Chapter 989: 466: New Entry!_2

Chapter 989: Chapter 466: New Entry!_2

The commotion grew louder and louder.

The remaining professionals sprang into action.

“Stop!”

“Surround them!”

“How dare you hurt someone here? Take them down!”

The crowd shouted.

The two assassins exchanged glances, then looked at Shen Ye.

He had already climbed up a tall tree and was ready to leap to another tree at any moment.

“Kid, do you not have the guts to fight us head-on?”

One of the assassins asked coldly.

Clinging to the tree and overlooking the two men below, Shen Ye shouted loudly:

“I am a model citizen! My dream is to host my own concert. Who wants to risk their life fighting with you?”

The two assassins didn’t have time to argue with him and turned to escape beyond the compound wall.

Fighting their way through, they finally jumped over the wall and, under pursuit, disappeared into the depths of the night shadow.

Squatting atop the tree, Shen Ye carefully replayed the battle sequence in his mind.

Good.

—He hadn’t acted too impressive, so he shouldn’t acquire the “Blood Seed” entry.

“It should be three times,” Su Rong suddenly said.

“Three times?” Shen Ye asked.

“Based on my deduction, the mechanism for assassination verification should involve three instances.” Su Rong explained.

“So there’s still one more to come.”

“Correct. Next time, running away and calling for help won’t work. You’ll need to come up with a new plan.”

“That’s too easy.”

Sliding down the tree trunk, Shen Ye stood in front of the visibly worried Mother Shen.

“Mom.”

“What?”

“I want to play basketball—no, is there money left at home?”

“What nonsense are you talking about?”

Shen Ye gave her a mysterious smile and said: “As a young man, I must protect myself well.”

Half an hour later.

At the security bureau.

Father Shen was briefing several senior officials of the bureau.

Suddenly, someone pushed the door open and entered:

“Old Shen, your family was attacked by assassins again. Two perpetrators—currently being pursued.”

“My family—” Father Shen quickly asked.

“Rest assured, your family is unharmed, and they’ve implemented some novel measures.”

The man took out his phone, unlocked the screen, and switched to an interface.

Shen Ye could be seen practicing sword techniques in the backyard.

Everyone watched, hesitating slightly.

“Is this a livestream?”

“Indeed.”

Looking down, the crowd noticed the bold title under the livestream video:

“Shock! Late at night, a pure-hearted young man stabs wildly in the backyard!”

The group fell into an awkward silence.

“What on earth is he doing?” Father Shen yelled angrily.

“He says that if someone tries to assassinate him, people watching the stream will know he’s in danger and must save his life.”

“…” Father Shen.

Meanwhile.

At the Shen Mansion.

In the backyard.

Shen Ye had lined up several phones in front of him, ensuring a 360-degree angle coverage of his every move.

Swish—

He swung the blade expertly, though his mind silently pondered:

“Su Rong, what direction do you think the assassins will attack from this time?”

“How would I know? You’re being ridiculous!” Su Rong replied.

“Surviving isn’t ridiculous,” Shen Ye said reasonably.

Suddenly—

A strange sensation welled up as he gazed into the void.

Lines of faint glowing text appeared in midair:

“The third assassination cannot be carried out.”

“Congratulations.”

“Based on available intelligence, the evaluation targeting you has concluded.”

“You’ve been awarded the corresponding evaluation entry (mark):”

“Blood Waste.”

“A specialized entry.”

“Description: Your life can only proceed according to a predetermined routine. You may temporarily diverge from your path if ordered by someone else, but you will soon return to your original trajectory.”

“—If you actively deviate from your life’s path, you will be immediately erased!”

“—The lowest-ranking tag, cemented at the very bottom of society.”

“—A life dictated by orders.”

It’s not Blood Seed!

It’s Blood Waste!

Shen Ye heaved a huge sigh of relief.

Waste it is.

Being in the bottom rung is fine.

—I was worried about not being inconspicuous enough to avoid enemy attention!

In any case.

The evaluation targeting him had ended.

He could relax now!

“Was my warning counterproductive?” Su Rong said with a hint of guilt. “‘Blood Waste’ ties you down too much—you can’t do anything.”

Still swinging his blade, Shen Ye replied via transmission:

“Don’t worry.”

“As long as someone orders me, I can temporarily follow their request.”

His tone even carried a hint of smugness.

Su Rong almost thought she’d misheard.

“You’re stuck in this world, forced to live by the rules—only able to diverge under orders, and even then, only temporarily before returning to routine. Do you truly understand the implications of this, Shen Ye?” She asked.

“Of course I do,” Shen Ye replied, crossing his arms. “If the restriction is just this, it barely limits our exploration.”

“You… must be joking,” Su Rong said.

Shen Ye stopped swinging the blade and walked over to the phone stand to check viewers’ comments:

“Young, but the blade technique looks decent!”

“This blade technique is just so-so.”

“I think it’s better than so-so.”

“Not bad.”

“Really average. Don’t be fooled.”

The comments varied wildly, an endless stream.

After scanning the remarks, Shen Ye’s gaze landed on one comment:

“If you’re truly skilled, do a backward somersault and chain-slash thirty-two times midair. If you can pull this off, I’ll reward you, pal. But if not… that means you’re just a poser.”

—This is it!

Facing the camera, Shen Ye clasped his hands in salute and said:

“The backward somersault with thirty-two consecutive slashes is definitely a challenge for me.”

“But for all of you, my brothers, I’ll give it a try.”

“Watch me!”

Effortlessly, he leapt toward the sky, flipping midair, drawing his blade, and slashing repeatedly—each strike faster than the last, completing thirty-two slashes just before landing.

With absolute poise, he displayed a gleeful expression and faced the camera, saying:

“I did it! Who would’ve thought I’d pull it off?”

“Thanks for your support, everyone.”