The morning sun rises slowly, waking up the early morning in this port city.

At this time in the past, the harbor was always full of people. Fishing boats that go out to fish all night choose to return to the port at this time, and the buyers in the market will also come to the port at this time to buy large quantities of ingredients for today's sale. Some hard-working housewives will choose to wake up early to pick the fresh fish and shrimp here, and in return, the fishermen will give them a much lower price.

But on this day, the sun had risen, but the harbor was silent. The fishermen, accustomed to strong winds and waves, anchored their boats far away, looked to the shore with frightened eyes, and their intuition told them that a storm of unprecedented magnitude was brewing there. And the people on the shore also chose to stay closed, as if there was a deadly plague on the shore.

There is silence, but there is no one. It's just because the people here have long been accustomed to keeping their mouths shut and talking with actions. They confronted each other, they wrestled, but they tacitly kept their voices within the range of not disturbing others, as if following ancient etiquette.

"Smack."

A soft sound shattered the silence of the place slightly, followed by the sound of scattered footsteps. A black shadow moved along the corridor at a speed that ordinary people could not reach, and in its trajectory was a young man standing still. The shadow met with him, and each time it made contact, there was a small sound of fists and kicks clashing, but it sounded like a point.

Only this time when they separated, a few bits of blood splattered out.

Qiu Banxia shook his hand and looked at his fingertips in disbelief. Blood was slowly sliding down there. She looked up ahead, only to see that the middle-aged man's face had an extra bloodstain. Although the wound was not deep, it was enough to see blood, and the red one was crawling on his face like a worm.

"Hit?" Autumn and midsummer gasped, still in a trance. Suddenly, her gaze shifted to the other person's waist, where a small box was vibrating, like a walkie-talkie that had suddenly been turned on.

She smiled bitterly in her heart. It turned out that the other party was distracted because of this.

"Don't think too much, being able to seize the opportunity to hurt me in a moment, you are enough to be proud of your peers."

The middle-aged man seemed to see through her thoughts. It's just that he didn't say anything more, but silently turned on the walkie-talkie. Suddenly, a little girl's brisk voice came from the other end of the machine.

"My lord, the situation has changed." She only said one sentence, "The client is unlucky." ”

"Got it." The middle-aged man replied lightly. As he spoke, he raised his palm and shook it slightly, and the other killers around him who were still fighting stopped as if they had suddenly pressed the switch, and they all took a few steps back.

This is a signal for a truce. Although the Nangong family is not an army, it is also forbidden.

The little girl on the other end of the intercom only said "lack of luck", but that was enough to say it all. Qiu Banxia knew that in the killer world, the word had another interpretation, which meant that the client died first before the task was completed. In this way, the original commission will be invalid, and they don't need to gnaw on the hard bone of the host.

This is the result they were hoping for.

"It's just that they really did it."

Qiu Banxia was amazed on his lips, but there was no strange feeling of surprise in his heart. The mission was completed, the assassination was canceled - in the process of the battle, she vaguely foresaw the current result, and all of Nangong Tai's actions seemed to foreshadow such an ending. And at this time, looking back, it was Liang Jingmo and Xiang Nanxing who were entrusted to complete that task, if you want to say trust, there must be these two in the list of her most trusted people, and victory is a matter of course.

Only, can this really be considered a victory?

She looked around and saw that the comrades who had been involved in the battle had retreated from their small battlefields. Although they stopped, they still looked at the killers in front of them vigilantly, and they didn't dare to relax at all. They all had some minor injuries on their bodies, and the young killers across from them were mostly in similar condition, if not worse. Considering the difference in numbers between the two sides, the host with fewer personnel not only managed to withstand the opponent's attack, but also caused more damage in turn, which is indeed a victory.

It's just that Qiu Banxia thought that although the killers were superior in numbers, they gave up the secret ambush and confronted them head-on in an almost reckless way, hand-to-hand combat, which can be regarded as the length of attacking the enemy with their own shortness. In the end, although the killers suffered losses, on average, they could only be regarded as a draw.

