Gorgeous Female Tenants

Chapter 567: Chapter 567: 3 People as 1

Xu Xiangbei smiled at the wall in the room and said, "I never intended to run."

This remark from Xu Xiangbei wasn’t aimed at the four strong men, but rather at the master behind the scenes; these four were just bait, fools trapped by four hundred thousand.

They didn’t yet realize they were being used, still hoping they could get four hundred thousand at six o’clock and go out for a spree.

In reality, what awaited them was brutal death.

The strong men saw Xu Xiangbei talking to the wall behind them, laughing even louder, mocking, "Young man, we’re right here, why are you talking to the air? We’re not going to trouble you, just don’t make a fuss, stay quietly in the room until..."

"Are you saying until six o’clock? No matter what time it is, you’re all going to die today."

The strong men didn’t understand Xu Xiangbei’s meaning, thinking he was cursing himself, they responded viciously: "Kid, don’t refuse the toast only to drink punishment, who do you say is doomed? Are you talking about yourself?"

Suddenly, there was a sound cutting through the air; Xu Xiangbei did not block it because it was aimed at the strong men. The backstage mastermind hiding in the dark had begun to close the net.

The four strong men had lost their meaning, there was no longer any need for their existence.

With a soft sound, Xu Xiangbei sighed regretfully as the four strong men simultaneously clutched their throats, eyes wide in disbelief, staring at the ceiling.

Blood seeped through their fingers, spurting like a fountain, drenching them into blood-red figures, and they slowly fell down, collapsing into pools of blood.

Unperturbed, Xu Xiangbei said, "Come out, stop pretending. I know there are three of you, your aura is strong."

Xu Xiangbei’s fingers distinctly pointed to three places; as his finger dropped, three shadows, like phantoms, emerged from within the walls of the villa. If it weren’t for seeing it with one’s own eyes, no one would believe it, thinking they had some ability to pass through walls.

Xu Xiangbei looked at them calmly, knowing that they didn’t have any wall-passing skills; rather, they had hidden inside the walls early on, the villa’s walls rigged with mechanisms.

They were waiting for the opportunity, for Xu Xiangbei to subdue the four strong men, whereupon they’d attack from three directions to take down Xu Xiangbei, giving them the greatest chance to kill him.

Unexpectedly, Xu Xiangbei had seen through their trickery, boldly stepping into their encirclement.

They realized their carefully crafted surprise attack strategy had failed.

In the wounds on the strong men’s necks, diamond-shaped shurikens could be seen embedded deep into their throats, with sharp edges glinting coldly.

The three individuals were not very old, around thirty, with thin builds, high cheekbones, and each wore a small mustache.

They were evidently ruthless characters, having killed four people without batting an eye.

All were clad in black sportswear made of a high-fiber material, soft and comfortable, strikingly akin to Zuo Mu’s ninja garb.

They gave off a distinctly uncomfortable aura, as if they were cast from the same mold, not in terms of appearance, but in their expressions; their moves were remarkably similar.

Their faces bore a grayish hue, appearing at a glance like three corpses.

Each held a radiant samurai saber, extremely sharp, capable of cutting hair with a slice, taking a piece of flesh off with a single stroke.

Xu Xiangbei smirked, "Are you from the Sword Palace?"

The three surrounded Xu Xiangbei at different positions, one on the east, one on the west, and one on the north, hinting at a Trinity formation.

The assassin in the middle was evidently the leader: "Indeed, we are from the Sword Palace. Xu Xiangbei, for you to discern our ambush shows some skill, no wonder several waves of our people have fallen to you."

Xu Xiangbei looked disdainful: "With such trivial skills, trying to ambush me is absolutely overestimating yourselves."

Though Xu Xiangbei spoke bravely, he was rapidly circulating his inner strength in secret, staying alert and vigilant.

The sole aim of such swordsman assassins was to kill their target, striking with a fatal blow at any opportune moment.

Xu Xiangbei noticed each had a bronze ring on their middle finger, engraved with a lively little sword, representing their identity.

They were the second wave of bronze-level assassins sent by the Sword Palace; the first wave had been Wind Chime and Wind Valley siblings.

In fact, the Wind Chime siblings had just been promoted to bronze-level assassins, so Xu Xiangbei was seeing true bronze-level assassins for the first time today.

Xu Xiangbei smiled cheekily, "Would you three like to sit down and have some tea first? If you don’t drink, I’m a bit thirsty, thinking of pouring myself a cup."

Xu Xiangbei marched briskly towards the mahjong table, atop which were several bottles of mineral water. It seemed Xu Xiangbei genuinely wanted a drink.

However, the three bronze-level assassins from the Sword Palace certainly wouldn’t kindly let Xu Xiangbei drink freely; as he approached the mahjong table, they felt an opportunity to kill Xu Xiangbei in one fell swoop.

The three raised their samurai sabers, moving in unison, suddenly swinging them, and three fierce sword lights streaked through the sky like flashes of lightning.

Xu Xiangbei’s lips curled into a faint wicked smile, he approached the mahjong table to lure the snake from its hole, draw out the enemy’s strike.

As the Sword Palace assassins attacked, Xu Xiangbei also kicked the table flying.

Striking first is always best; if one hesitates, one might suffer. He couldn’t let them seize the initiative.

The three samurai sabers brought about a fearsome killing aura, encircling Xu Xiangbei tightly within, seemingly about to shred him to pieces.

The table, kicked away by Xu Xiangbei, acted like a heavy cannonball, crashing into the oncoming murderous aura, taking his place to be shredded by the saber wind into wood chips.

Xu Xiangbei’s seemingly random kick had actually hidden at least five killing moves.

After the table was splintered by the samurai sabers, the pile of ivory mahjong tiles atop it, each infused with great power, crashed overwhelmingly against the impervious screen of saber light.

Over a hundred mahjong tiles shattered the curtain of saber light into smithereens, even flying at the assassins’ heads and faces, forcing the three bronze-level assassins to defend themselves, slashing at the incoming tiles.

The three bronze-level assassins not only looked identical, but their moves were as synchronized as if they were one person.

They attacked Xu Xiangbei from three directions, three angles, three currents of fierce killing intent, besieging him almost to suffocation.

Xu Xiangbei suddenly understood that they likely had mastered a Combined Attack Technique, with their minds interlinked, allowing nearly simultaneous attacks.

They became one entity, offense and defense as one, far more powerful than three individuals attacking chaotically by tens of folds.