Chapter 763: Chapter 472: Thunder, You Don’t Want the Twilight Saintess to Be Revived Either, Right? (Ten Thousand-Word Chapter)

Shen Sui looked at the person standing in front of him.

He glanced down at the gun in the man’s hand.

"If I’m not mistaken..." Shen Sui stroked his chin and said, "You’re here to assassinate me, aren’t you?"

The man with the gun looked at Shen Sui in disbelief.

Monster! It’s a monster!

The man’s muscles began to twitch violently from fear, a reflex from his homeland.

Bang bang bang bang!

The unique sound of a silenced gun resonated in the small room.

The man emptied the gun’s magazine.

His marksmanship was indeed exceptional; even in such terror, he didn’t miss a shot, hitting the vital points on Shen Sui’s body every time.

Seeing the bullets, compressed into metal lumps, fall to the ground, Shen Sui nodded and affirmatively said, "You really are here to assassinate me."

"Impossible! This is absolutely impossible!" The man shouted in a language Shen Sui couldn’t understand, his face twisted, suggesting a mental breakdown.

"Well..." Shen Sui blinked, about to say something, then remembered that the term seemed disrespectful to this person.

But before he could finish, this person skillfully replaced the magazine, fired a few rounds at the room’s wall to confirm bullet power, nodded confidently, then swiftly and decisively pointed the gun back at Shen Sui.

The killer gave Shen Sui no time to speak, shooting again without hesitation.

Perhaps trusting his weapon again after the bullet test, the man stopped trembling, aimed more accurately, and shot twice at Shen Sui’s chest, followed by a shot to the head.

However, these bullets, like before, caused no harm to Shen Sui, landing crisply on the floor.

The killer couldn’t believe it, and then turned the gun on himself.

Bang!

Thud.

Shen Sui stared blankly at the assassin who had fallen to the floor.

"Whoa, are there still assassins who decisively commit suicide like this nowadays?" Shen Sui was incredulous and admired, "Truly professional etiquette."

"I think he didn’t commit suicide because he failed the mission," Vivian said calmly, "He seemed to want to test if his gun was malfunctioning."

"That’s not the way to test it, is it?" Shen Sui quipped.

He squatted down and patted the assassin’s body.

Actually, when the assassin appeared with a gun, Shen Sui’s instincts from his past life made him panic a little.

The next moment, the bullets were in front of him.

At that time, Shen Sui wondered why his automatic defense hadn’t activated.

Then he understood: in the determination of the automatic defense, bullets couldn’t cause any harm to Shen Sui.

This stuff couldn’t even compare to the damage Qishala caused when riding on Shen Sui, let alone the oppressive force of a giant dragon in high spirits.

If Qishala’s unconscious damage couldn’t harm Shen Sui, then raising the automatic defense for a few bullets would undermine the credibility of this advanced magic.

The instant his hand touched the body, the residual soul memories flooded into Shen Sui’s mind.

"How is it?" Vivian crossed her arms, her slightly furrowed brows proving she was a bit angry now.

Although knowing Shen Sui was fine, this assassination attempt still made Vivian angry.

"This guy’s card-playing skills are terrible." Shen Sui commented.

"...."

Vivian never expected Shen Sui to notice that.

"Alright." Shen Sui finally addressed the serious matter, "It’s the Descent Association trying to kill me, but beyond that, he knew nothing."

With that, Shen Sui stood up.

"What’s that in your hand?" Vivian noticed Shen Sui quickly flipping through some cards.

"This guy’s deck." Shen Sui replied without looking up, quickly pulling out several Life Cards.

"Are you... looting the body?"

"Spoils, these are spoils of war." Shen Sui emphasized, "And it’s to avoid wasting resources."

After a Life Card Master dies, the connection between the Life Card and the master automatically ceases.

This is why American duels are so popular in the U.S. In a standard duel, even if you win, you can only take one Life Card as a trophy, but in an American duel, if victorious, you can take the opponent’s entire deck!

Moreover, American duels don’t require so many rounds, just one round, win or die.

The deck in Shen Sui’s hands was now ownerless with its master dead.

"Most of these cards aren’t strong, are they?" Vivian didn’t understand why Shen Sui would collect these decks.

"You can’t understand the value of things until you’re in charge of a household." Shen Sui sighed, "Running a large household is costly. Fortunately, due to the Extraordinary Invasion, Life Card prices are soaring globally, selling these cards is a chance to earn some money."

Vivian shook her head, amused and helpless.

Even without Shen Sui’s competition and task rewards, just the Sea Race jewels Martina brought were enough to make Shen Sui a top-tier tycoon.

But that’s Shen Sui for you.

In his past, unimaginable wealth didn’t stop him from mining and fishing every day.

This was one of Shen Sui’s joys.

Having such hobbies wasn’t bad, at least it was better than seeking wild women daily.

Wait a minute.

Vivian thought of something intriguing: would Shen Sui snatching someone else’s sister card count as looking for wild women?