Lord Ning! . . .
Liu Changjun found himself in a condition covered in wounds. Whenever he let out a laugh, pain coursed through his body. Nonetheless, he persisted in laughter, even amidst his moans. He couldn't help but exclaim, "God damn it. Wan… You are a genius! Hahahahaha… Ouch… It hurts… Hahaha…"
Wan Zhenghao, on the other hand, scanned his surroundings. He seemed bewildered initially but quickly comprehended the source of their amusement. This situation was nothing new to him; he had been living through such painful episodes for thousands of years. Despite the discomfort, he too joined in the laughter. While chuckling, he playfully gestured toward Ning Biluo with his plump finger and asked, "Who's this…"
Ning Biluo also erupted into wild laughter, giving no indication of his usual assassin demeanor.
Wan Zhenghao assumed that Ning Biluo must be a newcomer recently recruited by Monarch Feng and Liu Changjun. This seemed entirely normal, so he spoke as if he were the boss, addressing Ning Biluo as a fresh face coming to visit him.
[Hmm. I am Boss Wan.]
Liu Changjun interjected seriously, "This is Lord Ning!"
Wan Zhenghao nodded. [Hmm? Lord Ning? Then he must be from the royal court. He must be an official of the Kingdom of Chen.]
Being as powerful and wealthy as Wan Zhenghao, he didn't hold much regard for individuals associated with the royal court, especially the Kingdom of Chen's royal court. He casually inquired, "May I ask, which department are you working in? What's your position? Perhaps I'm well-acquainted with your superior."
Liu Changjun was taken aback. He promptly realized the confusion was due to the title. He fought to suppress his laughter and carefully explained, "Lord Ning is in charge of life and death."
Liu Changjun was indeed dissembling, as it was just a facet of the truth, but he effectively misled Wan Zhenghao.
Wan Zhenghao responded with indifference, nonchalantly remarking, "You work in the Ministry of Penalty. That's quite a significant role."
"Lord Ning doesn't belong to the Ministry of Penalty," Ye Xiao couldn't contain himself and laughed, saying, "Lord Ning works with Yama, the lord of death. He doesn't dispense our legal judgments."
Wan Zhenghao was now perplexed. "Yama? What? Is there a government department that works with Yama? I've never heard of such a thing…"
Liu Changjun chuckled and explained, "How could you not have heard of Lord Ning? He's a renowned figure. Just hearing his name tells you what he does."
Wan Zhenghao nodded understandingly and nonchalantly commented, "So Lord Ning is a well-known figure… I guess nobody of importance in the court is named Ning."
[I have a clear understanding of it all…]
Cha Eun Xiao pondered the situation. He couldn't help but feel that Liu Changjun, an assassin by profession, might not have extensive knowledge of high-ranking officials. Perhaps he was simply unaware of the individuals of significance within the court. He couldn't fathom the idea of Liu making such a jest.
Wan Zhenghao gazed down at Ning Biluo, who lay beneath him, and inquired, "What is your name?"
Ning Biluo gradually ceased his grin, casting a casual look at Wan Zhenghao, and uttered in a nonchalant tone, "I am Ning Biluo."
Wan Zhenghao nodded thoughtfully. "Hmm. Good name, Ning Biluo. Biluo. Quite poetic. 'Up in heaven and down to hell he went.' What a beautiful verse... Brother Ning, you indeed possess an excellent name... Ah! Ah! No, no, no, no, no..."
As he recited that verse, a revelation dawned upon him, yet he couldn't cease his chatter until he fully comprehended the situation. He groaned, his skin prickling with goosebumps.
Wan Zhenghao swiftly rose to his feet, his voice quivering with trepidation. "What did you say? You are... Ning... Ning Biluo?"
Ning Biluo nonchalantly confirmed, indeed, he was the very individual Wan Zhenghao presumed him to be.
Wan Zhenghao trembled, his voice shaky as he stammered, "King of Assassins, Ning Biluo?"
Ning Biluo blandly acknowledged, "So Boss Wan has heard of me. What an honor..."
"Uh... Ha... Haha... Hahahaha..." Wan Zhenghao appeared as though a windmill had lodged itself in his throat. He stared at Ning Biluo, eyes wide, as if he had witnessed a specter. He trembled and then abruptly slumped into a chair, his gaze vacant, and perspiration beading on his forehead.
[Oh my god...
Ning Biluo!
King of Assassins...
I... I... I displayed such arrogance before him...
I was overly zealous, too upright, and excessively forthright...
Oh my bloody god!]
He felt dizzy, on the brink of fainting at any moment.
In the world, what Wan Zhenghao feared most wasn't Cha Eun Xiao or Gu Jinlong.
Throughout his affluent life, the wealthier he became, the more he dreaded death.
Wan Zhenghao harbored an intense fear of death.
It wasn't Ning Biluo's strength or power that terrified him. Wan Zhenghao didn't fear formidable adversaries. But when it came to Ning Biluo, he was the supreme assassin of all, the No. 1 Assassin globally, the King of Assassins.
Over the course of thousands of years, Wan's greatest fear changed every few centuries, with assassins taking turns to reign. The old gave way to the new, and every King of Assassins eventually met their end. In the past two decades, Wan Zhenghao had been afraid of two individuals.
One of them was known as Boundless Saint, and the other, none other than the infamous King of Assassins, Ning Biluo. Surprisingly, Wan Zhenghao found himself trembling in the presence of Ning Biluo, more so than when faced with Boundless Saint.
The explanation for this was rather straightforward. Ning Biluo bore the formidable title of the world's No. 1 Assassin, a distinction unchallenged even by someone of Boundless Saint's caliber. It was a definitive and undeniable fact.
Wan Zhenghao had his first encounter with the individual he feared most in the entire world, the supremely powerful assassin, the King of Assassins. Trembling with anxiety, he turned to Cha Nantian, his gaze filled with resentment and anger. "You... You... Bastard! You... You're leading me to my doom... Lord Ning... Is Lord Ning... Oh my bloody god...".