"Screech!" The three black sedans scraped against the asphalt, carving perfect arcs on the road. One moment they were executing a stable drift for a side-slip, the next a rapid turn, all maintained with steady control, until they hit a straight stretch—no curves, no pull-offs, as this was essentially a stretch of highway.

"Hee-hee-hee-heh!" A truly repulsive cackle erupted from Man G’s mouth. He drove one-handed, gripping the silver Desert Eagle in the other. "Bang!" A bullet sliced an immaculate arc, seemingly aimed to pierce Yang Yi’s vehicle. It missed, however, because Feng Shi was at the wheel; had it been anyone else, a hit might have landed.

After all, Feng Shi’s driving skill was legendary. With one hand on the wheel and her foot heavy on the accelerator, a cold smirk played on her lips. She flicked the gearshift, and the entire vehicle slid half a meter to the right instantly. Yang Yi, conversely, looked utterly unconcerned, perhaps even a bit languid now.

"If they want to play, let them play. Just don't scratch my car. Grandpa gave this to me, and I haven't even driven it properly yet!"

"Yes!" A flicker of a smile crossed Feng Shi’s usually icy features before she pulled the gear lever down, causing the car to begin swaying sharply from side to side.

"Bang—Bang!" The Man G behind them couldn't help but feel a surge of annoyance. His bullets were almost depleted, yet he couldn't even scratch their car.

"G, has your technique fallen off? Can’t hit a target at this range?"

The woman's voice through the headset only compounded Man G’s sense of humiliation. He didn't respond directly, though, opting instead for a sinister chuckle. "If there’s no challenge involved, is he really worth ten million?"

"Heh heh, G, if you’re struggling, let me take over," the woman purred, reaching for a black pistol fitted with a silencer. "Zip—Zip!"

"Screech!" Yang Yi’s car continued its violent rocking motion, but its speed seemed to increase, undulating rapidly up and down as it moved side to side.

"What in the world?" Man G and the woman exclaimed simultaneously. In all their years navigating the world of assassins, they had never witnessed driving—or rather, stunt driving—of this caliber. Not only had the driver evaded every bullet, but the car itself moved like a panther sprinting through pitch darkness, weaving laterally while also jumping vertically?

"I think we’ve played enough. Time to have a little talk with them," Yang Yi said, a strange, sharp curve lifting the corner of his mouth. He sat up straight and addressed Feng Shi.

Though Yang Yi’s outward demeanor hadn't changed much, inwardly he felt a cold sweat prickling. Feng Shi was treating his expensive vehicle like scrap metal. While he had to admit the car’s suspension was phenomenal, the constant side-to-side and up-and-down maneuvers were certainly jarring, especially since he wasn't wearing a seatbelt.

"Understood..." Feng Shi smiled brilliantly, then slammed the accelerator down again. "Whoosh!" The car shot forward faster than before, surging ahead.

"Hmm, getting more interesting," the Man G and the woman muttered in unison behind them before quickly redoubling their speed.

These two were professional killers, veterans of the assassin world, known collectively as the 'Twin Swallows'—a rather peculiar moniker, but... their skill was undeniable. In all their assignments, they had never failed, solidifying their reputation as premier assassins within their guild.

After a round of mutual aggressive driving—'you push, I push,' 'you push the ox, I flip the cart'—the three black sedans had plunged into a narrow mountain road. In the span of a heartbeat, the two assassins looked momentarily stunned, and their cars began to slow down gradually.

"G, be careful. I think we underestimated them." The woman glanced at the vehicle that had sharply turned around, its headlights now fully illuminating them, and saw a man and a woman standing beside it.

"Yeah, you watch out too!" Man G also sensed that something was deeply wrong.

Yang Yi spared a glance for the two persistent mice who had trailed him so closely and chuckled softly. "Heh heh, ladies and gentlemen, isn't it time we ended this game of cat and mouse?"

Hearing Yang Yi, Man G and the woman exchanged a look, their hands instinctively gripping the daggers at their waists as they stepped out of their cars. Man G spoke, his voice guttural. "Since you're in such a hurry to finish, then prepare to die!"

His tone was dark, but it only elicited a laugh from Yang Yi. Watching the pair advance toward him, Yang Yi merely shook his head slightly. The moment they exited their vehicles, he had already pegged them as assassins. But why target him? That remained the intriguing question.

"Hmph!" Feng Shi snorted, launching forward in a fluid motion toward the two figures.

Yang Yi was not far behind. Pushing off with one foot, he shot forward at an angle. Though he knew Feng Shi could handle these two effortlessly, he had to intervene to avoid wasting time. "Whoosh!" A dagger, shimmering with cold, sharp light, suddenly lunged toward Yang Yi, but he treated the assassin thrusting it as if playing with a mere mouse!

"Thump!" Yang Yi deflected Man G's attack, a slight grin spreading across his face. Ever since breaking through to the eighth level of the Yi Jin Jing, he hadn't found a truly worthy opponent like Zheng Shen. This assassin’s skill was decent, admittedly, but he had run into Yang Yi right after his breakthrough.

Seeing the playful smirk on Yang Yi’s lips, Man G felt a burning rage. Now he finally understood why this target was worth ten million, but simultaneously, he realized he was outmatched. His focus immediately shifted to finding an opening to escape. Yang Yi, however, was well aware of the assassin's intent. Most killers, when defeated, invariably try to flee—perhaps they could succeed against others, but against Yang Yi, luck was not on his side.

"Crack!" Yang Yi snatched the assassin's shoulder with one hand, yanked him hard, and then delivered a perfectly precise tap; the bone snapped. The dagger fell. Man G didn't yield, swiftly kicking out and using the momentum to try and create distance.

On the other side, Feng Shi showed no desire to play. Every move she made seemed dedicated to speed, viciousness, and precision. Her eyes held a chilling, eerie gleam. The female assassin realized her opponent was a master and desperately sought a chance to break free. Yet, every attack and every defense was flawlessly countered, tightly controlled by Feng Shi, who didn't even grant her a chance to catch her breath. "Thud!"

"Ah!" The woman shrieked, then froze, clutching her side. Enduring the searing pain of a broken rib, she stared fixedly at Feng Shi, at the hand gripping her, and at the dagger pressed against her throat. She knew the slightest movement meant saying 'goodbye' to this world...

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