Bobcat, who had lost an arm, hadn’t died. He had just passed out from excessive blood loss and was carried back to the cave by Jun Changxiao.
“Sect Master.”
After Xiao Zuiji handled simple hemostasis and bandaging, he said: “What are we keeping him for?”
Jun Changxiao said: “This guy can’t die. He still has great use, for instance, using him as bait to lure out more fish.”
“Oh.” Xiao Zuiji understood.
From assassinating the Rain Pavilion assassins to finding the hidden enemies and resolving them one by one, the Sect Master’s displayed steadiness and confidence filled him with admiration!
Jun Changxiao arranged: “Go outside and find some vines and vine rope to tie him up.”
“Mm.”
Xiao Zuiji walked out of the cave, cut a pile of sturdy vine rope, then trussed up the unconscious Bobcat thoroughly.
……
Rain Pavilion headquarters.
Scorpion paced back and forth in the cave dwelling with his hands behind his back, his face covered with anxiety and irritation.
Bobcat had left with four people last night. Now it was broad daylight and not a single person had returned, making him very worried.
Viper, who existed as the Rain Pavilion’s brain and was comparatively calm and pessimistic, said: “There were sounds last night. Bobcat most likely met with trouble.”
Scorpion said in a heavy voice: “Bobcat absolutely couldn’t have met with trouble!”
Why was he so certain?
Because of the codename.
Bobcats as animals were agile and nimble, with cunning and cautious temperaments, extremely good at concealment, and were called hunters of the night.
The Rain Pavilion conducted member tests every period of time.
In survival and stealth modes, as long as Bobcat participated, without question he would claim first place.
Scorpion and Bobcat had joined the organization together, growing from silver-ranked assassins to gold-ranked assassins, and had even done assassination missions together many times. He knew his strength inside and out.
Bobcat was very strong, but unfortunately encountered Jun Changxiao, and was destined for tragedy.
And the only thing we ordinary mortals can do is issue an insignificant cry—Resist cheaters, everyone’s responsibility!
“This is bad!”
Just then, an assassin ran in, pointing outside: “Fourth… Fourth Brother is… is outside…”
Outside?
Scorpion and Viper hurriedly came to the cave entrance, and at a glance saw that several hundred meters straight ahead, someone was hanging from a tree!
“Bobcat!”
Scorpion’s fury soared to the heavens. He was about to charge out.
Viper hurriedly held him back, saying in a heavy voice: “This is deliberately luring us out. We absolutely must not fall for the trick!”
“Bang!”
Scorpion gathered his fury in his arm and punched the mountain wall with a fist, his eyes splitting with rage: “That person in the shadows—if I catch you, I’ll torture you until you wish you were dead!”
……
Directly opposite the Rain Pavilion headquarters entrance, Bobcat, one of the four gold-ranked assassins, had been hung up as bait.
And in the distance, Xiao Zuiji crouched in the grass, his gun barrel already aimed. As long as anyone dared approach, they would absolutely die one after another.
Jun Changxiao leaned against a tree, bit into an apple, and said indifferently: “I’m going to let you know that the consequences of offending my Iron Bones Sect are more terrifying than being assassinated by killers.”
He wasn’t an evil person, nor did he want to be an evil person.
But the principle he consistently upheld was: whoever provokes me, I’ll provoke them right back.
After the Rain Pavilion’s first assassination attempt failed, if they had just given up, Jun Changxiao wouldn’t have bothered with them. After all, assassins were in this line of work—if you wanted to find someone, you had to find the employer.
But no, they ignorantly sent people over again and again.
Especially trying to ambush his disciples from the shadows—this completely touched Jun Changxiao’s bottom line.
What was a bottom line?
Don’t provoke me, don’t keep provoking me, don’t provoke my disciples!
Even normally gentle rabbits will bite when pushed too far.
In a world where martial might reigned supreme, I don’t want to be a great villain, nor will I be a great hero. Since heaven has bestowed this system upon me, all I can do is avoid being bullied—that’s all.
When Jun Changxiao became serious and earnest, he was definitely not that sect master devoted to comedy.
