Not far from the vi, a group of people was hiding quietly in the woods. These individuals were lean and fit, their cold eyes exuding a chilling murderous intent.


    "Why hasn''t shee out yet?" Dennis, sitting in a ck business car, frowned impatiently and nced at his burly assistant beside him.


    The assistant took a look in the direction of the vi and gave a wry smile. "Mr.Dennis, should we wait a little longer?"


    "Wait? Wait for what?" Dennis''s eyes shed with anger upon hearing this. "I''m warning you, this is my only chance to make aeback. It took a lot of effort to find him. If anything goes wrong, I''ll kill you!"


    The person inside the vi was the "Public Enemy Number One" that all yers in the game were searching for. Dennis hadn''t even told the old man at home about this operation.He had hired a group of assassins and rushed over.


    "We can''t wait any longer. I feel like something must have happened. Otherwise, why is it taking so long?" Dennis nced at the tall, thin man leading the group of assassins.


    "Didn''t you say it was foolproof? That slut isn''t ying pretend, is she?" Dennis said discontentedly.


    The tall, thin man''s face was grim, covered in scars of various sizes. The most striking was a scar running from his forehead down to his chin, making him look particrly fierce.


    "She is the top assassin in our team, codename Foxy, ranked in the top hundred of international assassins. Even I can''tmand her directly."the scar-faced man said, his grim eyes fixed on Dennis.


    "She has never failed, and no man has ever won her favor!"


    Being in the top hundred of the global assassin rankings meant being an extremely formidable presence.


    Dennis, sitting in the car, felt a slight tremor in his heart under the scar-faced man''s sharp gaze, and the anger on his face subsided.


    However, after another five or six minutes, there was still no movement from the vi.


    Dennis, now as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, said, "Alright, whether she''s seeded or not, it''s time for us to go in. Once we get inside, if youcan kill the person inside, the reward we discussed earlier will be doubled!"


    To obtain the Blue''s will reward, he could no longer care about anything else.


    As for the assassins he hired this time, Dennis had his assistant investigate them thoroughly in advance. These people hadn''t qualified for the Other World Game, meaning that once they killed the "Public Enemy Number One" yer inside the vi, he would be the biggest beneficiary.


    The Blue''s will rewards only targeted yers who qualified for the game.


    Permanent attribute boosts and god-level equipment were irreceable, no matter how much money one had!


    The tall, thin man leading the group of assassins furrowed his brows, also feeling puzzled. In all previous operations, as long as "Foxy" was willing to take action, no matter how many bodyguards the target had, she couldplete the task.


    But this time...


    "Everyone, move out immediately!" the tall, thin man ordered. As soon as he spoke, over thirty lean and fit assassins swiftly approached the vi, with Dennis and his assistant closely following behind.


    Dennis was also curious and wanted to see what the most unlucky person in the game, hunted by countless yers, looked like.


    Soon.


    Over thirty assassins silently arrived outside the vi. One of them skillfully used tools to open the vi''s front door.


    Immediately after, the tall, thin man made a tactical gesture behind him, and the thirty assassins quickly spread out around the vi, surrounding itpletely.


    "Could it be that she actually failed this time?" The tall, thin man''s cold eyes looked toward the vi, his brow furrowing tighter. Holding a loaded submachine gun, he slowly walked toward the living room.


    The next moment.


    When he saw the situation in the living room, his pupils dted, and his heart churned like a stormy sea: "This… this is impossible!"


    Inside the living room.


    The female assassin codenamed "Foxy" was pinned under Irving, only her long legs visible. Their actions looked like those of an intimate couple on vacation in the vi.


    "Impossible, this is absolutely impossible!" the tall assassin murmured, unable to believe what he was seeing.


    The female assassin was given the codename "Foxy" because of her alluring and seductive figure. Countless men had fallen for her beauty, paying the ultimate price with their lives.


    Among her targets were wealthy and influential individuals, including scions of powerful families, none of whom ever made her heart flutter.


