Poverty makes me capable of anything.

Before bed, I do some gentle exercise, then lie down, exhausted from the day, and fall asleep the moment my head hits the pillow. I never carry worries into the next day because I resolve them the day before. Human anatomy experts say he's perfectly normal and could live another 80 years.

Yes.

The reason Wang Ye thought so much was simply because he wanted to express—

What storms have I, Wang Ye, weathered? But I've never seen anything like this before.

Would you drink poison like plain water to quench your thirst?

Would you use a poisoned needle to pick your teeth?

Would you be silly enough to lick a poisoned dagger with your tongue?

No one with a sound mind would do that, unless their strength is so great that they can ignore these things.

So, regardless of whether someone is mentally unstable.

Or perhaps they are so powerful that they can disregard these things.

Wang Ye knew that he couldn't afford to offend anyone at this point.

Even though Ella had let go of him, Wang Ye remained seated on the sofa, motionless.

An invisible pressure surged towards him from all directions.

The deep black tide crashed against my chest.

Wang Ye realized this.

He may not live another eighty years.

Most of the time he is able to resolve the problems that have been bothering him all day before going to bed, but today's situation is probably one of those minor ones.

And once they fall asleep, they may never wake up again.

"Want one?"

An Ran reached out her hand, but quickly shook her head and ate the piece of watermelon.

"Fine, I won't force you. Take your time to think it over. You'll figure it out eventually."

After finishing the watermelon, Anran stuck two needles into the table.

She smiled at Wang Ye: "Can I borrow something from you?"

A severed head?

"no, do not want!"

Wang Ye leaned back in fear, the back of the sofa blocking his escape.

The shadow is the shadow of death!

How could he possibly die such a miserable death here!

Having once possessed everything, Wang Ye was even less willing to lose it all.

If he dies here, everything he owns will fall to his son—no, even his son won't inherit it; it will surely be taken away by those gleaming-eyed "relatives."

"Uuuuuuu..."

The old man hanging behind him was desperately shaking his body.

If Wang Ye is gone, he'll definitely be the next target.

Why are you so agitated?

An Ran glanced at Wang Ye strangely. She now held a small communicator in her hand, which she had just taken from him. This device could set up a local area network on its own, thus enabling it to contact the outside world.

Is this what she wants?

Wang Ye was slightly taken aback.

"I see you've been calling for ages and no one's come over. Let me help you."

The etheric field covered the communicator, and several messages were sent out quickly.

"Someone has launched a sneak attack! I've been in a standoff with the attackers for a long time! Come quickly!"

Do not make too much noise and alert the enemy!

Location: XXX

When their older brother gets beaten up, why don't the younger brothers rush to his rescue?

"Let's just watch the show."

An Ran pulled out several screens in the secret room, intending to watch the show with Wang Ye.

……

Somewhere in the underground city, a high-ranking guard who had received a secret order from "Wang Ye" packed his belongings, composed himself, and gently pushed open the door in front of him.

He sped forward, his anxiety mixed with excitement.

An opportunity!

This is a fantastic opportunity to showcase yourself!

Before anyone could react, they rushed to Wang Ye's side and eliminated the infiltrator.

In this way, he will surely gain Wang Ye's appreciation and reward.

A bright future awaits him!

The guard was incredibly excited.

So much so that after running halfway, they didn't even notice that there was a person standing in the shadows by the roadside.

Damn it, you better watch out for the roadside!

Still laughing? Laugh your ass off!

Wang Ye, his eyes glued to the screen, clenched his fists so tightly they almost bled.

However, no matter how anxious he was, he couldn't convey his thoughts to the senior guard.

Communication was cut off, and he had no similar mental magic.

Wang Ye could only watch helplessly as Ibn, who had blended into the shadows, gradually revealed his figure.

The shadowy assassin flicked his tongue like a venomous snake, and a dagger silently pressed against the senior guard's neck.

Area coverage.

The moment the dagger touched him, the guard felt himself being pulled into a dark, boundless space.

brake!

Blood spurted out.

In an instant, thousands of daggers were swung and struck his flesh.

Master-level domains often produce effects such as suppression and illusion coverage, making it difficult to cause substantial damage. Only at the Grandmaster level do domains reveal their chilling killing intent.

The senior guards were already inferior to Ibn in strength, not to mention that Ibn, being an assassin, made the first move.

After fighting for half a day in the dim light, the senior guard finally fell down unwillingly.

The only wound left on the body was the hole that pierced through the throat.

Boom!

The body of the high-ranking guard was placed on the ground with a dull thud.

A drop of white liquid fell from Ibn's finger, and the liquid slid into the wound on the senior guard's body, quickly dissolving the corpse on the ground completely.

When I went to the clothes, I learned the name and the name.

With practiced skill, Ibn sheathed his knife and quickly disappeared back into the shadows. He was going to find his next target. There was no need to worry about Juliana, but he still needed to help Heloise.

When Eben turned around, Wang Ye finally got a clear look at his face.

"!"

startled.

Wang Ye's facial muscles twitched.

He still remembered Ibn, having issued the mission to assassinate Enron.

Many people accepted the mission, but Ibn was the most famous of them all, not only because he was strong, but also because he later abandoned the mission.

It would be difficult for an ordinary person to know what Ibn looked like, but Wang Ye is different. With the power of the Wang family, he has a certain influence even in the Assassin's Ladder.

Why did he come here?

Wang Ye didn't have time to think it through.

On another screen, Juliana effortlessly slapped two passing guards into a pulp.

The raging flames reduced the two men to ashes in an instant.

Her movements were too effortless.

He just slapped her across the face like that, without any particular emotion.

Then the two guards were flattened.

The lighter it was, the more terrified Wang Ye became.

He just stared blankly as the guards An Ran had summoned fell one by one.

No matter how much they struggled, they could not escape the attack of the hunter lurking in the shadows.

In the end, Wang Ye discovered that most of his trusted confidants had died silently, yet no one noticed anything amiss despite the magnitude of the event.

“That’s only natural, since I’ve taken control of all the machinery in the dungeon.” An Ran smiled. “I think you won’t have any more illusions now. Oh, by the way, ten minutes have passed. You don’t have much time left, but I have plenty of time.”

Only forty minutes have passed since I disembarked from the spaceship.

Anran has one more hour to relax.

Reminded by An Ran, Wang Ye subconsciously looked down at the time.

Indeed, ten minutes have passed.

An Ran's body showed absolutely no signs of being corroded.