The Young Master Storms the City
Chapter 335 Scorpion King_1

Chapter 335: Chapter 335 Scorpion King_1

"Ning Fan, Ning Fan, you were too high-profile at the International Biological Conference!"

"Do you realize the consequences of being high-profile now? How long has it been? Assassins from the dark web have already come after you, don’t you think it’s time you dialed it back a bit?"

"If you really get killed by those assassins, what will Qing Cheng do? Have you forgotten the promise you made to Qing Cheng?"

"Who else can I find to be my fake boyfriend, to act as a shield for me?"

Right then, Su Qingcheng rushed out and began to furiously lecture Ning Fan.

Ning Fan didn’t pay much attention to Su Qingcheng’s endless nagging, but as she rambled on, she suddenly paused, her beautiful brows furrowed, and a strange thought popped into her head:

Weird, why do I care so much about whether this guy lives or dies?

Could it be... I’m worried about him?!

...

Following two consecutive assassination attempts that had failed, the bounty for assassinating Ning Fan on the dark web soared at an alarming rate.

To capture Ning Fan alive, the reward had gone from one billion all the way up to fifty billion.

Even the reward for killing Ning Fan had increased to twenty to thirty billion!

Many formidable assassins who initially scoffed at the bounty became tempted upon seeing the high rewards and accepted the bounty, rushing towards Shen City at top speed.

In a luxurious hotel, several men in black gathered in a room, in front of them laid a huge map of Shen City.

"According to our latest investigation, the target’s main course of action is..."

"Good, then we just need to set up an ambush here..."

"To be on the safe side, it’s best if we also prepare over here..."

...

In a bar, a burly man was drinking heavily.

After setting down his glass, he looked at a photo of Ning Fan on his phone and sneered, "What’s the fun in catching someone dead? Watch how I bring this guy back alive!"

...

On a rooftop, a man was assembling a sniper rifle.

He was a notorius assassin known for never leaving anyone alive; all his targets would end up dead!

...

In a basement, a team of dozens of people was gathered.

"This is our one hundredth target, complete this job, and we can retire with the money!"

All over Shen City, countless assassins had converged, hidden in various locations.

And they had only one target: to capture, or to kill Ning Fan!

...

At Shen City’s airport, a plane roared as it landed.

Tourists streamed out of the airport, amongst them a particularly eye-catching tall, bald man.

On the back of his head was a tattoo of a scorpion so lifelike that it seemed as though it could come to life at any moment.

Passersby inexplicably felt fear towards the bald man and instinctively kept their distance.

The bald man seemed indifferent, instead revealing a fierce smile as he strode out of the airport.

No sooner had he walked out the entrance when a few people approached him, scrutinizing him closely.

"Excuse me... are you the Scorpion King?" one of them asked tentatively.

The bald man took off his sunglasses, glanced at them, and raised an eyebrow, "You know me?"

"It is you!" The man became visibly excited, "I’m a fan of yours! You’re a legendary figure in the world of assassins!"

Upon hearing the bald man acknowledge his identity, the others also showed expressions of admiration.

"The moment you started, you assassinated the Family Head of the Rothschild Family and became famous in one battle!"

"Later, you even assassinated a non-national head of state amidst the watch of tens of thousands of troops!"

"To this date, out of the myriad of assassinations you have carried out, you’ve never once failed!"

"You’re our idol!"

The Scorpion King, upon hearing this, flashed a warm smile, "Hahaha, I didn’t expect to meet my fans here, this is..."

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly raised his hand, and a few hair-thin silver needles silently pierced into the temples of the men.

The toxin spread instantly, cutting off their lifelines.

"Such an honor, indeed!"

The smile on the Scorpion King’s face turned icy as he quickly walked away.

Only after he had vanished outside the airport did the bodies of his fellow travelers, already stiff, slowly fall to the ground, causing a commotion among the crowd.

The Scorpion King got into a car, a cold light passing through his eyes.

"Don’t blame me, the bounty for this target is too high. Leaving you alive would only lower my chances of success."

...

Meanwhile, Shen Qifa came to an island near Shen City.

The island was small and undeveloped, so it was covered with wild grass and trees, desolate and untraveled.

He followed a small path and soon arrived at the other side of the island.

This area was a cliff edge, where an elderly man sat with a fishing rod in hand.

"Up!"

The old man yanked the rod, but it turned out that there wasn’t even a hook on the fishing line.

When the fish swallowed the bait on the line, the old man summoned a burst of mana, creating an ethereal mana hook at the end of the line and abruptly hoisting the fish into the air.

This technique of ethereal fishing left Shen Qifa utterly astonished.

"Shen Family’s Shen Qifa pays respects to senior Pei Wanjian!"

Shen Qifa spoke with great respect.

The old man, Pei Wanjian, was known as the Guardian of Shen City.

Sixty years ago, he had killed a Grandmaster, and his current level of strength was unfathomable.

In these sixty years, several masters had also challenged him.

Iron Fist Dong Shi, Thousand Palms He Fenglai, Thirty-eight Leg Kicks Zuo Ming...

All these individuals were famous martial artists of Shen City, renowned and formidable.

Yet without exception, after challenging Pei Wanjian, they either died or were defeated into hiding, never to show themselves again.

Pei Wanjian released the fish back into the sea, and spoke indifferently, "It’s been sixty years already... For the sake of the old relationship with Old Shen, I can do this favor for the Shen Family."

"Help the younger generation to kill the great enemy of the Shen Family, and restore peace to my Shen Family!"

Pei Wanjian stood up, his hands behind his back, his tone full of reminiscence, "I never thought sixty years would pass... In memory of the old days with Old Shen, I can help the Shen Family with this matter."