The world is big, and the hosts' proud combat power is not unscrupulous.

It's just that the killer who has always focused on assassination actually took the initiative to show up and fight with the other party? Uncanny.

But they are not the only ones who act strangely.

Behind them, the two old hosts protected the princess and the maid from left to right, and they didn't make a move from beginning to end no matter how the battle situation changed. This is not an incomprehensible choice, after all, it is the most important thing for the host to protect the princess, once this "king" chess piece is captured, their "rooks" and "horses" are meaningless no matter how many duels they win. But as far as the results are concerned, they are tantamount to completely handing over the battle to the young hosts who are somewhat unreliable, while they themselves sit firmly on the Diaoyutai without even a word.

Is it to preserve strength, or have you seen through the current ending early on? Qiu Banxia asked himself if he couldn't see through their minds.

Among the rest, Qiu Banxia is the highest-ranked, and it can be said that he is the trump card among the young hosts. And she also carried the banner and took the initiative to confront the strongest on the other side. It's hard to say if this is due to a sense of responsibility or her willful personality, but now that the dust has settled, she is the only one who not only confronts the opponent's ace head-on, but also ends up unscathed. If I had to decide the winner, she seemed to be the only one here who could barely be called the winner.

At the same time that the killers left the scene in an orderly manner, the young host on the side couldn't help but look at this woman who fell from the sky with reverence while relaxing. In the queue of hosts who advocate strength, the thirteenth-ranked "black cat" Qiu Banxia is undoubtedly a strong one, but it is not yet a monster-level strong like "single digit". But after this battle, having witnessed her almost unilaterally suppressing Nangong Tai's heroic posture, the few people present had silently classified her into this category in their own minds.

But the truth is known only to herself and the discerning people.

"How does it feel to come face-to-face with the 'King of Killers'?"

When she walked past "Cangjie", the latter smiled and asked.

And Qiu Banxia walked briskly without raising his head, leaving only a sentence.

"Seven times."

She knew very well that this was the number of times Nangong Tai had the opportunity to kill her.

"It's too weak." She bit her lip hard.

"You should have killed him." Liang Jingmo said.

He waited until Nangong Yundie left completely before saying this. At this time, only him and Xiang Nanxing were left in the room, as well as the stiff "corpse" on the ground.

At this time, the body that was originally judged to be a corpse by Nangong Yundie was slowly recovering its heartbeat and pulse. As soon as Liang Jingmo's words fell, he coughed lightly very cooperatively, and a look of pain flashed on his face with his eyes closed for a moment.

But compared to death, the pain at this time is undoubtedly a manifestation of happiness. Although the person has not yet regained consciousness and may not wake up for a short time, this cough at least means that his respiratory system is back in operation.

Even if the brief lack of oxygen just now may cause irreparable damage to the brain, at least he is alive.

"You're really amazing, you can think of any trick in order to do 'good deeds'." Liang Jingmo said sarcastically.

He carefully picked up two thin short needles with his fingers, shook them demonstratively in front of Xiang Nanxing, and then suddenly threw them aside. The grace and calmness he had worked so hard to maintain seemed to be thrown aside by him with this throw, and Liang Jingmo suddenly burst out, grabbed Xiang Nanxing's collar with both hands, and slammed him against the wall.

"Why don't you shoot!" He shouted, "The facts of the evil are there, the victim is in front of you, plus the situation just now is completely your life and death, there is no doubt about legitimate defense, why do you still refuse to shoot!" ”

His anger was undisguised, and it was the first time Xiang Nanxing had seen Liang Jingmo with this appearance. For a while, the words that the other party had said came back to his mind, and he recalled how many times Liang Jingmo had scolded him like this.

If you can't cross that line, maybe it's him who is wrong.

It's just that Xiang Nanxing turned his head to look at the little beggar who was still sitting on the edge of the desk, looked at the body that began to twitch slightly on the ground, and finally straightened his waist again and looked into the eyes of his best friend in front of him.

"I'm not qualified to do that." He said quietly.

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