Snap!
Just as Zhou Kuishui and his group were about to enter the alley.
At that moment, a figure suddenly blocked Ye Ming's path.
The person wore a grey suit, meticulously styled, and raised a hand to shout at the boss,
"Boss! One order of the most luxurious fried noodles!"
"Coming right up!"
After ordering, the man in the grey suit smiled and looked at Ye Ming,
"Brother, do you mind sharing a table? I like a lively atmosphere."
Before Ye Ming could agree.
He plopped down opposite Ye Ming, completely blocking all views, so Ye Ming couldn't see where Zhou Kuishui and his group had gone.
"..."
Ye Ming expressionlessly scrutinized the man in the suit.
A suit, a meticulously styled haircut, and fair skin like a pretty boy.
Such a person appearing at a street food stall seemed very out of place.
Could the person opposite him be the hidden professional killer?
A hint of suspicion arose in Ye Ming's heart.
However, now was not the time to consider that.
His vision was obstructed.
Ye Ming could only calculate the time it would take for Zhou Kuishui and his group to enter the alley based on his previous observations.
One second, two seconds, three seconds... As he counted the seconds in his mind.
Ye Ming took a few more bites of fried rice, then frowned suddenly!
He abruptly stood up and left!
The man in the grey suit glanced at Ye Ming's unfinished fried rice, pouted, and shook his head,
"What an impatient fellow."
At this moment, the boss walked over, carrying a plate of luxurious fried rice.
Seeing Ye Ming's seat empty, he frowned and asked:
"Hey, hey, hey?"
"Where's the handsome guy who was sitting here? Where did he go?!"
The man in the grey suit shook his head, "How should I know? He's your relative."
"Bullshit! That brat didn't pay!"
After cursing under his breath, the boss didn't pursue it further.
He didn't expect.
A minute later.
Ye Ming returned.
He took out a handful of coins and handed them to the boss,
"Boss, check, please!"
"Damn, paying with coins? You can just scan with your phone. I thought you ran off without paying earlier!"
"One plate of fried rice isn't enough to make me run."
Ye Ming picked up his phone to check, then shook his head,
"No, my phone has no money. Coins it is, exactly five yuan."
"Don't refuse them, or I'll sue you for breaking the law!!"
The boss reluctantly accepted, "Alright, alright, I give up. Go on, go on."
"By the way, boss, is there a restroom here?"
Ye Ming asked casually and naturally, "I walked around earlier and couldn't find one."
The boss waved his hand impatiently, "I don't know either, navigate it yourself with your phone."
"Alright then."
Ye Ming turned and left the stall.
He checked the time on his phone; it was almost time, Zhou Kuishui's transaction was about to end.
Without any extra movements, Ye Ming turned and entered another alley.
Before undertaking the mission.
Ye Ming had specifically observed the terrain.
The alley Zhou Kuishui entered was a dead end.
His current alley happened to have a secret passage that connected to it!
Ye Ming was now going to execute this assassination mission.
As for the professional killer responsible for grading him.
He probably knew who he was... In the alley.
Zhou Kuishui took out three stalks of agitation grass from his pocket.
"Three stalks of agitation grass are originally eleven thousand, but you're an old customer, so I'll give you a discount."
"Ten thousand yuan," Zhou Kuishui patted the young man's shoulder and said softly.
"Ten thousand yuan?"
"Good, good, good, good, I'll pay now!"
Ten thousand yuan was more than half a year's living expenses for the skinny young man.
But he paid very readily.
Money for goods, goods for money.
The skinny young man, having received the goods, clutched the agitation grass like a treasure, hastily tucking it into his embrace, nodding and retreating with a fawning smile,
"Thank you, Boss Zhou, thank you, Boss Zhou, I'll buy from you again next time!"
"Mm-hmm, go on."
Zhou Kuishui waved his hand with a faint smile, waiting until the other party's figure completely disappeared.
Only then did he sneer, mocking under his breath:
"Heh heh, what an idiot."
"Something worth a few hundred, I sell it to him for tens of thousands, and he still thanks me, heh heh, I really am a good person!"
Saying that.
Zhou Kuishui lit a cigarette for himself and was about to leave the alley.
But just then.
He felt everything around him darken.
The streetlights standing in the distance disappeared.
The walls on both sides and the bluestone bricks on the ground also vanished.
"This is..."
Zhou Kuishui immediately reacted, saying without turning his head,
"Brother, don't make a move, let's talk it over."
"Do you want money or a way out? Just say something."
Ye Ming sneered, "I want your life!"
Pfft!
A cold light flashed.
Zhou Kuishui immediately unleashed all his power; his body instantly swelled, and his skin cracked open.
Within these cracks, hot lava seemed to flow.
His contracted spirit was an A-rank Fission Saintess.
She possessed the enhancement-type Spirit Skill - Physical Body Fission.
It could greatly enlarge the body, granting super defensive power and explosive strength.
Boom!
After dodging the strike, Zhou Kuishui punched backward!
The intense punch wind was like roaring flames, briefly illuminating the dark Domain.
However.
His punch hit nothing but air.
Pfft!
Another cold light flashed.
This time, Zhou Kuishui did not dodge Ye Ming's attack.
A crack appeared on his neck, and a large amount of fresh blood flowed out.
Zhou Kuishui's eyes widened in fury, the muscles on his face trembling wildly from anger, but the scene before his eyes gradually blurred.
Finally, with a thud, his head separated from his body, and he fell into the darkness.
Zhou Kuishui, dead!
His corpse was also swallowed by the darkness.
Not even ashes remained.
"Mission accomplished!"
Ye Ming disappeared.
The dark Domain receded.
The streetlights were still dim, and the alley was still deep.
It seemed as if nothing had happened here; even the cigarette Zhou Kuishui had lit was carefully taken away by Ye Ming... On a secluded rooftop.
A dark figure was holding a notebook, writing frantically.
As he wrote, he narrated in a voice only he could hear,
"Too much commotion when tracking the target, minus five points."
"Exposing oneself to the target's line of sight, minus five points."
"Excessive talking with irrelevant people during the mission, minus five points."
"Poor handling of unexpected situations, minus five points."
"Letting the buyer go, minus ten points."
"Didn't finish the fried rice, wasted food, minus five… Never mind, I won't deduct that, it's not related to the assessment after all."
The dark figure added up all the deducted points to get the final score,
"One hundred minus thirty, seventy points, good!"
"Heh heh, this kid isn't as amazing as Captain Sun said, is he?"
"What 'one-in-a-million assassination Genius,' isn't that just bragging? Honestly."
After finishing everything, the dark figure packed his things and was about to get up and leave.
But just then.
A long scythe was placed against his neck.
The dark figure's movements ceased abruptly.
"Sorry, teacher."
"It seems I, the cat, won this game of cat and mouse."
Ye Ming's voice sounded.
The dark figure instinctively tried to turn his head.
"Don't rush. Before you turn around, let me guess who you are."
Ye Ming pretended to ponder, then stated with certainty,
"If I'm not mistaken, you're the stall owner!"
The dark figure's body trembled.
His expression became incredibly astonished.