    In the assassin organization, she had numerous suitors, all of whom were rejected without exception. She was like a rose with thorns, impossible for anyone to approach.


    Yet at this moment, this cold-blooded and ruthless female assassin was entwined with her assassination target, which was why the tall, thin assassin was so shocked upon seeing this scene.


    Little did he know, the female assassin codenamed "Foxy" had been taken hostage.


    That''s right!


    A female assassin ranked in the top hundred of international assassins had been kidnapped by her target. If this news got out, it would surely cause a sensation.


    In the living room, Irving looked at the female assassin pinned beneath him, a smile on his face. "Do you hear that? They''vee to rescue you."


    The female assassin''s cold eyes were filled with helplessness, her fair neck pressed tightly against a dagger.


    As a top-ranked international assassin, she felt greatly humiliated.


    Looking into this young man''s deep eyes, she had a strong intuition that he was far more powerful than the intelligence had indicated.


    "Stay here and don''t move, or…" A cold gleam shed in Irving''s eyes. "I didn''t mind killing you right away!"


    At this moment, the more than thirty assassins outside the vi were gradually approaching. They too saw the scene in the living room, and after suppressing their shock, their guns were aimed at Irving.


    What the assassins didn''t know was that from the moment they stepped through the vi''s gate, Irving had already sensed their presence.


    This awareness came from the Taikoo me gemhe had obtained in a secret realm.


    "I didn''t expect that gemto enhance my physical attributes so much." Irving muttered to himself, a smile spreading across his face.


    This scene fell into the eyes of the female assassin, stirring up waves of emotion within her.


    Through the gaps in the sofa, she could already see herpanions outside, guns drawn and approaching. Facing an attack from over thirty professional assassins, even she would not be able to escape unscathed.


    She couldn''t understand why the young man in front of her was still smiling...


    What intrigued her most was the golden light that had just covered Irving''s body. It seemed like a barrier, shielding him from the dagger''s deadly strike.


    The golden glow was from a newly acquired passive skill, [Blessed by Light].


    When he engaged inbat, this passive skill would automatically activate, providing a protective shield to fend off external attacks.


    As for how Irving knew that the drink had been poisoned, and could even pinpoint when the poison was added, it was due to another skill provided by the Taikoo me gem, [Soul Link].


    "If it weren''t for these two skills, I might have already fallen into their trap." Irving thought to himself, "I just don''t know if that protective shield can block bullets as well..."


    At that moment, he could clearly feel the assassins behind him getting closer and closer.


    The next instant.


    "Kill him!" A furious shout echoed, and the tall, thin assassin who had unknowingly reached the living room yelled out. He was the first to pull the trigger, his cold eyes shing with anger.


    He had once pursued the female assassin codenamed "Foxy."but was ruthlessly rejected. Seeing the woman he could never have entangled with Irving made him lose control of his rage.


    The muzzle of his submachine gun spewed fire wildly, the sound of gunfire like fireworks echoing in the living room.


    Irving hurriedly scrambled off the sofa, stumbling as he dove behind a heavy wooden cab. But no matter how quick he was, he couldn''t be faster than a bullet.


    "Damn it! I''m going to kill you today!" The tall, thin assassin saw Irving''s body momentarily freeze in midair, indicating he had been hit. A grim smile appeared on his face.


    He gestured to the thirty-plus assassins gathered around, and they quickly moved to surround the heavy wooden cab.


    At this moment, Dennis and his assistant, who had been trailing behind, also entered the room.


    Seeing the bullet-riddled living room and then ncing at the female assassin curled up on the sofa, Dennis said mockingly, "Didn''t you say she was an international assassin who has never failed? Looks like even assassins have their moments of passion, ying poker with their target in the living room?"


    As he spoke, the tall, thin assassin''s previously relieved expression turned sour again. But thinking about the hefty reward he was about to receive, he temporarily suppressed his anger.


    "The bastard was hit just now.He''s hiding behind that wooden cab. Even if he''s not dead, he''s seriously injured."the tall assassin confidently stated.


    But what happened next was beyond his expectations...