He became a god in Japan starting with the bear disaster.

Chapter 19 The First Step to Victory

The man in black stopped in front of the public restroom.

He slowed his pace, lowered his baseball cap, and stared at the rain-soaked cobblestone pavement.

There were no footprints left on the road, nor any trace of grass or soil. He tilted his head and stared at the bloodstains that ran along the road.

Although the rain had diluted the blood considerably, as a professional assassin, he couldn't possibly miss such signs. Moreover, having killed many people, he could smell the blood in the air.

"Has it been hit?"

Every part of him was soaked, and his oversized clothes, soaked by the rain, were even more uncomfortable to wear, making it awkward to walk.

"Hopefully, it hit the guy."

He muttered to himself, stepping into the blood and following the trail of blood.

Even he felt exhausted after running such a distance in this weather, and the fact that the boy who was still in school could run so fast and for so long while carrying someone made him admire him so much that he wanted to kill him immediately.

This commission is quite special. Since he chose to accept it, he cannot leave any survivors. Anyone near the target, no matter who they are, must be killed.

He'd been chasing them for a while, and they'd most likely called the police, but the Yokohama police were slow and incompetent in their response. Even if those useless guys came, they'd have to drive around for a while before finding their hideout, and their search would be like an anti-terrorism drill, trembling with fear as they searched every corner.

By the time the police arrived, he had already taken care of the target.

Despite not being worried about the police, the man in black remained vigilant and even quickened his pace. His consistent professionalism, or "dog's code," meant he would pounce and kill his target the moment it showed a weakness—this was the origin of his nickname, "Black Dog."

The bloodstains were becoming denser, indicating that the fleeing person's adrenaline could no longer keep up with the depletion of their energy, inevitably slowing them down—a sign that death was imminent.

The "black dog" became even more focused on following the bloodstains, as if it had truly transformed into a black dog, turning a corner along the winding road, and seeing an identical public toilet appear before it...

"You're back again?"

He was surprised. This was indeed a place he had just visited.

The other party took him back here after going around in circles.

However, this time the bloodstains changed direction and extended into the men's restroom.

It seems they've panicked and are acting recklessly.

"Got you?"

"Black Dog" spoke expressionlessly and walked into the men's restroom.

The newspaper in his hand was completely soaked and almost torn from being worn down by the gun and his hands. The tattered paper would only hinder the gunman's control of the bullet trajectory, so he simply threw the newspaper aside, exposing the entire gun.

In situations like this, there's no need for any cover-up anymore.

As he approached the toilet door, anticipating a surprise attack from around the corner, he paused, waiting for the sound of his footsteps to lull the other person into a false sense of security before bursting into action, kicking the door open, and immediately raising his gun to turn the corner and control the blind spot in the corner.

However, there was no one there.

"Wrong judgment?"

He immediately moved the gun to the inside of the toilet.

The room was empty, and the bloodstains disappeared after one entered.

The windows, located high up inside the toilet, were tightly shut, making escape impossible. His eyes scanned the two closed toilet stalls, then he immediately lay down to check the feet of anyone inside.

Lin Xiu silently entered the toilet, holding a rock in her hand, and smashed it hard on the back of the head of the person lying on the ground.

"Black Dog" turned around sharply at that moment. Even though he couldn't have predicted Lin Xiuyi's actions, his instincts as a professional assassin still made him realize that something was wrong behind him.

But he could no longer dodge the rapidly falling stones.

Lin Xiuyi is left-handed, and the injury to his right hand didn't affect his strength much. With this smash, he directly knocked the "black dog's" nose crooked.

"you--"

"Black Dog" tried to raise his gun. Lin Xiuyi then threw a rock at his hand, causing the gun to slip from his grasp.

"You weren't hit?!"

Only then did "Black Dog" realize he had fallen into a trap, completely baffled as to how this seemingly ordinary high school student had managed it. This situation defied his usual logic.

Lin Xiuyi remained silent, coldly pinning the gunless assassin to the ground, and cruelly pounding his head with a stone again and again, ignoring his pleas for mercy, until his voice grew weaker.

But he still cannot kill.

Thinking of this fact, Lin Xiuyi loosened his grip on the blood-stained stone and looked at the assassin, whose head and face were covered in blood and who was groaning and spitting out blood foam. He still couldn't feel at ease.

To ensure the assassin was completely incapacitated, he picked up a pistol lying nearby and fired two shots into "Black Dog's" knees.

After completing these tasks without any emotional fluctuation, Lin Xiuyi turned around and saw Isshiki Kin, who had been watching him as he finished.

"Shuichi...?"

Isshiki Kin was clearly stunned, tears streaming down her face.

The girl's eyelashes trembled, her fear was palpable, and her face was filled with disbelief.

Lin Xiuyi suddenly realized that he was probably incredibly terrifying now, perhaps even more like a ruthless killer than the guy on the ground clutching his leg and screaming in agony. He suddenly realized he was still holding a pistol and immediately dropped it to the ground.

Actually, he is not in any immediate danger.

Lin Xiuyi forced himself to explain, feeling that he didn't seem very convincing.

"Who cares about him!"

Unexpectedly, Isshiki Jin ran up with tears streaming down her face, grabbed Lin Xiuyi's bloodied right hand with both hands, and said anxiously and with heartache, "I told you, I told you not to do dangerous things!"

She didn't even glance at the killer on the ground, and hurriedly checked Lin Xiuyi for any other possible wounds on her body.

After a thorough check from top to bottom, she suddenly noticed blood seeping from his crotch and felt a wave of despair. "Why is he bleeding here, Shuichi... was he shot? Let me see..."

Tears streaming down her face, she tried to pull down Lin Xiuyi's pants without saying a word.

Lin Xiu was startled and quickly stopped Yi Se Jin.

"No, no, that's not it! I just put my hand inside to prevent blood from dripping onto the floor!"

"You're talking nonsense!"

Isshiki Kin was both desperate and angry.

She used all her strength to pull her pants down.

……

By the time Lin Xiu half-carried and half-supported Isejin as they walked out of the public restroom, police sirens were already blaring through the streets outside the park.

Aside from the slight awkwardness they both shared, Lin Xiuyi felt much more relaxed after surviving the ordeal, while Yishi Jin was anxious because of his injury, her face showing both shame and anger.

This was the first time Lin Xiuyi had ever seen her so awkward yet serious.

"It's really just a minor injury, and I even bit myself, so don't worry about it."

Lin Xiuyi thought for a moment and then offered words of comfort.

"How can you be so careless with your health? Come to the hospital with me right now."

Yise Jin broke free, grabbed his still-good left hand, and hurriedly tried to leave.

"Okay, I'll do as you say."

Lin Xiuyi had no choice but to obey.

He didn't care about the bite mark on his left hand. It was such a small wound, it looked scary, but it had stopped bleeding by now. Even if he went to the hospital, the doctor would just apply some alcohol to prevent infection.

Taking advantage of Isshiki's inattention, he took out his phone from his pocket, wanting to check the commission rewards he hadn't had time to look at before.

But I saw—

[Objective: To prevent yourself and those around you from dying in the impending murder.]

Status: Incomplete

They could also hear the roar of motorcycle engines growing louder and louder, masked by the sound of police sirens.