help saying.
He said this because the others were gathered in twos and threes, while their side was quite deserted.
Su Chen didn’t mind. These second-generation kids all had high status; some of their dads were even on par with Old Yuan. There was no need for them to be overly enthusiastic toward him.
His mentality is pretty steady… Du Yu looked at him with some surprise. What he didn’t say was that part of this aloofness was due to Su Chen’s refugee identity.
More people arrived one after another, and the two found a corner to stay in.
“Tastes good… This meat is pretty tender…” Su Chen kept sampling the food. Since transmigrating, the best meal he’d had was that day at Jiang He’s home.
Occasionally, covert gazes swept over, then shook their heads secretly.
The banquet atmosphere remained peaceful until–
“Hengyu is here!”
No one knew who shouted it, but the indifference on their faces seemed to fade as they quickly walked toward the door, smiles on their faces.
“Zhang Hengyu…” Su Chen couldn’t help looking over to see this talented youth who had taken the blame for him twice.
He did indeed resemble that City Lord by fifty to sixty percent, but his personality seemed very cold—expressionless, eyes scanning left and right.
Behind him was a tall woman with a gentle smile on her face, fiery red lips, and captivating eyes.
Gulp!
Su Chen clearly heard the sound of swallowing saliva from beside him.
Meeting Su Chen’s somewhat meaningful gaze, Du Yu smiled awkwardly and hurriedly explained: “This is Zhang Yunqing. Her personality is pretty wicked; we’ve all been disciplined by her.”
“Of course, this big sister was also very fatal to us back then.”
“However…” Du Yu changed the subject, pretending to ponder: “She went to Ying Feng long ago and suddenly came back four months ago. Who knows what for.”
Zhang Hengyu and Zhang Yunqing’s arrival seemed to give the banquet a core, as everyone gathered around them.
Zhang Hengyu was very unaccustomed to it, but Zhang Yunqing was very at ease, occasionally sharing interesting stories, with a great atmosphere.
As the topic deepened, Zhang Yunqing mentioned Ying Feng, and Su Chen listened carefully.
The difference between the bottom rung and this group wasn’t just a bit of wealth, a bit of power, a bit of talent.
Many things Zhang Yunqing talked about were almost impossible for Su Chen to know.
Even some things they had discussed earlier, he didn’t know either.
For example, First Order Top-tier Profession.
Su Chen only now learned that even in Ying Feng, First Order Top-tier Professions were extremely rare—seemingly no more than five, each strictly controlled. Only after layers of audits could one obtain them.
But at Second Order, they weren’t rarer; there were actually more. At Third Order, they became rare again.
“First Order is the beginning of professions, equivalent to perfecting within a limited scope—extremely difficult.” Zhang Yunqing explained it this way. “At Second Order and Third Order, the stage is much larger, so top-tier ones are actually easier to appear.”
“However, this ‘easier’ is only relative.”
No wonder Old Yuan had that reaction at the time… Su Chen was astounded. If he hadn’t planted the source of the Top Tier Profession on Yuan Chenyang, there would probably have been big trouble.
He wasn’t sure if it was an illusion, but while talking about this, Zhang Yunqing’s gaze would occasionally glance toward him.
“But within a certain order, don’t pursue top-tier too much. I’ve seen quite a few guys with decent talent striving for those Top Tier Professions.” Zhang Yunqing showed a sorrowful expression. “In the end, they died in the promotion requirements.”
“Top Tier Professions are strong, but their difficulty is almost double that of Upper Tier Professions.”
Su Chen deeply agreed. When he job-appointed as a Mystic Tool Master, he had nearly died in it.
She couldn’t help emphasizing: “Moreover, no matter how strong the profession of the next order is, it’s hard to beat an ordinary profession of a higher order.”
“Does Zhang Hengyu have a problem?” Su Chen turned his head and whispered: “Why has he been staring at me?”
Du Yu was immersed in the big sister’s gentle guidance. Hearing this, he looked over and grinned: “He’s just curious.”
“I heard from my dad that if not for your refugee identity, the slot to go to Ying Feng this time might not have belonged to him.”
“He’s stubborn. This kind of victory is hard for him to accept. I bet he definitely wants to beat you head-on to prove himself.”
“You all knew too?” Su Chen was surprised.
