# 440
Chapter 440 – I’m a Professional Assassin
“No, no… Father, you can’t do this! I’m the heir to the百里 Group, I’m your son!!”
Hearing these words, Baili Jing scrambled over on hands and knees, disbelief written across his face.
He pointed at Baili Pangpang. “He’s just trash, a scapegoat! How can you hand the百里 Group to him?!”
Baili Xin’s brows knitted; the black sand scattered across the floor gathered into a huge palm that slapped Baili Jing across the face, sending him flying.
“What are you, anyway? You… dare call yourself my son?” Baili Xin said coldly.
He turned back to Baili Pangpang. Beneath that Zhu Bajie mask, his expression was unreadable.
“Forget everything that happened here. Your mother and I will love you just as we loved Baili Jing. We’ll give you the warmth of a real family.
Once you head the百里 Group and rise high in the Night Watch, you’ll be one of the most powerful men in Great Xia—then you can do whatever you want!
You’ve lost nothing; your teammates are unharmed. If you can’t get over Baili Jing cutting your face, I’ll let you carve up his right now. Name your compensation; I’ll grant it.”
He stared into Baili Pangpang’s eyes, waiting.
Baili Pangpang spoke slowly, pointing at the half-dead Baili Jing. “If I say yes, what happens to him?”
“Him?” Baili Xin frowned slightly. “You can take any revenge you like, but keep him alive. My blood runs in his veins; before he gives the family an heir, he can’t die.”
Baili Pangpang held Baili Xin’s gaze. After a long silence, a cold laugh slipped from behind the mask.
“I used to think you were just a cold-blooded schemer. Turns out you’re pure scum…
Baili Xin, listen well.”
He locked eyes with him and enunciated every word:
“The百里 Group, the Relic Vault, a seat among the Night Watch brass—those things you value above everything? To me they’re worth less than a fart!
Baili Tuming of the百里 family is already dead.
The one alive in this world is Baili Pangpang of Fifth Reserve Team!
This time I don’t live for you, don’t live for the百里 family—I live only for my brothers.
The百里 family is a cancer on Great Xia, and today we’re cutting it out!
You and your worthless son
will both die here.”
The moment the words fell, Baili Pangpang’s figure flashed toward the limp Baili Jing. The wooden ruler in his hand glowed, murder blazing in his eyes.
Baili Xin’s face was thunderous. He glared at Baili Pangpang’s back and growled:
“Ungrateful wretch… do you really think there’ll be any happy ending after angering me?”
He swept his hand. Vast streams of black sand condensed—one into a colossal sword slashing for Baili Pangpang’s throat, the other into a giant hand that scooped up Baili Jing and dragged him back.
“Hahaha, Baili Tuming dies today!!”
A voice rang out behind Baili Xin. Ninth Seat, who had just killed the archer, strode laughing into the sand cloud, pressed both palms to the hand gripping Baili Jing, and twisted. The sand spiraled, shattered, and scattered.
Baili Xin and Baili Pangpang both froze.
Ninth Seat shot out a hand, grabbing straight for Baili Jing’s head!
“Seeking death!” Baili Xin roared. A golden spear flashed into his grip; its tip blazed as he thrust at Ninth Seat mid-air!
Boom——!!
A thick golden beam grazed Ninth Seat, who recoiled several paces, then turned, face dark.
“Baili Xin, you’re not on our 【Believers】 bounty list—don’t force me to kill you too!”
“Idiot!!” Baili Xin cursed. “Did it never occur to you who posted the bounty on Baili Tuming?”
Ninth Seat blinked. “Not my concern.”
Baili Xin almost choked. “I posted it! I wanted you to kill him on the road back to Guangshen. Who told you to crash my banquet?”
Ninth Seat said solemnly, “I’m a professional assassin. While the target lives, I’ll chase him to the ends of the earth.”
“…” Baili Xin pointed at Baili Pangpang. “Then can’t you even identify the target? That’s Baili Tuming!! Why kill my son?”
“Isn’t your son Baili Tuming?” Ninth Seat replied, expression odd. “You announced it yourselves on stage—how can it be wrong?”
Baili Xin was speechless.
“Do not insult my intelligence,” Ninth Seat said gravely. “I’m a professional; I don’t make rookie mistakes like killing the wrong person.”
Whoosh——!!
While Ninth Seat held Baili Xin’s attention, Baili Pangpang slashed through the black sand and reached Baili Jing.
“You stabbed my heart—now it’s my turn.”
Low words, killing intent erupting; the wooden ruler flashed and speared for Baili Jing’s heart!
Thud—!
The ruler pierced cleanly through Baili Jing’s chest, blood blooming.
Barely rescued moments ago, Baili Jing looked down at the red spreading over his suit, then up at the grinning Zhu Bajie mask, disbelief in his eyes.
“You… can’t… kill… me…” he rasped.
Baili Pangpang twisted the ruler, shredding the heart.
Baili Jing’s eyes dimmed; life fled. He knelt and collapsed.
“Go to hell.”
Baili Pangpang gazed at the terror-frozen face, murmuring:
“Li Fire.”
Flames erupted, tongues of fire writhing, carbonizing the body until it crumbled into drifting ash.
The blaze painted his mask red. He turned and locked eyes with Baili Xin.
“Your turn.”
Ruler in hand, he stepped toward the platform.
Watching his son burned to dust, Baili Xin’s expression flickered, fists clenched…