God-Level All-rounder Expert

Chapter 632: Chapter 702: A House Full of Assassins

Fang Yi’s little cottage became a sought-after destination for many assassins.

"Too old, get lost!"

"Too green, get lost!"

"Yo, just Bronze Level and you want to follow Abandoned Dragon? Get lost!"

The living room echoed with Fang Yuying’s resolute and rude voice, which did not last for long before it was cut off.

Fang Yi quickly pushed Fang Yuying into the bedroom and pleaded, "My dear granny, could you just behave, watch some TV, play with your phone, isn’t that nice?"

"I’m not your granny, I’m your sister," Fang Yuying emphasized, then continued, "Besides, I’m screening for you. My eyes are sharp and ruthless. If those assassins want to become your subordinates, naturally, they have to get my approval."

"It’s me recruiting, not you, please take it easy," Fang Yi sighed. He really had a headache because of Fang Yuying.

Ever since the recruitment message went out, many assassins had come to visit, eager to follow Fang Yi.

Firstly, it was because Fang Yi had made a name for himself on the top floor of Jinrong Building that night, and secondly, the title Abandoned Dragon made the assassins yearn and flock to him like moths to a flame. The title of the world’s number one fugitive was not for nothing.

The main reason was that Fang Yi had already made promises—those who followed him would live the high life, and past attempts on his life would be water under the bridge.

In the past couple of days, many assassins had come one after another, expressing their desire to follow Fang Yi, but for some reason, Fang Yuying, with some misfiring synapse, also got involved, claiming to be screening them.

Fang Yi was speechless. It seemed all those years he spent overseas were for naught.

Seeing Fang Yi’s helpless look, Fang Yuying felt she had achieved her goal and showed a triumphant smile, "Alright, alright, I was just playing around. Since you begged me like this, I have to give you face."

Fang Yi brought his hands together in prayer, as if worshipping Buddha, and finally got what he wanted.

Going back to the living room, Fang Yi noticed more people had arrived; the room was packed. Originally, Qian’er was able to prepare tea, but now there weren’t even enough paper cups left. Fang Yi waved his hand to send Qian’er downstairs.

cigarette, and felt that the scene looked like a gangster meeting, where he was the boss with a crowd

in, please close the door," Fang Yi

closed, the living room was full, with no fewer than twenty or thirty

people were mostly from Xuan Cang, with only a few foreigners among them. They were all assassins, and it was evident

took a deep breath of smoke, letting it swirl in his lungs before slowly exhaling a puff of smoke and then spoke leisurely, "The purpose of your visit is known to both you and me. I’m a straightforward person, so I’ll just say one thing—if you want to follow me, stay; if you don’t, leave. Although I hold grudges, I’m certainly

he meant was: come and go

and saying, "We’re all here

we came here because of your

you’re the

recognize Mount Tai, even entertaining the thought of killing you. We were

"I’m sticking with you!"

at once, expressing

highest possibly only at Diamond Level—but they had heard of the legend

for certain people, and Fang

like drug lords and arms dealers, and occasionally, he would

they become attractive. What these assassins were seeking was something too—in reality, they were seeking a kind of "freedom,"

Dragon, the assassins flocked to him to the point they nearly broke down his doorstep. This also suggested that Fang

his hand for silence, and the living

Let me put it this way, anyone who follows me must obey my arrangements—my

Some people left.

few had

...This time, no one.

them, then picked out a few individuals to be team leaders. He then divided the remaining assassins

to be a hands-off leader, but these assassins needed to be properly assigned first. Each one had to be registered. At that

finding the

so, in the following time, Fang Yi finally got some downtime. Before long, Song Wuliang arrived, volunteering

really has hopes for a swan’s flesh," Fang

knows no barriers,"

Dear brother, then tell me, how many true loves do you have?" Fang Yuying