Du Yu waved his hand to explain: “It’s limited to the upper levels. Don’t worry… Since the City Lord has already agreed, no one will stroke his whiskers.”
“He doesn’t know I took out the Green Scaled Lion Pack except the leader?” Su Chen asked in reply.
“Is that true?” Du Yu was stunned.
Su Chen was speechless.
Du Yu looked at him in astonishment and explained: “The rumors outside are too outrageous—saying you took out the entire lion pack in less than a minute, scaring off even the leader. Only Second Order Professionals have that kind of strength, right?”
Su Chen understood. There had been plenty of witnesses at the time, but the rumors spread by word of mouth had instead weakened the truth.
Probably not many in this group truly believed it.
“Congratulations to Hengyu on going smoothly in Ying Feng…” Zhang Yunqing raised her wine glass, and everyone else toasted congratulations too, as attendants shuttled through the crowd providing drinks.
Su Chen and Du Yu didn’t stand out either, casually taking wine glasses from the nearby attendant.
But as soon as the two raised their hands, Su Chen’s expression changed slightly, and his left hand grabbed Du Yu.
He looked dazed, not reacting yet, when he felt great strength assault him. His vision spun, and his whole body flew backward.
At the same time, Su Chen’s right hand was already raised. Silently, cyan-gold metal wire had wrapped around his arm.
Clang!
Metal sparks flew. The attendant at his side had actually drawn a slender dagger from under the metal tray—ghastly green—and it stabbed straight at him.
At the same time, an attendant from the opposite side also came in for assassination.
“Courting death!” A fierce glint flashed in Su Chen’s eyes, and Mental Spike locked onto the target.
The frontal assailant staggered, then froze in place.
Twisting his waist, Su Chen spun and threw a punch.
Bang!
Accompanied by the dull sound of cracking bones, the rear assailant’s chest caved in, eyes bulging, instantly lifeless.
A strand of thin metal wire detached from his arm, wrapped around the dagger, and with a fierce yank, it shot out like a dart, nailing the opposite assailant’s skull—but with the hilt striking.
Bang!
The whole person fell backward, forehead split and bleeding.
Su Chen’s actions happened almost in a flash. By the time Du Yu reacted, he only saw the two corpses on the ground.
“Ass, assassin!?” He was stunned, then cried out in shock.
As a fellow First Order Professional, he had barely reacted.
Only then did the others blankly turn back, looking at Su Chen with blood dripping from his arm and the corpses on the ground, hearts jolted in horror.
Zhang Hengyu’s pupils contracted slightly; Zhang Yunqing’s peach-blossom eyes narrowed slightly.
Whoosh–
From behind the curtains not far away, a shadow suddenly darted out like a venomous snake—silent and stealthy, having lurked for a long time just for a fatal strike.
So fast that Su Chen could hardly react.
“Second Order Professional!” That was the only thought in his mind.
But faster than his thought was the figure of the assassin flying backward.
Boom!
The whole person was embedded in the wall, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.
Su Chen looked at the figure blocking in front of him—the bald head gleaming brightly.
I knew it… He pursed his lips inwardly but still excitedly shouted: “Teacher!”
“Heituo will always be watching you!” The figure embedded in the wall roared, pupils full of bloodshot veins, staring deadly at Su Chen. “You ruined Heituo’s plan. Heituo won’t let you go. Wait for death.”
He let out a mad laugh, blood overflowing from his pupils, body convulsing, gradually falling silent.
Bang!
The banquet hall door was suddenly opened, and fully armed Inspector Guards quickly entered to collect the corpses.
“This one is still alive.” An Inspector Guard reported—it was the guy previously struck in the head by the dagger hilt.
“Oh…” Yuan Chenyang glanced over. “Take him back for interrogation.”
Only at this point did the others suddenly wake up in shock.
“Chief Inspector Yuan, this is?” Zhang Yunqing came forward to ask, her gaze sweeping over Su Chen, expression displeased.
“Nothing, just an assassination.” Yuan Chenyang was expressionless.
Assassination… just?
Everyone looked at Su Chen with complex expressions. From the positions of the fallen corpses, they knew it had been extremely close.
But Su Chen had dealt with these two guys in the time it took them not even to turn their heads—a reaction speed and decisiveness that was shocking, and he even looked nonchalant about it.
Are refugees all this fierce?
