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Chapter 130: Chapter 126 Secret Martial Guards Hundred Households Wei Cen

Not an assassin, nor a thief, but a deliveryman!

Interesting!

Yang Zhenshan squinted his eyes, watching his every move like a statue.

And the other party didn’t notice his presence at all.

Watching him place the items, Yang Zhenshan moved his feet silently.

Just as Yang Zhenshan moved, the man paused, then abruptly turned his head.

A spear tip, gleaming with cold light, stopped in front of him.

“You seem very confident!” Yang Zhenshan stated flatly.

The man was dressed in black with his face covered, only revealing a pair of eyes that remained perfectly calm, showing no ripple even as the threat of the spear appeared suddenly before him.

Yang Zhenshan scrutinized him: dressed in black for night travel, face masked with cloth. Heh, he had seen this attire countless times on TV, but it was the first time being so close in reality.

The man was of average height, neither fat nor skinny, with an ordinary face and callouses covering his hand grips.

His cultivation was that of a Postnatal Martial Artist, but the specific level could not be determined by appearance alone.

“Speak, who are you!” Yang Zhenshan demanded.

The man in black hesitated for a moment, then spoke, “Secret Martial Guard of the North Station, Hundred Households Wei Cen, pays respects to Master Yang!”

Wei Cen didn’t feel as calm as he appeared on the surface. As a Hundred Households of the Secret Martial Guards, with a cultivation at the Postnatal Sixth Layer, he was also an experienced spy, exceedingly skilled at infiltration, assassination, and investigation.

With his strength, he might not strut around Chongshan Town, but there certainly weren’t many who could catch him.

He originally thought this mission was very straightforward: just a simple delivery. The simplest assignment he had received in the past ten years.

Yet, he had not anticipated being caught red-handed.

An encounter was one thing, but now, confronted with Yang Zhenshan’s spearpoint, he felt a strong sense of danger.

As if the slightest irregularity would lead to the spear piercing through his throat.

Wasn’t this Master Yang only at the third layer of Postnatal cultivation?

Why then was he feeling such a potent threat?