Am I a crispy college student? The whole internet says that I'm hard to kill!-Chapter 440: Assassin in the Dark Night

Seeing Zhong Dongshu lying on the ground, wailing in pain, Nightingale didn’t immediately go over to him. She just quietly stood there, staying alert.

Nightingale had been through many battles and had seen numerous deceitful tricks and traps.

She knew very well that some enemies would initially appear completely defenseless in front of you.

But, the moment you let your guard down, they would strike a fatal blow.

Luckily, that didn’t happen right now.

The Fish Gut Poison wasn’t just any ordinary toxin, and even though Zhong Dongshu possessed an array of Magical Treasures, once poisoned, he couldn’t use them and could only quietly wait for death.

After confirming Zhong Dongshu was dead, Nightingale returned to where the two of them stood.

Nightingale spoke to Zhu Ling.

"Thank you, if it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have been able to kill him."

Zhu Ling waved her hand.

"You solved a problem for us, why thank us? But, this old man seemed to be quite important, now that you’ve killed him, won’t it bring trouble?"

Nightingale calmly said, "He attacked me first, and everything should be recorded by the dashcam in the car."

"Although we from The Ninth Institute do not actively provoke the noble clans, when they bully us, we are not weaklings who simply endure."

Hearing Nightingale speak like this reassured Wu Bin.

This was because Zhong Dongshu had seemed far too confident before.

As if killing Nightingale was as simple as crushing two ants.

Wu Bin had been worried that The Ninth Institute might hand over Nightingale to avoid angering the noble clan, but it seemed he had been overly concerned.

Nightingale called for someone from The Ninth Institute to clean up the scene and then personally took them back to the dormitory before she left.

After returning to his dormitory, Wu Bin immediately went to take a shower without saying a word.

The moment the hot water hit his body, Wu Bin felt his whole body relax.

The events of the day had been too much, leaving him tired in body and mind.

Now, all he wanted was to rest well after his shower, as only those who have truly labored understand how important a bed is to them.

Around fifteen minutes later, Wu Bin came out of the bathroom.

The moment he came out, he saw Zhu Ling sitting on the sofa watching TV.

Wu Bin couldn’t help but marvel.

"Your energy is incredible. After everything we went through today, you still feel like watching dramas?"

Zhu Ling spoke very calmly, "Was today full of a lot of events? To me, what happened today all seemed quite ordinary, not really troublesome."

"Especially for us from the Dragon Clan, sometimes a real battle can last for days and nights; today was just busy, no big deal."

Hearing Zhu Ling say this, Wu Bin was also stunned.

It really was as she said.

In the past, when people wagered their lives on something, they indeed remained in a highly tense state for days or even a month.

Thinking about how his ancestors endured hardships, Wu Bin couldn’t help but blush.

But fortunately, the blush was only temporary, and soon tiredness surged up again. At that moment, Wu Bin did not care about anything else and went straight to the bedroom to sleep.

Wu Bin lay in bed, covered himself with the blanket, and instantly fell into a deep sleep.

After Wu Bin had fallen asleep, the expression on Zhu Ling’s face immediately turned serious.

She had been worried about worrying Wu Bin and had not mentioned it until then.

When Zhong Dongshu had blocked their path, there were actually others around, surveilling them.

However, these people were hiding in the shadows, so without extremely sensitive Five Senses Awareness, it would still be very difficult to detect them.

Later, Nightingale escorted them back to the dormitory, and Zhu Ling could clearly feel that the followers had come back with them.

The followers always maintained a distance, clearly not wanting to be discovered and also indicating they did not wish to eavesdrop on the conversation between Wu Bin and Zhu Ling.

If it wasn’t for the purpose of eavesdropping and surveillance, then there was only one other possibility, the followers were preparing to carry out an assassination!

After making sure everyone was asleep, Zhu Ling turned off the TV and lights and sat quietly on the couch, waiting for the assassins to enter.

Zhu Ling sat there for more than an hour, and then some noises came from the direction of the balcony.

Two men dressed in black, holding knives, were slowly descending onto the balcony using ropes.

The two men gestured to each other, signifying to go in and check together.

But no sooner had they drawn the curtains open than they saw Zhu Ling standing right there in the living room!

The moonlight shone in from outside and fell on Zhu Ling’s face.

Zhu Ling gave them a very eerie and terrifying impression, startling both men!

"Attack!"

The men realized they had been exposed and did not hesitate to take action against Zhu Ling.

In their eyes, Zhu Ling was just an ordinary little girl, someone they could easily take down or kill.

However, what they had not expected was that the moment they attacked, Zhu Ling struck too!

Zhu Ling delivered a choppy hand strike directly to the neck of the man beside her!

The man beside her didn’t even have time to react and immediately passed out.

The other man, surprised by Zhu Ling’s agility, stabbed at her several times with the dagger in his hand, but Zhu Ling deftly dodged all the thrusts!

Realizing things had taken a bad turn, the man turned and ran.

However, Zhu Ling did not pursue but simply watched him leave calmly.

After the man had left, an old man dressed in a blue robe appeared in the living room, it was Saul, transformed.

Zhu Ling spoke, "Take care of this man. Make him disappear from this world."

"Yes, miss."

After giving these instructions, Zhu Ling slowly moved to the balcony, watching the man climb down the rope to the ground, then flee.

A look of disdain appeared on Zhu Ling’s face.

An assassination attempt and he thinks he can just leave?

The assassins nowadays are becoming less and less professional.

At least the assassins of ancient times went on their missions prepared to die.

It was either the target died or they died; there was never an option to flee.

Ten minutes later, the fleeing man passed through a small grove and stopped next to a secluded road.

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There was a black sedan waiting to pick him up, and the man immediately got into the car.

"Drive quickly, let’s go back."

The driver didn’t start the car right away but instead asked, "Why are you the only one back? Where is Duan Peng?"

The man hurriedly replied, "Those two are not ordinary college students; we were no match at all. Duan Peng is already dead, I only managed to escape using a trick. Hurry, that woman is going to chase us!"

Right after the man spoke, a loud bang was heard!

Zhu Ling descended from above and landed on the car’s hood.

By the time the driver wanted to start the car and escape, it was already too late.