Circle this—there’ll be a test on it later.
……
Night fell.
Jun Changxiao replaced Xiao Zuiji, setting up the gun and aiming at the location where Bobcat was hanging.
Even the gold-ranked assassin most skilled at concealment had been captured. The Rain Pavilion side definitely didn’t dare take advantage of darkness to rescue him, so the night passed without incident.
The second day, after Xiao Zuiji took over, Jun Changxiao began browsing the shop again. After all, waiting for fish to take the bait was too slow—it would be best if he could actively cast a net to catch fish.
“Hm?”
When he scrolled to the last slot, he saw a product called ‘Modified Tear Gas.’
No grenades had refreshed, but tear gas had—this was undoubtedly somewhat irritating.
This item only required 10 contribution points. The description said that after use, it would form a large-area negative smoke. After enemies inhaled it, they would wail and cry loudly, even lose emotional control and do irrational things.
“Lose emotional control?”
Jun Changxiao rubbed his chin, saying: “Seems somewhat interesting.”
“Ding! Host has spent 10 contribution points and obtained Modified Tear Gas ×1. It has been delivered to the spatial ring.”
“Ding! Sect contribution value: 175/500.”
Jun Changxiao took out the tear gas canister and said: “Let me throw one and try it.”
“Gun.”
“Swoosh!” Xiao Zuiji handed it over.
Jun Changxiao grabbed the Type 88 sniper rifle, then approached the Rain Pavilion headquarters.
Just as he was about to reach the cave, holes appeared in the stone wall, and hidden arrows burst out one after another.
Sect Master Jun, who had prepared his vigilance early, stepped with Ghost Shadow Steps to dodge beautifully and magnificently, then landed at the cave entrance and fired ‘bang bang bang’ three shots inside.
The stone door blocking the front was penetrated with a fist-sized hole!
“Thwap.”
Sect Master Jun rolled, holding the gun against the stone door. With one hand he grabbed the tear gas canister, bit the pull ring, yanked it forcefully, then tossed it through the hole.
This action was standard special forces combat.
Jun Changxiao didn’t leave immediately, but instead pressed against the stone door to listen for movement.
“Tssss—”
Soon, a sound like a leaking pipe came from inside, then he saw waves of white fog seeping out through the hole.
“Done.” Jun Changxiao left dashingly with his gun.
“Rustle rustle rustle!”
Before long, Jun Changxiao returned to his hiding place, tossed the Type 88 sniper rifle to Xiao Zuiji, and said: “Watch the cave entrance carefully. Maybe in a moment someone will…”
Speaking to this point, he suddenly thought of his tragic past of croaking on Earth and transmigrating to another world. Tears immediately flowed uncontrollably from his eyes.
The system said: “It’s over, the host has inhaled the tear gas smoke!”
Xiao Zuiji, who was just about to set up the gun, said in astonishment: “Sect Master, why are you crying?”
Jun Changxiao wiped his tears while crying: “Don’t… *sob sob sob*… don’t worry about… this seat… hurry… *sob sob sob*… hurry up and set up the gun for me.”
“Mm.”
The corner of Xiao Zuiji’s mouth twitched. He hurriedly aimed at the cave entrance.
Grand Sect Master Jun’s mind was filled with sad matters, especially thinking about how he was still a damn single dog to this day. Grief immediately welled up from his heart, tears flowing in torrents, absolutely worthy of being called washing his face with tears.
Finally, he simply supported himself against the tree with one hand, wiped his snot with the other hand, and began to cry loudly.
Men have tears but don’t shed them lightly—they just haven’t encountered tear gas…
*Sob sob sob!*
I’m so damn sad!
Sys… system, hurry up and think of a solution!
The system said helplessly: “The host hasn’t inhaled much tear gas smoke. After crying for 10 minutes, there should be no more effect.”
10 minutes?
When Jun Changxiao heard this, he became even sadder. Then he squatted under the tree, hugged his head, and wailed: “*Sob sob sob*… After I tossed the tear gas, I could have just left. Why did I stupidly stick my face there to listen for movement?”