My White and Rich Beautiful CEO Wife-Chapter 766 You Are Worth That Much Money

Clinic.

Qin Yu went to bed early tonight.

He had promised Banxia to pretend to be her boyfriend tomorrow and attend the birthday banquet of the Divine Doctor of the Su Family.

Around one or two in the morning.

There was a slight sound of footsteps in the courtyard.

"Hmm?"

Qin Yu frowned. In the morning, Xiao Liuzi had called him, saying that someone had leaked the news of his realm’s decline. He guessed it was the Martial Alliance’s doing; not daring to offend the Phoenix, they had resorted to a devious tactic of using someone else to carry out the assassination.

He just didn’t expect that the other party was so impatient to come after him this quickly.

He was curious to see who exactly it was.

Creak...

Qin Yu got up from bed and opened the door.

In the darkness of the night, a short old man stood outside, and he looked familiar.

"Isn’t that... aren’t you Old Huang from Baihua Tower?"

Qin Yu breathed a sigh of relief, thinking he might have been overly worried. Perhaps the man had come in the middle of the night for medical treatment.

"Correct!"

Old Huang nodded, sizing up Qin Yu: "I really didn’t expect you to be worth so much money!"

"What do you mean?"

Qin Yu immediately became alert.

"Someone offered fifteen billion. After this job, I can retire and return home; I won’t have to sell ducks every day anymore!"

Old Huang seemed quite confident.

"You’re... an assassin?"

Qin Yu blinked, feeling that the world was too absurd.

"How is it, not convincing?"

Old Huang spread his hands and said indifferently, "Killing ducks is killing, and so is killing people. To me, there’s not much difference!"

"Uhh... then, which power do you represent?"

Qin Yu thought for a moment before asking.

"I represent myself!"

Old Huang pointed to his chest. People from the underworld of Jianghu rarely form alliances; they generally operate solo.

To hide his identity and avoid the scrutiny of the Dragon Gate, he had been the manager of the Baihua Tower owned by the Su Family for decades.

"Okay, so you are this confident in claiming those fifteen billion?"

Qin Yu shrugged.

Even he felt he was quite valuable—probably equal weight in gold wouldn’t be worth fifteen billion.

If he were an assassin, he’d be tempted too.

Who had such deep pockets to spend fifteen billion to hire an assassin to kill him?

"Yes. I’ve never failed in this line of work!"

Old Huang nodded and said.

"Heh, it looks like I’m doomed, huh?"

Qin Yu asked with a wry smile.

"If you have any last words, or any wishes, I can help you fulfill them. No charge, it’s a free service!"

Old Huang even had a sense of humor.

"Last words? I don’t have any for the moment because I don’t think I’ll necessarily die."

Since Old Huang represented only himself, it meant he wasn’t from a major sect and didn’t have a powerful backer. Relying on his own abilities, it would be very difficult for him to break through to the Channel-Opening Realm.

Therefore, Qin Yu assessed that Old Huang’s combat strength was at most at the late stage of the Pill Holding Realm, about the same as Ou Changfeng. He might have a fighting chance.

"After all, a person must die, be it a day sooner or a day later. And Jianghu is the same; it’s either you kill me, or I kill you!"

Being of an advanced age, Old Huang spoke a simple sentence that was filled with philosophy.

"If you leave now, I might not even be able to kill you!"

Qin Yu felt the pressure as he really didn’t want to clash with a late-stage Bao Dan Realm expert. Though not afraid, the cost would certainly be heavy.

"Heh, you’ve got a decent sense of humor!"

Old Huang chuckled, pressing something on his waist, and suddenly held a Soft Sword in his hand. Walking a few steps forward, he picked up a broken bluestone tile and actually crouched down to start sharpening his sword.

"Sorry about this, in our line of work, we may not open for three years, but once we do, we live off it for another three. This sword has been sitting idle for so long it’s rusted. Since you’re worth one and a half billion, I’ll try to provide you with a better experience, sharpen the blade a bit, aim straight for the throat so there’s no pain. Otherwise, a dull knife and cutting meat, that would be a bit too cruel for you!"

While sharpening his sword, Old Huang leisurely spoke. From time to time, he raised the sword to eye level to check its sharpness.

"Damn, quite the professional spirit!"

Qin Yu couldn’t help but feel a mix of amusement and distress. At the same time, he understood that someone who was meticulous in their work rarely failed.

Could it be that he really was going to be ’throat-struck’ tonight?

"Take your time sharpening. There’s still time before dawn!"

Qin Yu, a character himself, actually sat down on the stone table, supporting his chin with his hands, looking like he was waiting for Old Huang to come and kill him.

His mind, however, whirled non-stop with thoughts on how he could survive under Old Huang’s sword.

The other guy had a weapon, and he was empty-handed, a serious disadvantage.

No, he had to find a weapon he could use!

Qin Yu touched his nose and said to Old Huang, "I’m going to find a weapon, I won’t run away."

"Go ahead, you can’t escape anyway,"

Old Huang, focused on sharpening his sword, replied without even lifting his head.

"Uh...."

How confident is this guy?

Qin Yu felt a little annoyed and even regretted not learning some form of swordsmanship or the use of a blade, nor having a custom-made weapon for himself.

His eyes rolled around for quite some time before settling on a rusty steel pipe in the corner. Originally part of the plumbing buried beneath the bluestone, it had been uncovered during the fight the other night when Yuan Tiangang visited, and he had tossed it to the corner.

Picking up one with his hand, he found it quite manageable. After swinging it a few times, he returned to the center of the courtyard.

"I’m good to go; how is your sword coming along?"

Qin Yu looked at Old Huang and asked.

"Young man, don’t be hasty; I’ll let you know when I’m done! Oh, and fetch me some water. If the sword’s not sharp enough, you’re the one who will suffer!"

Old Huang, not quite satisfied with the sword, glanced around before continuing his work.

"Alright...."

Qin Yu actually went inside the house to bring Old Huang a basin of water.

Not knowing whether he would survive the night, if he was going to die, why not do something interesting beforehand, like helping someone sharpen a sword to kill himself with.

"Ah, if I hadn’t taken this job, I might have actually considered taking you on as my apprentice. You really suit my temper!"

Old Huang glanced at Qin Yu, took the basin of water, sprinkled some on the sword, and continued to sharpen.

"Heh, what an interesting assassin you are!"

Qin Yu said with a smile.

"And you, an interesting target!"

Old Huang said slowly, poured more water, rinsed the mud and sand off the sword, then stood up, flicking his wrist.

Whoosh...

Sword Qi burst forth from the tip of the blade, and a flash of cold light split a faux-mountain boulder, the size of a grinding wheel, right in two.

The cut was smooth as a mirror’s surface.

"Not bad, not bad. It’s been years since I’ve fought with anyone, and I haven’t gotten rusty!"

Pleased, Old Huang nodded and then turned his gaze to Qin Yu, asking dubiously, "You really have no last words? You’ve seen it now, I’m not just boasting, I really am quite formidable!"

"Nope!"

Qin Yu shook his head and smiled faintly, "If I lose, just make it quick. I’m afraid of pain!"

"Good!"

After Old Huang spoke, his once muddy eyes gradually became sharp, and his stature seemed to straighten as well.

Looking at Qin Yu leisurely, he said, "I am about to make my move!"