Assassination Succeeded

Hong Feiyun was seething, his rage directed at Zeng Huo, who remained silent and bowed his head in submission.

Hong Feiyun's tone softened somewhat, acknowledging the recent losses, "We've lost a lot of people lately, and I don't have anyone to assign to you right now. Figure something out yourself. If you manage to kill this mysterious person, I will personally reward you."

Zeng Huo, playing along, responded dutifully, "Thank you, Master. I'll do my best."

"You may leave," Hong Feiyun said, massaging his temples due to the headache he was enduring.

"Yes." Zeng Huo glanced at Hong Feiyun before exiting the room.

Hong Feiyu then entered, leaning against the doorframe with folded arms, her tone mocking, "A single mysterious figure has you so flustered, sister. It really does make you seem incompetent."

Hong Feiyun's face darkened, "If you're so capable, why don't you go and kill this person yourself?"