Chapter 132. The Meat Floss Cake is Trash

Chapter 132. The Meat Floss Cake is Trash

In the dark chamber of the mansion, two assassins hired by the Dark Alliance quietly awaited their orders.

The two were cold and aloof, their eyes deep, already envisioning the moment their target’s demise would arrive.

Mu Gao stroked his beard and asked, “May I know your esteemed names?”

“Heng.”

“Jun.”

The two assassins each responded with a single word.

“Hmm? What does that mean?”

“Reporting, my lord, that is their alias. They do not use their real names but rather their titles.”

A trusted aide introduced the assassins to Mu Gao, explaining that experts from the Dark Alliance often went by aliases, many of which were just a single character.

“I see.”

Mu Gao continued to stroke his long beard and smiled, “In that case, can the two experts demonstrate their skills to me?”

“Sure.” They replied.

Immediately, Mu Gao led them to a martial arts arena and summoned several strong martial artists, intending to test their abilities. After all, they were planning to assassinate Mu Yiting and her faction in Fengyuan Town, so they needed to show some skills.

“You go first.”

“Alright.”

At this moment, the assassin known as Heng stepped forward, facing three burly martial artists.

The three fierce martial artists didn’t hold back; they threw rapid punches aimed at Heng.

They hit him.

But it was an afterimage.

In an instant, five illusions of Heng emerged, racing around the three martial artists.

They couldn’t discern which Heng was the real one, so each focused on a different target and continued to unleash rapid attacks.

All their strikes missed, and soon one of them was struck down by Heng and fell to the ground instantly.

“Over there!”

The remaining two locked onto their target and continued their fierce assault, but Heng recalled his five shadows and dispersed five new ones, once again confusing the two martial artists.

Before long, they were all downed one by one.

Mu Gao witnessed this battle and was greatly satisfied.

“Good, good!”

He couldn’t help but clap his hands in praise; after all, they were assassins from the Dark Alliance and lived up to his expectations.

Heng remained expressionless, his heart steady; for him, it was merely a simple way to loosen up.

Next was Jun demonstrating his abilities, and the result was the same; he quickly took down the other three martial artists.

“Excellent! Very good!”

Mu Gao applauded once more, “Now, I request you two experts to kill the target, and there will be generous rewards!”

Heng and Jun didn’t say much but nodded. They had images and intel of their target, and Mu Gao had forces in Fengyuan City that would cooperate to eliminate Mu Yiting and her power that threatened his own.

Heng and Jun left Mu Gao’s mansion and set off towards their target town, Fengyuan Town.

They calculated the time well and still had time to prepare for the layout to kill Mu Yiting and her group.

This had to be done swiftly and cleanly, ensuring they eliminated her before meeting with the people from the Demon Sect to discuss an alliance.

“I have other tasks at hand. You head to Fengyuan Town first; I will join you later.” Heng said coldly.

“Alright.”

The two reached a consensus and then parted ways, with Jun heading first to Fengyuan Town while Heng went to carry out another assassination task. He had a good handle on his schedule and still enough time to plan.

…

“Please, don’t kill me! Ah!”

As the last person’s blood splattered out, Heng had completed his task.

He had killed many people, collecting some items from them to report back to the one who commissioned the job and claim his reward.

Well, it was much faster than he had anticipated. Now he could head to Fengyuan Town to reunite with his companion, Jun.

However, before that, he needed to find something to eat. Even an assassin needed to eat!

Coincidentally passing through a small town, he decided to buy some snacks to fill his stomach.

He spotted a stall selling snacks and saw that his favorite, the soybean cake, was available.

“Ten soybean cakes.”

“Ten Meat Floss Cakes.”

Just as Heng ordered ten soybean cakes, a man called out for ten Meat Floss Cakes.

Heng turned to look at him; it was a man with a dark face, covered in scars and sores.

Heng had a strong aversion to Meat Floss Cakes. To him, soybean cakes were the best snacks, and he couldn’t stand anything else.

“Sure, please hold on! You really know how to choose, sir. Meat Floss Cakes and soybean cakes are the best snacks I offer, and the townsfolk praise them highly!”

The stall owner cheerfully packaged ten Meat Floss Cakes and ten soybean cakes, handing them to Heng and the dark-faced man.

With payment exchanged, the owner lost his grip and accidentally dropped one Meat Floss Cake on the ground.

“Ah, I’m sorry, sir. If it’s dirty, just leave it! I’ll get you another one.” The owner apologized quickly and went to fetch another Meat Floss Cake.

“Alright, give me another one. How about that one on the ground, owner?”

“That’s dirty; I’ll just throw it away later.”

“No need, I’ll pick it up. That one counts for me too.”

The dark-faced man chuckled, recalling how he often ate wild game raw in the wilderness. Now, picking up a Meat Floss Cake from the ground was effortless.

The more he picked up for free, the more he enjoyed it. It felt refreshing, not because he couldn’t afford it but just for the thrill of scoring free food.

As the dark-faced man bent down to retrieve the fallen Meat Floss Cake, Heng, oblivious, stepped right over him, almost stepping on the man’s hand.

“Hold it right there! If your eyes aren’t useful, donate them to someone in need! Didn’t you see that Meat Floss Cake just fell on the ground?”

“Just trash anyway.”

Heng shot a sharp glance at the dark-faced man and coldly said.

“What do you mean trash?” The dark-faced man was not pleased.

“Everything except soybean cakes is trash. Meat Floss Cakes are trash, whether they hit the ground or not.”

In this small town, Heng didn’t intend to hold back; he directly stated his opinions. In his view, everything except soybean cakes was trash, and stepping on trash was completely normal.

“Can you eat a soybean cake and feel superior? Today, you owe an apology to all pastry lovers worldwide.”

Hearing this, the dark-faced man really got angry. Just as he was about to grab Heng’s collar, Heng immediately pulled out a sharp blade, pointing it at the dark-faced man:

“Scram, or you might regret it. I don’t kill nameless folks who aren’t on my mission. But if you want to die, I can oblige.”

With his haughty demeanor and cold voice, Heng exuded confidence and pride, recalling how he had killed countless people without a second thought. Just moments ago, he felt he could easily sever the dark-faced man’s head.

Yet the dark-faced man remained completely unfazed, even giving a charming smile:

“Heh, I respect individual taste in food, but I still suggest you start over in life; don’t eat soybean cakes until your brains go mushy.”