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At the moment when Li Mu felt a slight relaxation in his heart, Wang Lei, standing at the table, suddenly seemed to sense something. His body trembled slightly. His brows furrowed, his expression turned confused and alert, and his nostrils flared as he began to sniff the air like a keen-scented hunting dog. Li Mu's heart tightened instantly, and he cursed inwardly, realizing that his deodorant's scent might have exposed him.
This had been his habit for many years— even during missions, Li Mu disliked feeling sticky and always applied some deodorant to avoid the smell of sweat affecting his composure. But now he realized that the faint scent of the deodorant stood out starkly in this factory filled with foul odors. The narrow, damp space was saturated with the smells of mold, tobacco, alcohol, and sweat; the environment was filthy, and the air was thick with a stench of poor quality. At this moment, the refreshing fragrance seemed like an unusual storm, quickly stirring Wang Lei's alertness.
Wang Lei's nostrils twitched as a hint of unease crept into his gaze. He gently turned his head to scan the surroundings, his eyes sharp and focused as if they could pierce through the anomalies in the air. Li Mu held his breath quietly, remaining completely still against the wall, his muscles tensed like a bowstring ready to snap. He knew he was fully exposed to Wang Lei's suspicion; any small movement could lead to deadly consequences.
Wang Lei's nose twitched slightly, his vigilance increasing as he slowly moved toward the corner of the room, his footsteps steady and imposing. Li Mu's mind raced with calculations for a response strategy; he weighed whether to act first but knew that exposure would bring immense risk.
As Wang Lei's head nearly turned completely around, Li Mu reacted swiftly, stepping forward to gently push the door back into place, blocking off the last line of sight that could expose him. At the same time, he quickly drew his pistol, calmly and decisively aiming at the back of Wang Lei's head. With lips pressed tightly together, he spoke in a low voice laced with coldness: "Don't turn around and don't move."
Wang Lei paused for a moment in surprise; after a brief silence, a cold smile crept onto his lips. He placed both hands on the table as if unbothered by fear. The sound of that cold laughter echoed chillingly in the cramped space: "Hey, so someone is indeed up to no good..."
He slowly shook his head, his tone laced with faint disdain and mockery: "But you know... for you to sneak in here means my men are truly a bunch of useless fools." He paused for a moment as if self-mocking laughter escaped him.
Li Mu's gaze was sharp as a knife; his finger remained steady on the trigger while he kept his eyes locked on Wang Lei. His heart raced steadily like a rock. He understood that Wang Lei was not an ordinary opponent; this man's calmness and contempt were not mere bravado but stemmed from genuine fearlessness.
"You'd better listen to me and behave," Li Mu said coldly, without a hint of hesitation in his tone. The gun remained firmly aimed at Wang Lei's head. He knew that any sign of relaxation could cause the situation to spiral out of control.
Wang Lei continued facing away from Li Mu; his shoulders twitched slightly as if mocking him with a cold laugh before speaking in a tone full of jest: "You think you can threaten me with just one gun? Do you have guts or are you just brainless?"
Li Mu maintained his composure, unaffected by Wang Lei's provocation. His gaze grew even colder as he lowered his voice: "If you stay still now, perhaps you'll live a little longer. Otherwise—" His words carried an underlying threat like a dagger hidden in darkness, ready to strike at any moment.
Wang Lei seemed to grasp the murderous intent behind those words; his laughter gradually faded into silence. His hands remained on the table while every muscle in his body tensed subtly as he prepared himself for what might come next.
Wang Lei chuckled coldly, his voice deep and confident, laced with a hint of mockery. "But tell me, as we stand here in a stalemate, who is truly trapped? To me, you are the pitiful creature cornered with nowhere to go. My men are all around us; with just a word from me, they could tear you to shreds in an instant." He tilted his head slightly, his gaze icy and piercing, the smirk on his lips deepening. "And you? What can you achieve by holding me hostage? Go ahead, take another step and see what happens."
Wang Lei's tone dripped with sarcasm, exuding an air of fearlessness. He sat upright, his hands firmly placed on the table, seemingly unbothered by the gun pointed at him from behind. He knew he held absolute advantage in this territory; countless loyal subordinates were lurking in every corner of the arena and factory. At the slightest hint of trouble, they would swarm in and dismantle this intruder piece by piece. He could vividly imagine that once the alarm was raised, dozens of armed elite members would rush in, leaving no room for escape. And this unfamiliar assassin—what could he do even if he had taken him hostage? There was no way out.
A glint of cunning flashed in Wang Lei's eyes as he spoke coldly. "To be honest, if you really came for me, you would have acted by now instead of wasting time here." His tone was filled with mockery and speculation, accompanied by a calculating smirk. "I suspect you have another motive, don’t you? Otherwise, we wouldn’t be stuck in this standoff for so long." Wang Lei’s voice carried a hunter-like calmness as he tried to pry open Li Mu's defenses.
Li Mu remained composed, a faint smirk crossing his face. He kept the gun steadily aimed at the back of Wang Lei's head, his eyes as cold as ice. "You’re overthinking it, Wang Lei. If I wanted you dead, I wouldn’t need this much time." His voice was low and ruthless, dripping with undisguised disdain as his sharp gaze pierced through Wang Lei’s back like a blade.
Upon hearing this, Wang Lei's smirk deepened further, tinged with disdain. "Alright then, since you're not afraid, go ahead and make your move. I’m curious to see what tricks this calm assassin can pull." Although he couldn’t see Li Mu’s expression, he sensed a faint killing intent from his tone and demeanor. The threat was so palpable that it momentarily unnerved Wang Lei; however, he quickly buried that unease beneath his arrogant laughter.
Li Mu remained unfazed by Wang Lei's provocation; his gaze grew even colder as he calculated his next move. He understood that this confrontation was not merely a physical contest but a psychological battle. Wang Lei was attempting to unsettle him and disrupt his composure to force him into revealing a flaw. Yet Li Mu’s resolve was as solid as rock; he refused to be swayed by Wang Lei's words. If he acted rashly now, it would only plunge him into a more perilous situation; thus, maintaining absolute calm was imperative.
"As for how to get out of here..." Li Mu smiled slightly, his tone calm yet frigid. "I have my ways. After all, I don’t mind getting my hands a little bloodied." As he spoke these words, a sharp killing intent flickered in his eyes, as if he were indifferent to any bloodshed or slaughter that might follow. To him, Wang Lei’s threats were nothing but futile intimidation; regardless of how many gang members lurked outside the room, he had multiple contingency plans ready.
Wang Lei faced away from Li Mu, an obscure light flashing in his eyes. This seemingly calm assassin was remarkably composed even in such a perilous situation; it stirred a slight unease within him. He tightened his shoulders slightly and fell silent for a moment, contemplating how to counter this opponent effectively.
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