Young Master, Don't Run!
Not getting paid to Deal with Mad People

Gin looked at the middle-aged man in front of him with a face that was puffy, tired. Then he sighed as if he was resigned to something.

Gin's expression like that made the killer even more furious.

"Basic insects. How dare you waste my time" the killer gritted his teeth in annoyance.

He directly aimed his sword attack towards Gin. In an instant, his sword slash split through the air. The trees around him instantly split into two.

The loud sounds of explosions and dust began to fly due to the fierce attack. The assassin smiled slightly, thinking that Gin's body had been cut into pieces. He intends to go after the remains of the fleeing insect. But suddenly he heard a small coughing sound.

Uhuk, uhuk

The sound is getting louder.

The dust around him faded, revealing the figure of a person shaking his hand while coughing with dust. That figure was none other than Gin.

The killer's eyes widened when he saw Gin still standing without the slightest scratch.

"No way.." he looked at Gin with a look of disbelief. He could not use his logic now and froze in place. How could a bronze body cultivator dodge an attack of an immortal cultivator like him? That doesn't make any sense at all.

"Basic shit!" he cursed after waking up from his confusion. "You think a magic tool will protect you forever?"

The assassin jumped towards Gin and swung his sword.

BAM! Gin avoid. The sword struck the ground and split it apart.

Gin looked at the sword in the killer's hand with an envious look. He also wanted to become a swordsman. But unfortunately, he did not have the skill to use a sword at all. So that he gave up and fought rough with his pure hands.

The killer attacked him again. But this time Gin fended it off with his wind fist. So that a fist and the tip of the sword clashed against each other, making the air around the forest tremble violently.

The killer glared. His eye seeds almost popped out as he watched Gin fend off his attack with his bare hands.

This time Gin took the initiative to attack. He placed 10000 mana of his to strengthen his speed skill. So that the assassin could not even see his movements at all as he moved.

Gin used 50000 mana to strengthen his body. Then he started beating the killer, making the killer's body flung far back and hit the trees.

It doesn't just stop there. Gin goes after the killer and then he hits and kicks him. His final attack made the killer hit the ground and created a fairly deep crater, corresponding to his body shape.

The killer was in tatters. Some of his bones were broken and his body was covered in wounds. He quickly stuffed a black pill into his mouth and in an instant his outer wound began to fade.

"What are you?" he mumbled in disbelief. How could such a small child be this strong? If indeed Gin's age and strength were now genuine, he was sure that the young man would definitely be famous all over the world. But he had never heard any information about the existence of such an existence.

So he comes to the conclusion that Gin used a high-level disguise to hide his true identity. He could have been a hundred-year-old grandfather, hiding with his fake youthful appearance.

"I know you're strong. You must be more senior than me" said the assassin suddenly while painstakingly standing upright.

"But there are many strong people like you in our organization. And you're no match for that guy even if you're strong" he said coldly.

"Huh?" Gin scrunched his forehead. Then he tilted his head, not understanding at all.

"I invite you to join me for your salvation. If you're looking for trouble with our organization, you won't be able to calm down and that person will come after you. It was better to join and cooperate with us" he offered Gin an offer in a very arrogant tone. "You know our organization is the number one killer organization in the world. You should be proud to be a part of us"

"No" Gin quickly refused without blinking her eyes at all.

"..."

"I'm not interested" replied Gin lazily. Only a fool would join a murderous organization and have to kill every day. It was a tiring and sinful job. Gin would never want to get involved with such a job.

"I'd better get it over with" murmured Gin. He instantly attacked while the assassin turned around and fled with all his might.

"Crazy basic! I don't get paid to deal with a madman like this!" the killer screamed in frustration while trying to save his life.