Chapter 100: Are the Good Days Over?

You hand a child over to a stranger? That hardly seems proper. Aren’t you afraid I might be a bad person?

The woman looked a little speechless.

“I believe you’re a good person. I don’t have time to explain right now. Can you wait until I come back?”

After saying that, Xia Yu crouched down and said to Liu Xiaomi, “Xiaomi, Uncle Godfather has something very urgent to deal with, so I can only let you stay here with this sister for now. Be good, and I’ll come back for you very soon, all right?”

“Remember what Uncle Godfather said. No matter what, do not leave here.”

“Mm... I understand, Uncle Godfather.” Seeing how serious he was, Liu Xiaomi did not dare ask more.

“Thank you. I’ll repay you generously.”

Xia Yu had no time to explain, because he did not know whether those men would force their way in.

Keeping Liu Xiaomi with him was too dangerous. He could not take that risk.

So, before the woman could answer, he hurried away.

“Hey, you...”

The woman had not expected Xia Yu to run off before even finishing his explanation. But looking at the well-behaved, lovable Liu Xiaomi, she could not bear to ignore her. In the end, she could only let the child sit beside her and ask what she wanted to eat.

Xia Yu circled outside, yet still found no trace that he was being followed. Still, that uneasy instinct in his heart only grew stronger.

There were only two possibilities: either he was overthinking it, or the other side was highly skilled at tracking. He believed more in the latter.

Better safe than sorry. He never considered himself invincible, and he had no wish to suffer a humiliating defeat at the last moment. After a moment’s hesitation, he still called Xiao Jun.

After hanging up, he drove toward the villa, pretending to be heading home.

Baiyun Mountain lay in the suburbs, and there was a stretch of asphalt road in the middle where vehicles were rarely seen. Once he entered that section, Xia Yu pulled the car over.

He glanced around carelessly, then kicked the car in irritation and cursed loudly, “Damn this piece of junk. Out of fuel at the worst possible time.”

The moment the words left his mouth, his brow twitched and he dropped swiftly to the ground.

Bang!

Almost at the same instant, a gunshot tore through the night, and a bullet struck the sports car.

He slid rapidly beneath the car, sweat beading and running from every pore.

“Damn it. A sniper. And a very professional one at that. Good thing I was prepared, or I’d really have been done in from behind.”

Xia Yu cursed under his breath, not daring to expose himself. From the tracking to the shooting, and all without being discovered by him, it was enough to prove the other side was a professional killer. He could not afford to be careless.

Once he steadied himself, he shot out from the other side of the car.

Bang, bang...

Two more shots rang out in quick succession. Xia Yu threw himself into a patch of grass, then sprinted forward at extraordinary speed, taking an S-shaped route that effectively avoided the sniper’s aim.

“What a dangerous man. No wonder the Wolf King kept stressing that we must never underestimate him. He must have already noticed me, or else that first shot should have taken him out.”

In a corner nearby, a man watched the running figure through his scope, forcing himself to calm down and judge Xia Yu’s route so he could finish him with one shot.

Bang...

Just as he had figured out the pattern of Xia Yu’s movement and was about to fire, a gunshot suddenly sounded behind him. Pain flared in his arm, and the sniper rifle fell to the ground.

Realizing something was wrong, he reached for another pistol, only to have his left arm struck by another bullet.

“Mmph...”

Even after brutal training, the man still let out a pained groan. Both hands had lost all strength.

With great difficulty, he turned around, only to see a black-clad man standing quietly behind him. The man had a handsome face, tousled black hair, sharp eyes, and a cold expression fixed upon him.

“Who are you?”

The man gritted out the question. Though his attention had been on Xia Yu the entire time, he remained highly vigilant. Forget a hundred meters—if anyone came within thirty meters of him, he would have sensed it.

And yet this man had appeared behind him without a sound. His reconnaissance ability was terrifyingly strong.

Xiao Jun did not answer. Only fury and a thick murderous intent filled his gaze. By the time he arrived, Xia Yu had deliberately gotten out of the car to draw the target out, and he had followed the gunfire all the way here.

At that moment, Xia Yu also arrived. Seeing the man under Xiao Jun’s control, he could not help but smile.

“Talk. Who sent you?”

The man sneered. “Heh. You won’t get anything from me.”

“Again with that line. Plenty of people have said the same to me before, and do you know how miserably they ended up?”

“Heh heh... Xia Yu, consider yourself lucky to have survived this time, but you will die. No one targeted by us ever lives.”

As he spoke, a mouthful of thick black blood spilled from the corner of his lips. Xia Yu’s expression changed, and he rushed forward to force the man’s mouth open, but it was too late. The man had already stopped breathing.

“It was poison.”

Xia Yu frowned deeply and lit a cigarette. He had thought the killer might have been sent by one of his enemies in Deep City—perhaps the Liang family, or even the Lin family.

But now he was beginning to suspect otherwise. Those families could not have hired such a ruthless assassin.

From what he knew, there were certain organizations that specially used poisoned teeth. They were death warriors. Such killers were monstrously twisted, and unquestionably belonged to the top tier internationally.

A faint voice came through the device in the man’s ear.

“Hey, Black Panther, do you copy?”

Xia Yu came back to himself, quickly removed the earpiece, and after a few seconds of silence was just about to respond when the other side spoke again.

“Looks like Black Panther has been sacrificed. Xia Yu, as expected of the King of the North. Your reputation is well deserved.”

“Who are you?” Xia Yu was shocked. The other side knew his true identity. “Why are you trying to kill me?!”

“Heh heh. Until we meet again. Let’s hope you’re this lucky next time.”

The other side hung up, leaving only static in the earpiece.

Who exactly are they?

Xia Yu clenched his fists.

They had deployed death warriors and even knew his nickname. The title of King of the North was known to very few people in the country, which meant they knew him extremely well.

At that moment, Xiao Jun walked up, rummaged through the man’s pockets, and took out a black touchscreen phone, handing it to Xia Yu.

Xia Yu paused, then realized he had grown a little too agitated. He took the phone and checked it for clues.

But it required a password. He tried entering a random string of numbers, only to discover that the phone instantly went black.

Xia Yu pressed the power button, but there was no response at all.

“Damn it!”

He angrily threw it away and lit another cigarette, becoming even more certain of his suspicions. This death warrior must have come from some powerful organization. The moment the wrong password was entered once, the phone was immediately infected with countless trojan viruses, destroying every function of its data.

An organization with such extreme secrecy was by no means ordinary. Given the strength of the great families in Deep City, they were not capable of this level of power.

“Zero, looks like your good days are coming to an end.”

Xiao Jun could not help but chuckle, sounding somewhat gleeful.

Xia Yu shot him a glare, then irritably stubbed out his cigarette. He suddenly remembered that Liu Xiaomi was still at the restaurant.

“Find out everything you can. I’m going to pick Xiaomi up.”

Xiao Jun nodded. Watching Xia Yu leave, he actually felt a little excited.

Though it had only been a brief fight, it reminded him of the days when the two of them had fought side by side in the northern frontier. It had been far too long. He missed it deeply.