CHAPTER 8- TARGET PRACTICE

No one was able to properly see the weird movements of Song Ye. What they saw was the thin hand that had easily twisted Xiao Dao's large arm along with sounds of breaking bones that could be heard clearly. With Xiao Dao's uncontrollable pained screams, the atmosphere under the dim lights felt creepy.

The men standing opposite of them were scared listless to the point that they are unable to move to help Xiao Dao out. Up till this point Xiao Dao had collapsed from the pain only then did they barely caught him from falling. Looking at the arm that was twisted in an unnatural way, all of them shivered.

"Ahh!! You bitch. Ahh! I won't forgive you! Kill her, kill her!!!"

Xiao Dao held his arm with a pale face and gritted his teeth while he ordered his underlings with an atrocious glare.

The men recovered from their shock and launched themselves towards Song Ye with ferocious looks.

"You bitch, you're digging your own grave!"

At that moment Song Ye stepped back and moved her wrist. An exercise session with opponents to practice with after a satisfying meal sounded like a good deal to Song Ye. Slightly raising her refined chin and with a hint of arrogance, she provoked her opponents.

"Come at me at once."

With their combat capabilities, there was not even a need to break their stance one by one.

After being provoked and having their pride challenged to the extreme, they had totally forgotten about robbing her and clenched their fist, having the desire to thoroughly teach the bitch in front of them a lesson.

When they closed in on Song Ye, her small body had dodged all the fists like a shadow which made their eyes blur for a moment. In the next second, they felt a huge impact on their ribs, solar plexus', armpits and the bridge of their nose.

"Ugh…"

The men backed out while muffled pain. Holding onto each part that got hit, they raised their eyes to take a look but found no one at the spot where she was originally at.

"I'm over here."

A flat and cold tone comparable to otherworldly beings can be heard. Hearing the source from behind, the men were shocked. When they were about to turn their heads, they felt sudden pain on their neck and lost consciousness.

Up to the moment before they had fainted, their eyes are still wide opened as they felt disbelief at the fact that they were unable to even see the movements of their opponent.

A total of four members, three of them had collapsed, leaving the leader, Xiao Dao to sit alone on the floor. Looking at the young girl that was walking slowly towards him, he felt his whole body going cold.

"Y-you don't come near me. Th-this is my territory. Injure me, and don't you even think of living peacefully after that."

Even though he was so scared that he stammered, he still thought that he would be able to threaten her.

Song Ye was not sure if she should say that he was ignorant or that there was some problems with his head.

"Just now, you did said that you want to slice my face up."

She squatted down in front of Xiao Dao and held the folding knife that was lying on the floor in her hands. Opening and folding it up, she kept showing him the light reflecting from the blade.

And then… he fainted.

Song Ye blanked out for a moment and her mouth twitched slightly; she find this to be somewhat lackluster. Originally she had wanted to practice with them as her opponents after having her meal, but she never thought that these men would be so weak to the point that it couldn't even be considered as a warm up.

As an assassin, Song Ye's way of training was mainly by accumulating her experience in real life battles. Only with quick and accurate combat style was she able to quickly increase her combat ability.

Now without an after-meal entertainment, she wandered around in the residential house. She had only checked on the men that had collapsed in the corner before exiting the house. She turned back and walked towards him while thinking things through, half-carried half-supported him out of the alley to find a clinic.

"Eh, why was he beaten up to this point? You kids only know how to cause trouble and don't even bother to study properly. If by chance something did happen, let's see how you kids are going to deal with it."

The doctor with his bare feet was nagging and checking the condition of the man. He hurriedly took out iodine and cotton to clean the wound of the injured man.

Song Ye said nothing while she sat on one side. When the doctor was done cleaning the blood away did she found out that the one lying there was not a man but a boy between 16 to 17 years old. Because the clothes on him were of a bad boy style and having a tall stature, it had made Song Ye unable to identify his real age.

After the doctor was done with the treatment and prepared some anti-inflammation medicine, he then gave out instructions before he went to rest.

"The family member needs to be cautious. Call me if by chance his temperature goes up in the night."

The act of helping him out was seen as being an acquaintance to him. Song Ye felt that what she did was an extra deed as she looked at the boy on the bed and looked at the medicine in her hand.

His injuries were not serious, so Song Ye had no plan to stay there any longer. She stood up and walked towards the boy forcefully waking him up.

"Urgh…"

With a spinning head, the boy let out a complaining voice. What entered his eyes upon opening them was grey colored clothing with a face that he couldn't see clearly.

"Who…"

"Song Ye, the one who saved you."

She simply introduced herself so that the other party will remember her good deed. Song Ye was not one to not ask for a reward after helping others.

As she had expected, the boy's pale face changed slightly.

"If you saved me, then what about Xiao Dao and the others?"

"The one who beat you up is called Xiao Dao? Which gang are they from, how many members are there, and how big is their territory?"

Song Ye did not answer his question and asked him instead, asking the question that she did not get to interrogate earlier towards the boy in front of her.

Although the boy was observing her while feeling suspicious, he still properly answered her questions.

"They are from the gang called Di Hu Gang and their main base is near the LinJiang Junior High. There's approximately…. hundreds of them in the gang."

Only hundreds, are they playing house?

Song Ye had a cold smile in her heart, while she looked indifferent on the surface. She felt uninterested towards a gang that only housed around one hundred members.

Throwing the anti-inflammation medicine towards the boy on the bed, she turned her body to head out and put both her hands into her pockets.

"The doctor is resting inside, find him if you have any questions."

"Hey…"

When the boy had came back to his senses, Song Ye had already disappeared from his sight.

Appearing out of nowhere and asking weird questions; and now leaving without a care. Even for a boy that was good at acting cool, would also feel frustrated at this.

Towards his frustration, Song Ye don't even care about it. Her 15 year-old body felt exhausted from today's activities. She found a nearby hotel to rest and upon touching her bed, she had fallen asleep.

In her nightmare was an endless sea so deep that one couldn't even see the bottom of it. The explosion that engulfed all of her consciousness, the pain around her body; she can still feel how strong her unwillingness was.

After working hard for the organization for 13 years and becoming the top assassin ranked number one globally, she had never thought that in her final mission before her retirement would end up with her being betrayed by the organization and losing her life under the sea.

She was just too naive. No matter if it was the organization or that person, none of them would let her leave that dark world alive.

Song Ye silently opened her eyes when the sun shined through the curtains and onto her bed. She was sweating profusely and her whole body felt heavy as if her body remembered the sensation of being blasted by the explosion. After taking a hot water bath did her complexion looked better.

Standing in front of the mirror and looking at her beautiful face, she let out a cold smile.

She felt how frustrated she was even in her dream. With the second chance that she was given, she was going to properly pay them back, both the old and new debt.

But currently, she only had on tattered cotton clothes. So she decided to firstly deal with her awful image.

As there was still some time left till it was time to meet up with Zhao Zhen, Song Ye drank a cup of soy milk and headed towards the nearby department store to buy some clothes.

Of course, entering with her clothes that reeked of a country bumpkin, none of the shop clerks were willing to answer her.