Chapter 499: Chapter 499 A Glimmer of Killing Intent
Under the warning of Seventh Girl, Xu Xiangbei realized that the space around him was as silent as if surrounded by a vacuum. He understood that he was enveloped by a killing intent, which was so tangible that it blocked out all the noise and music outside.
No wonder Seventh Girl’s flirtatious banter seemed a bit unnatural. It turned out it was a deliberate act for outsiders to see.
Xu Xiangbei clinked glasses with Seventh Girl again, both gazing affectionately at each other, and drank up their wine. Xu Xiangbei whispered, "Thank you, I don’t know who’s so interested in me."
Seventh Girl scoffed: "The guests at three tables have all brought weapons. They’ve surrounded you in a pincer formation, clearly targeting you."
Xu Xiangbei asked suspiciously, "How do you know?"
"Do you think I dance with them just to entertain them? Whatever they’re carrying, even if they had stents in their hearts, I can detect it with precision."
Using the reflection of his glass, Xu Xiangbei discreetly observed the people at the three tables behind him.
The lighting in the performance hall was dim, and his attention was drawn to Seventh Girl, so he hadn’t noticed them. The reason he overlooked them was that none of them appeared like assassins.
At the leftmost table sat two tall, thin men in stylish brand-name suits, looking like astute businessmen.
On the right was a young couple in love, nestled together, happiness evident, and their faces glowing with smiles of love, even less like assassins.
At the middle table behind Xu Xiangbei, there were two short old men with square heads and large faces, gray hair, and faces marked by the wrinkles of a long life of labor. They looked like elders out for entertainment.
Their expressions and actions were like ordinary people, but the details they exhibited betrayed them.
Practicing the "Primordial Ancient Scripture" gave Xu Xiangbei heightened senses. In the stimulating environment of the performance hall, the breathing of people at these three tables remained suspiciously steady and unexcited by the show or alcohol.
Xu Xiangbei cursed silently, admiring the acting skills of these people—they could definitely win an award if they were acting.
Just as Xu Xiangbei was about to get up, the two old men behind him suddenly stiffened, and in unison, pulled out sleek, black handguns with silencers, aiming the dark barrels at Xu Xiangbei’s back.
Xu Xiangbei darted aside, moving with the swiftness of a rabbit, faster than the eye could see, and leaped out of his seat.
Bang, bang, bang, the XO bottles and fruit platters on the table shattered into pieces.
The sound of shattering glass and the muted gunshots were drowned out by the loud, vigorous music, and no one noticed Xu Xiangbei was being pursued by gunfire.
The old assassin looked on in surprise at Xu Xiangbei’s speed. As they raised their guns to aim again, Xu Xiangbei’s lips curled into a cold smile, and a pair of Iron Galls flashed from his hands.
The two pistols were struck and sent flying. The two men clutched their injured wrists, diving under the table.
Under their table was an old, somewhat worn-out travel bag, and Xu Xiangbei knew it contained things meant to remain hidden.
He was just about to attack the two old assassins with his Iron Galls when he noticed from the corner of his eye that the assassins disguised as businessmen at the left table began to move.
They gripped sharp, gleaming daggers in their hands, and sprang up from their seats, displaying remarkable jumping ability, and effortlessly landed in front of Xu Xiangbei.
Two sharp daggers struck down toward Xu Xiangbei’s back.
A familiar female voice rang out: "So many people attacking one person, shameful."
Crash, Seventh Girl picked up a chair and smashed it hard onto one of the thin men’s shoulders. Despite the frail appearance of the thin man, who looked like he could be blown apart by a breeze, the chair in Seventh Girl’s hands shattered into pieces, but the thin man merely shook his neck, unharmed.
He rolled up his sleeves, revealing his forearms with bulging veins and a faint azure glow—they were actually ancient martial arts experts.
Upon discovering a fight and knives were drawn, guests and wait staff screamed and tried to escape.
Seventh Girl’s expression changed as she looked at the thin man, then flashed a charming smile: "Did it hurt? Want to sit down? I’ll give you a massage."
Whoosh, the thin man stabbed his dagger at Seventh Girl’s throat, its speed creating a flash of white.
Clang, the crisp sound of metal hitting metal rang out. Seventh Girl wasn’t easy to deal with; she wielded a cat-claw weapon, a small disc in the middle surrounded by five sharp retractable blades.
The clash between the cat claw and dagger created a crisp sound, with the five flexible blades locking onto the dagger like real cat claws, and the thin assassin was unable to withdraw it.
While the thin man struggled to regain his dagger, a hint of a smile appeared in Seventh Girl’s eyes. She pressed the cat claw down forcefully, lowered her head, executing a scorpion tail strike.
Her body was extraordinarily flexible, bending over as sharp high heels kicked from behind, hitting the thin man on his pointed head.
Seventh Girl’s high heels were sharp and thin like needles, as formidable as blades, and a fine stream of blood trickled from the thin man’s forehead.
As the thin man was stunned from the kick, Seventh Girl deftly twisted her wrist and snatched his dagger.
Then she leapt upward like a nimble antelope, driving her knee into the thin man’s chin, producing a clear crack of bone and sending him flying backward, collapsing on the ground without a move.
As Seventh Girl took down the thin assassin, Xu Xiangbei simultaneously struck down another thin assassin.
The other thin man wielded a sharp dagger that glimmered faintly under the neon lights, each blow targeting Xu Xiangbei’s vital points. Xu Xiangbei felt the man’s speed rivaled Xiao Ye Fengcilang.
Though the thin assassin’s speed was akin to Xiao Ye Fengcilang, his knife technique was less refined. He only knew how to attack fiercely without strategy, leaving many openings.
The situation was dire, with four assassins still glaring at him. Xu Xiangbei aimed to end things quickly.
Shimmering cold light flashed, an Iron Gall striking heavily onto the thin assassin’s arm, producing a clear sound of bone fracture.
The thin assassin twisted his face in pain, clutched his arm, retreated several steps, and dropped the dagger to the ground, losing his combat ability due to the broken wrist.
Though the two thin assassins were neutralized in a blink, the true crisis was just beginning.
