In a certain dense forest.
When Wan Zhilin heard his subordinate's report, he was in disbelief. "Ten assassins were completely wiped out?!"
The subordinate lowered his head. "Yes, Master."
Wan Zhilin took a few deep breaths to calm his shock and anger. "What level are the ten assassins at?"
His subordinate clenched his fists. "A!"
The assassins under Wan Zhilin were divided into five levels according to their strength, A, B, C, D and E.
Normally, only when killing a general-level personnel would ten Level-A assassins be mobilized.
Wan Zhilin's face twisted. "Who exactly is Chu Qingzhi?"
The subordinate replied nervously, "She's just a farm girl."
"Farm girl?" Wan Zhilin was so angry that he was about to laugh. "Do I look easy to fool? How can a farm girl kill ten Level-A assassins so easily?"
