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Only when everyone else had died could the last three people survive.

Out of more than a hundred people, only three could live—so many had to die...

The massacre lasted for three days and three nights!

In that atrocious slaughter, Qiao Yiyang and Rong Mingyan helped each other and survived.

It wasn’t that the others didn’t help each other, but their strength couldn’t match the pair.

They were different from the other children.

Because they had experienced agonizing pain, intense hatred existed in their hearts, which made their attacks extremely ruthless and cruel.

And because they deeply trusted each other, they confidently left their backs to one another, not getting distracted, fully focusing on dealing with others.

The outstanding cooperation between the two allowed them to survive.

Still, they were seriously injured, nearly losing their lives.

When everyone else had fallen, and only three were still alive, the heart of Qiao Yiyang, like his blood, had also turned cold.

He stood atop a pile of corpses; describing the room as a river of blood would not have been an exaggeration.

He had stepped over so many dead bodies, killed so many people, to survive.

Among the dead were those who had helped him, those who had smiled at him, those who had cooperated with him, and those who often opposed him.

No matter who they were, they had all trained together with him for several years.

They were all dead, all lying at his feet...

At that moment, Qiao Yiyang, covered in blood, stood up, holding tightly to a dagger stained black with fresh blood.

The flesh of his palm had almost fused with it, becoming one.

His gaze slowly swept over the corpses until he suddenly saw a frail figure stirring, struggling to rise in pain.

The figure was thin, and blood had stained its entire body black.

But its eyes were large, bright, cold, and defiant.

He was one of the three survivors.

Back then, Qiao Yiyang could see that he was gravely injured, barely clinging to life, and might die at any moment.

Yet, he still braced himself, warily watching him, fearing that he might be killed.

Qiao Yiyang returned the cold gaze.

Suddenly, he hurled the dagger in his hand viciously at him.

The person’s eyes widened in shock, trying to dodge, but he had no strength left in his body; he thought his death was certain.

But the dagger merely brushed past him and plunged straight into a person behind him.

There was a fourth survivor.

It was Qiao Yiyang who had saved him, and he didn’t know why he had chosen to save him.

But he was still very weak and said hoarsely, "Thank you for saving me... I will definitely repay this favor."

As soon as he spoke, Qiao Yiyang was stunned.

It was her!

She was a little girl of eleven or twelve.

Qiao Yiyang saved her purely because of the defiance and coldness in her eyes.

He thought she was just like them, so she too couldn’t die. They all carried a debt of blood on their shoulders and could not die—that’s why he saved her.

He hadn’t expected that she was a girl.

A girl had survived; one could imagine how formidable she was.

The three of them had survived and became the Mafia’s new top assassins.

Qiao Yiyang had the making of a leader; Rong Mingyan and the girl listened to him closely, always treating him as their linchpin.

They climbed their way up, step by step, eventually becoming important figures within the Mafia hierarchy.