Peerless Little Immortal Doctor

"Your opportunity? Rose has already left; what chance do you have? Besides, you yourself said she's a top-ranked assassin!"

Mo Wanqing couldn't bring herself to crush Xia Liu's confidence, but she had to.

Rose was a female assassin with a wealth of experience.

No matter how unparalleled Xia Liu's martial arts were

facing such a phantom of the night, he'd probably not be able to conquer her.

"Aunt Qing, just relax. I've also spent some time in the Assassins Realm," Xia Liu said with a slight smile.

"What? You've been in the Assassins Realm too? That really is fate." Mo Wanqing trembled with surprise; it seemed that during his years back in Osmanthus Village, Xia Liu had many unknown stories.

"Yes, originally Rose came to assassinate me because of my bounty, but I subdued her, and then she had to be my subordinate for five years." Remembering the past incident, Xia Liu's smile grew even brighter.

"You and Rose have this story between you?"

"I didn't expect things to develop to that point."

"By the way, you mentioned Rose came to assassinate you because of your bounty, so how much was your head worth?" Mo Wanqing suddenly remembered the crucial point in Xia Liu's story, so she asked.

"It's somewhat embarrassing to say, but my head was worth only three hundred billion US dollars on the black market."

"What! Three hundred billion US dollars!" Mo Wanqing was shocked again, Xia Liu's head was worth so much!

This was enough to show that during his years abroad, he mixed quite fiercely.

"It's just a pity; that reward is destined for no one to claim," Xia Liu confidently said.

"It's good to be confident, but don't get cocky, what if they threaten you with Xue'er and the others?" Mo Wanqing pointed out sharply.

"That is a problem; I'm actively working on improvements. Right now, the issue is, I need to chase after Rose, no matter the cost, I'm willing," Xia Liu declared.

"Great! You are indeed the Xia Liu I know! I support you morally!"

"My respected master! If there's any way Kathleen or the Ross Family can be of use, please feel free to command us."

Mo Wanqing and Kathleen both successively expressed their support for Xia Liu.

Facing the support from the two women, Xia Liu nodded, made a few arrangements continuously, and then he used his movement technique to leave the castle area.

Watching Xia Liu transform into a fading shadow speeding towards the horizon, Mo Wanqing gradually showed a radiant smile: "Thank you, Xia Liu."

In these few days, she had worried about Rose.

And also listened to Kathleen discuss the Ross Family's affairs.

She had a clear understanding about the Blood Curse she was involved with before.

Knowing everything, she called the company back in Huaxia.

Fortunately, Duan Zhengfeng answered.

So Mo Wanqing briefly explained the situation.

Finally, Duan Zhengfeng managed to let go of his worries.

Reflecting on all these matters, Mo Wanqing felt very guilty towards Xia Liu.

Without Xia Liu, the Wanqing Group would definitely have fallen into the hands of the Ross Family.

And she herself might have become a puppet without knowledge.

Even becoming the kind of blood-sucking monster.

She lamented her own fate, having Rose suffer for herself.

And putting Xia Liu into that terrifying state.

...

Night fell on a bustling suburban area of Huasheng City.

Many gangsters driving cars with beauties were congregating on the streets, partying wildly.

Vibrant sparks, booming bass, roaring all around.

In the midst of countless people's revelry, there existed a Michelin shop where Young Master Liao's popularity was limited.

The clerk, listless, was sprawled across the counter, his gaze vacant yet piercing as if lost in thought.

Just as the clerk was contemplating whether to close up and sleep, suddenly a figure cloaked in black slowly approached from a distance.

The moment the door was pushed open, a piercing cold wind blew inside.

If it had been anyone ordinary, the clerk would surely have cursed, even physically assaulted the newcomer.

But as he saw the visitor's face clearly, he immediately asked respectfully what they needed.

The person shrouded in the black cloak stayed silent; their frail silhouette moved toward the inner parts of the shop.

The clerk watched the robed figure slowly enter the Inner Sect of the shop with burning eyes, wishing he too could enter one day.

But the clerk was willing yet lacked the courage, for behind that door lay darkness, bloodshed, and a feast for the mighty!

After entering the secret door, the cloaked figure continued walking and soon arrived at another hidden door.

Guarded by two young men seemingly frail, yet each radiated an exotic force.

They were indeed psychics molded through chemical modification!

The two stretched out their hands to stop the robed figure, "Please show your identity and reveal your face."

Under the intense gaze of the two youths, the cloaked figure revealed a face of transcendental handsomeness.

At the same time, the cloaked figure took out a black object from their pocket and handed it over.

When the two saw the black object, their bodies trembled abruptly.

Although it was clear what the black object represented, they both took their duties very seriously.

As the three blood-red characters on the black metal were exposed to the air, the young guards' faces instantly turned pallid.

Body and soul trembled to their utmost at that moment!

As if even their souls were frightened.

Once they came to their senses, the two young men immediately bent down, heads lowered with hands outstretched, "My esteemed idol, please enter!"

Without any expression, the cloaked individual readjusted their clothes and passed by the young guards silently.

Upon entering, the cloaked person took back the black metal object.

On the black metal, the three blood-red characters shone forth, "Red Dragon Shadow!"

In the Underground World, everyone understood what those three words meant.

They represented the king of an era!

Beyond that door lay a dimly lit bar.

The bar was equipped with everything necessary, except for the joyous tunes.

There was no passionate music playing.

About eighty people were inside the bar.

The male-to-female ratio was quite alarming.

Apart from seven or eight women seated in the laps of men, there was only one woman with plain features and black hair sitting alone at the bar.

At this moment, many people were glancing up at the two most prominent video screens inside the bar.

Blood List! Assassins List!

After watching for a long time with no changes to either list, many men's gazes converged on the lone black-haired woman.

Although she was plain-looking, here, appearance was secondary; power and status were what symbolized someone.

"Woman! Are you Eastern?" As attention focused on her for a long while, a towering figure approached the black-haired woman and questioned.

The black-haired woman did not respond and just continued to swirl her red wine, her eyes still fixed on the two screens in front of her.

"Thousand Faces Rose, ranked fifth on the Blood List! I've uncovered your identity!" Seeing the black-haired woman ignored him, the muscular middle-aged man bellowed.