Looking at the man’s eyes filled with fear, Lu Tianxing spoke again: "So, are you willing to tell me now? If not, I’ll continue."

"I...I’ll talk. What do you want to know? I’ll tell you everything. Please, give me a quick death. I just beg for a quick death."

This man was truly frightened. He wasn’t a death soldier; he feared death but now had only one thought — to die quickly.

Lu Tianxing’s lips curved slightly upon hearing the man’s words: "Actually, it’s nothing major. Just answer a few questions and that’ll be all."

"What do you want to know?" asked the man weakly, his voice hoarse and unable to hide it.

"What’s your identity?"

"My name is Wan Chang’an. I was once wanted by the Yanhuang Group, got captured, then was rescued by someone, faked my death to escape, but since then, I’ve had to live in hiding, secretly working for them. A few days ago, someone told me to do one last thing for freedom, after which I wouldn’t have to follow his orders anymore."

"As you probably know, that last thing was to kill Qiu Tianrui."

Looking at Lu Tianxing, the man slowly began to speak without hiding anything. He was now like meat on a cutting board—someone else wielding the knife. Besides, he now sought a quick death; keeping these secrets was useless, better to expose them for a swift end.

Lu Tianxing, after hearing the middle-aged man’s words, eyes gleamed with light. He doubted nothing in the man’s statement; the Yanhuang Group’s past corruption was well known. Rescuing a few prisoners from them was remarkably easy. He was surprised that the opponent was more cautious than he imagined. Choosing such a person for the crucial task like assassinating Qiu Tianrui instead of sending his own people—weren’t they afraid this person might suddenly reject them, ruining their plans?

Or perhaps the person who rescued these people from the Yanhuang Group held a high status, thus making these individuals afraid to counter them or destroy their plans.

Lu Tianxing showed a pensive look: "Do you know who helped you out of the Yanhuang Group? Who instructed you in the assassination of Qiu Tianrui?"

"I don’t know the identity of the other party at all. When meeting me, he was covered head to toe in a black robe. I couldn’t see his face. Even his voice was altered. Besides, this was the attire he used when rescuing me from the Yanhuang Group. Since I left the Yanhuang Group, I have never seen him again. Each time has been phone contact only, and the line would become inactive after one call."

"Are you sure you don’t know?"

Lu Tianxing squinted his eyes at the man: "If you’re unwilling to speak, then we can continue what wasn’t completed before—let’s turn your other hand into a skeleton."

"I really don’t know the other party’s identity. Even after completing tasks, I have never met him."

Upon hearing Lu Tianxing’s words, the man’s body trembled uncontrollably even more.

"Are you sure you don’t know, or are you just unwilling to talk?"

Squinting, Lu Tianxing stared at the man as if his calm eyes were piercing the man’s every move.

"I really don’t know who he is."

At this moment, the man felt an urge to cry. Had he known he would encounter a demon like Lu Tianxing after leaving the Yanhuang Group, he would have preferred to remain there forever. Though losing freedom, it was infinitely better than facing the demon Lu Tianxing.

"Fine, I’ll believe you once."

Lu Tianxing squinted his eyes, deeply observing the man. After confirming he wasn’t lying, he continued: "Aside from your task of assassinating Qiu Tianrui, are there other plans?"

"Yes."

The man took a deep breath and said: "Apart from me, there’s also a man named Chen Kunchang who went to find Qiu Yingrong, hoping to capture Qiu Yingrong and her daughter to threaten Qiu Zhengfeng. His status is higher than mine, so I believe he knows more."

After speaking, as if recalling something, the man continued: "Moreover, he likely knows who’s behind the plot against you."

At that moment, the man spilled everything he knew like beans from a bamboo tube.

"Do you know Chen Kunchang’s strength?" Lu Tianxing furrowed his brows and asked again.

The man took a deep breath and said: "I don’t know exactly, but I can be sure he’s stronger than me."

Upon hearing the man’s words, Lu Tianxing’s slightly furrowed brows gradually relaxed. If he’s only middle-stage mythical, then there’s no need to worry. Given Sima Lingyun’s current strength and the elusive Four Seasons Sword Technique, a middle-stage mythical individual wouldn’t trouble him.

Initially standing nearby, and listening to the man’s words with a tense expression, Qiu Zhengfeng immediately relaxed upon seeing Lu Tianxing’s calm demeanor. Lu Tianxing was unperturbed upon hearing about a middle-stage mythical coming after Qiu Yingrong, indicating that she was safe and not in danger.

At this moment, the man slowly raised his head towards Lu Tianxing, his tone carrying an undeniable plea: "I’ve told you all I know; I hope you grant me a quick death."

"Shoo!"

Upon hearing him, Lu Tianxing’s gaze flickered slightly. With a snap of his fingers, a knife whistled forth, piercing the man’s chest.

Pain struck, causing the man’s face to twist, but his lips revealed a smile—a smile containing a trace of relief.

Seeing the man’s death, Qiu Zhengfeng hurriedly looked at Lu Tianxing and said: "Mr. Lu, Ying Rong and Lingling... "

Before Qiu Zhengfeng could finish, Lu Tianxing interrupted: "Elder Qiu, rest assured; I’ve arranged protection for Miss Qiu and Lingling. As long as the opponent’s sent troops are not late-stage mythical, Miss Qiu and Lingling will be safe—no one can harm them."

Speaking so, Lu Tianxing glanced at the bloody, gruesome scene on the ground and continued: "Elder Qiu, it’s uncomfortable here in the ward. Let’s change places. You stay in the hospital with Young Master Qiu while I go check on Miss Qiu and Lingling, how about it?"

"Alright!"

Qiu Zhengfeng nodded.