No one knew how many professional assassins were currently lurking in every corner of Hushan City, waiting to deliver a lethal blow to Chen Xuan.
Whether it was a beggar huddled in an alley, an office worker crossing the street, a young mother nursing her baby, or a street vendor peddling wares, anyone could lunge at Chen Xuan at any moment. The citizens of Hushan City had fallen into a state of manic excitement, especially the young thrill-seekers who loved a good spectacle. These youths flooded the streets, their phone cameras at the ready, hoping to strike it lucky and capture the moment an assassin made a move on Chen Xuan. If they could upload that footage online, the hit count would skyrocket instantly.
Yet, as Chen Xuan walked through the crowd, not a single person recognized him. He had long since used his immortal qi to make subtle adjustments to his facial features. To the average person, there was no way to tell that he was the S-rank fugitive wanted by all of Korea—the "Flying Thief" who had cost the search teams so dearly.
Chapter 1281