The Genius Assassin Who Takes it All - Chapter 255: Return To Jeju Island (2)

Six years ago, she signed the ten-month agreement with all her sorrows, and as agreed, she received the down payment. But when the agreed time came, the buyer did not show up to claim the 'treasure'. What was going on?Six years later, her precious son surprisingly told her, “Mommy, people might wear the same clothes or drive the same car, but I met someone today who actually has the same face as me! Can you believe it?”“Don't talk nonsense, how could someone look exactly like you?”Her son, dissatisfied, pulled his friend out. “Don't you believe me? Just take a look!”Lin Xiangwan took a glance, then, thud, she fainted, collapsing onto the ground.Who on earth... is this...?

The first time they met they had battled fiercely, just for a mere bunch of herbs. She needed it to save people, and he wanted to use it to save his own life.

The Mountain Eagle launches a life-or-death chase against human traffickers, stepping into a lawless land...This is the dark side of the legal world, a crazy world built on 3 trillion in dirty money each year!Here you can buy anything you can imagine!The ones who rule this world are bankers, lawyers, accountants, brokers...They say that whoever controls the money, controls the power!When everyone tells the Mountain Eagle money is everything...When fairness and justice no longer exist...Carrying his hacks, the Mountain Eagle chooses to tear through this chaotic world!Mountain Eagle: Everyone can only live once, I may not be able to solve the problem, but I will solve those who create the problem!

In the Kunlun Snow Palace, a sage once said, those who pass away wander, while the living cannot let go.Once the soul departs, it will wither like the autumn grass.Those who are reborn from the dead, existing apart from the mortal realm, shall be shunned by all celestial sects and smitten as undead demons.On this day, a youth awakens from within a coffin, his blood dry and his bones chilled, to find himself a century old upon opening his eyes.A single tear from a sage awaited, a constant companion, may unravel the dreams of the past.Seeking not immortality but a mundane death, not to lament with the ages over lost love and resentment, but only wishing to grow old with tenderness in this lifetime, beneath the white clouds that hold no envy for the heavenly realms.