Chapter 508: Wolf Pack Approaching

Twisted bullet casings clattered onto the ground from Nie Yu's body, which remained utterly unharmed. His skin, gleaming black like steel at dusk, was impenetrable.

Iron Armor.

At this moment, the assassins who had attacked simultaneously widened their eyes.

They had spent years navigating through blood and fire, participating in countless assassinations and shootouts, but this was their first encounter with a monster capable of withstanding bullets with their bare flesh.

They knew Nie Yu was incredibly powerful, but the scene before them was beyond their comprehension, something only a movie superhero could achieve.

As everyone stood stunned, a surge of rage flickered in Nie Yu's eyes. He slowly took a step forward, and the fifth-tier aura of the God of War streamed out from his ethereal wolf-like eyes, like a mountain suddenly pressing down on everyone's hearts.

Regardless of whether they had attacked or not, every assassin's heart pounded wildly at that moment, like blood pumps about to burst, and their entire bodies trembled uncontrollably!

The next moment, Nie Yu's figure appeared before an assassin still holding a gun.

An iron-vise-like hand gripped his throat, and a terrifying force lifted him off the ground like a chick. The assassin's face instantly turned crimson. Under the pressure of life and death, he instinctively raised his gun again, and with a painful whimper, pulled the trigger, aiming at Nie Yu's forehead!

Bang bang bang bang—!!

Consecutive gunshots rang out as the assassin, in terror, emptied the entire magazine. But as wisps of smoke drifted from the muzzle, several twisted bullet casings continued to fall to the ground. Nie Yu's forehead remained smooth and unblemished, without even the slightest dent. His gaze upon the assassin grew even colder.

“Who gave you the courage... to kill me?”

As Nie Yu's words faded, he forcefully crushed the assassin's neck. Scarlet blood splattered into the air, staining the surrounding assassins crimson and leaving them dumbfounded, standing rooted to the spot.

This utterly shocking scene was unacceptable even to these battle-hardened assassins. Those who had originally contemplated ambushing Nie Yu now felt a profound sense of absurd disconnection. Had they truly intended to kill *this* kind of monster just moments ago??

In the oppressive atmosphere, Nie Yu's gaze fell upon the remnants of the crushed assassin, where a glowing phone screen caught his attention.

He squinted his eyes slightly and picked up the phone from the pool of blood.

“The bounty... has been modified?”

Nie Yu immediately saw his own wanted page; Su Zhiwei's original wanted poster had vanished without a trace. Most importantly, the post's initiator was Vulture.

His expression instantly turned grim.

“Damn it!”

Nie Yu knew very well that Vulture could never have done this. The only possibility for the bounty being tampered with was that Vulture had already been killed. Not many people could find and kill Vulture, and the fact that they could also hack his phone and usurp his darknet account... The perpetrator of all this was now obvious.

Nie Yu had thought he was the sole hunter, but now it seemed the man in brown was secretly hunting him as well!?

Nie Yu's murderous intent grew even colder. He suddenly looked up at the distant museum, a chilling glint in his eyes.

Since Chen Ling went to kill Vulture, it meant there was no one guarding the museum now. As long as they made a move, Su Zhiwei would definitely not escape. Chen Ling had raided his lair, so he would destroy this place as a return gift.

Thinking this, Nie Yu's gaze returned to the numerous assassins, and his right hand gently gripped the hilt of the hunting knife at his waist.

An incredibly fine, invisible thread sliced through the air. The next moment, three assassins who had also tried to kill him simultaneously developed a thin red line on their necks. Their heads slowly slid off their bodies, the severed edges as smooth as a mirror.

They felt only an itch on their necks before the world spun upside down, the last thing they saw being their own headless bodies still standing.

Nie Yu didn't even draw his knife, yet the heads of the three assassins fell off on their own.

Blade Thread.

This bizarre scene was even more shocking than the previous act of crushing a head with bare hands. The remaining eight assassins were utterly terrified; they wanted to flee but couldn't, their legs feeling as heavy as if filled with lead.

Nie Yu slowly released the hilt of the hunting knife at his waist, and his calm voice echoed across the wilderness:

“This eighty million... do you want it?”

Everyone finally snapped back to their senses. Although they had seen the bounty, either out of cowardice or self-preservation, they hadn't attacked Nie Yu earlier—which was why they were still alive. Hearing his words, they immediately stammered:

“N-no... we don't.”

“Very good,” Nie Yu said calmly. “Although the bounty on the website has been canceled, I will still pay the reward to whoever kills Su Zhiwei... Do you want Su Zhiwei's head for eight million, or do you want to try to claim my head for eighty million? You choose.”

After speaking, Nie Yu, with his hunting rifle on his back, walked directly towards the museum.

The numerous assassins exchanged glances where they stood. After only half a second of hesitation, they quickly followed. The dim yellow sunset sank at the horizon's edge. Under the deep blue night sky, a fierce alpha wolf led its pack, silently approaching its prey.

The Museum.

Second Floor, Embroidery Room.

By the wide floor-to-ceiling window, Yao Qing held an embroidery needle. Before him was a two-meter-long embroidery of a springtime scene from Jiangnan. Although not yet complete, more and more details were being filled in as the slender needle continuously wove through the fabric.

Xiao Chunping, leaning on her walking stick with both hands, slowly walked over to him and quietly watched the Jiangnan spring scene, a flicker of complexity in her eyes.

“Grandma, how do you think my embroidery is?” Yao Qing looked up and asked, seemingly with some anticipation.

“As expected of my good grandchild, your embroidery skills are getting better and better,” Xiao Chunping said with a kind smile, reaching out to gently stroke his head. “At least when it comes to 'spring scenes,' you've truly mastered it. Even I might not be able to compare to you.”

“How could I ever compare to Grandma?” Although Yao Qing said this, his heart was overjoyed. He scratched his head sheepishly. “Besides... I'm only good at embroidering spring scenes. For other landscapes and figures, I can't even hold a candle to Grandma.”

“My dear grandchild, why do you always only embroider one style of Jiangnan spring scene?”

“Hmm... no particular reason, I just like it,” Yao Qing tilted his head slightly, his voice softening. “I like this style, so I want to make it the best I can...”

Xiao Chunping looked at him deeply and sighed helplessly.

“That's fine too... specializing in one style will make it easier for you to forge your own path.”

Hearing this, Yao Qing seemed to remember something. After a moment of hesitation, he still asked:

“Grandma, do you believe that in this world, some people can gain superhuman strength because of their conviction in something?”