Vol 2 Chapter 24 (1/2)

Chapter 24

Chapter 24: assassin

Translator: Nyoi-Bo StudioEditor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Mr Ha’s corpse lay on the bed, covered by a cotton blanket, with only his feet poking out The s the assassin had done some cleanup Fan Xian would have missed it had he not developed a sharp nose while under Fei Jie’s tutelage

Fan Xian stood quietly in the corner The darkness hid the assassin, and also Fan Xian

Trying to mimic blind Wu Zhu’s techniques, Fan Xian relaxed himself as much as possible Zhenqi flowed slowly inside his body as his heartbeat ed with the noises outside

The assassin should still be around; the Overwatch Council’s secret agents were always thorough After poisoning Fan Xian, they would certainly stay until the night in order to ensure the bastard son was dead, after which they would leave Danzhou under the cover of darkness Since the assassin was posing as Mr Ha’s nephew, they , so they wouldn’t want to change observation spots

Unfortunately, Fan Xian couldn’t have expected how things would develop He studied the room carefully Other than Mr Ha’s cold body on the bed, there were no other people in the room

He slowly followed the wall,further into the room, careful not to noisily bulanced over so

He snuck along the wall to the here light shone through Mr Ha obviously wasn’t rich enough to afford more s, so the roo his presence by taking advantage of the contrast between light and dark

After standing there for a long ti assassin was long gone If that was the case, co Zhou under watch was obviously the wrong move

Fan Xian walked to the bed, wanting to take a look at how poor old Mr Ha died But he becaot to the bed He heard the sound of suppressed breathing Because of the noises fro wasn’t audible until Fan Xian closed in

The assassin hid behind Mr Ha’s body when he noticed someone had entered the house

The breathing behind the body was extremely steady; about seven breaths per minute If Fan Xian didn’t have his unusually abundant zhenqi enhancing his hearing, he never would have noticed

Fan Xian stopped, staring at the bed He didn’t know if it was a trap

From outside came the lively calls of merchants Fan Xian could pick out the faint sound of a certain carriage

He knew there was a , and that a horse-drawn carriage would have trouble navigating down the narrow road, and thus waited quietly with his dagger

The assassin also waited quietly He didn’t see who entered the room, but at this point he could tell that the intruder was equally patient A long time later he started to feel like he had underesti here to ensure the death of his target