Chapter 633: Embark on the Assassination Journey

This mine might be no different from trash for Fang Tian, but it wouldn't be the same in Yang Ming's hands.

"Is it something they let us pick, or have they already appointed one for us?" asked Yang Ming.

"I guess we can pick, but can you pick a good one?" Fang Tian asked, intrigued.

"I have a friend who can." Yang Ming naturally couldn't tell Fang Tian of his own matters, however, Lan Ling's sixth sense could be said to others because this was no longer a secret. In Yunnan, many people knew that Lan Ling's sixth sense was very effective because Lan Ling's dad took her to gamble with him.

"She could see this?" Fang Tian was stunned and asked, "Really? You even know people in this area?"

"She doesn't know how to see it, but her sixth sense is particularly effective." Yang Ming smiled and said, "She had a grandfather Zuo. You should know him, right?"

"Grandfather Zuo?" Fang Tian frowned. This surname was very rare. Among the people whom he knew, there was only one person with this surname. "Are you talking about Elder Zuo of the Miaojiang in Yunnan?"

"It should be." Yang Ming nodded and said, "He said that... master, you had saved his life once..."

"That will undoubtedly be Elder Zuo!" Fang Tian said, "Is your friend his grandson or granddaughter?"

"No, my friend is the granddaughter of the Miaojiang leader," explained Yang Ming.

"Your little girlfriend?" Fang Tian looked at Yang Ming.

"Hehe..." Yang Ming laughed twice.

"I have arranged a marriage for you," said Fang Tian suddenly.

"What? Arranged marriage?" Yang Ming was stunned and he looked at Fang Tian. "Old man, what international joke are you cracking? Did you arrange a marriage for me?"

"I'm not cracking any international joke. But this marriage is indeed international." It was rare for Fang Tian to attempt some humor, but the humor was a bit too cold.

"Old Man Fang, although you're my master, is marriage a child's play? Besides, I already have a girlfriend. Aren't you adding more trouble for me?" Yang Ming looked at Fang Tian's serious look and he felt so angry yet funny. "Moreover, how old am I now? You want to arrange a marriage for me?"

"Oh, an arranged marriage won't affect you with dating your girlfriend. It doesn't matter." Fang Tian said, "This was the old rule. The King of the Assassins' marriage was set by my master."

"Then why didn't you have an arranged marriage for yourself?" asked Yang Ming.

"My situation was more special..." Fang Tian was at loss for words.

"Since you didn't even have an arranged marriage, then let's talk about this matter later." Yang Ming wasn't willing to have an arranged marriage with a girl he didn't know. Moreover, it was an international affair! Would I have to marry a Caucasian girl?

Fang Tian wasn't in a hurry anyway. He just conveniently mentioned it to Yang Ming.

"Right, I met a guy at the temple fair yesterday. He looks really ordinary, but his skills seemed to be pretty good. He also seemed to recognize my acupoint technique and asked me what my relationship to you was." Yang Ming remembered the encounter at the temple fair yesterday. He shared with Fang Tian the story of how that person stalked him and then later Yang Ming got him in control.

"Oh?" Fang Tian hesitated, and then asked, "What accent did the person use?"

"How do I say... His Mandarin was very accurate, but he was definitely not a local." Yang Ming thought about it for a moment. "This person seemed to have some makeup, making others feel that he seemed to be a very ordinary person. Among the crowd, it was easy to ignore him. As for his skills, I didn't manage to test it because I was in control and he couldn't express his skills."

"Who were the people with you that day?" Fang Tian nodded and asked.

"Me, my girlfriend, Chen Mengyan, and two more friends," replied Yang Ming.

"What friends? What are their names?" Fang Tian seemed to be very interested in those two people.

"One was called Wang Xiaoyan; the other was Li Yixun." Yang Ming said, "What's wrong?"

"Oh?" After Fang Tian heard it, he nodded thoughtfully. He then smiled and said to himself, "It turned out to be this case..."

"What did it turn out to be?" asked Yang Ming, confused.

"Nothing. I have an understanding of this matter. You don't need to care about it anymore." Fang Tian waved his hand. "Don't worry. He won't do anything bad against you... and it seems like he's no longer your opponent, hehe!"

"Oh." Yang Ming saw that Fang Tian wasn't willing to say more, so he didn't continue to ask. It didn't have much to do with Yang Ming anyway.

Yang Ming went home to pack his luggage and say goodbye to his parents. He said that he was going on a business trip for the jewelry company and his parents didn't doubt it. What Yang Ming said can't be considered a lie either. See, they were going to get a diamond mine. It counted as working for his jewelry company!

Originally, he wanted to talk to Chen Mengyan before he left. However, because of the misunderstanding with her earlier, Yang Ming hesitated and decided to forget it. He would speak to her again properly after he got back.

Before he left, he did go to Lin Zhiyun's home for a short moment since her home was close to Fang Tian's. He did brief Lin Zhiyun and asked her to find Hou Zhenhan if she had any issues. Yang Ming believed that there wasn't much that Hou Zhenhan couldn't do in Song Jiang.

As for Old Buffon, Yang Ming called him and told Old Buffon that he needed to go out. Although Old Buffon felt very sorry, he also knew that highly skilled individuals like Yang Ming would often travel around the world. However, to his delight, Yang Ming promised to accept Old Buffon as a disciple. But Yang Ming could only pass on some ordinary kung fu to him. Even so, Old Buffon was already very happy. He also knew that for a person of his age it would be practically impossible to practice world-class martial arts.

At three in the morning, Fang Tian took a call and said to Yang Ming, "Are you ready? Let's depart now."

Yang Ming nodded and was very excited and nervous at the same time.

While it was still dark at night, Fang Tian took Yang Ming to the edge of a cargo terminal on the Song Jiang seaside. This area wasn't far from Yang Dashan's original sand field. On the sea, there were two or three boats that passed by which emitted a little light.

"Come up." Fang Tian pointed to an open container and spoke plainly.

"We're both... entering here?" Yang Ming looked at Fang Tian's direction with a puzzled expression. It was a large container, enough to accommodate several people.

"Yes!" Fang Tian nodded and then opened the container as he said, "Someone will be coming to load the container to the ship later. We'll be transferring from here to Europe."

This is... stowing away? Yang Ming scratched his head. He looked inside the container and saw nothing inside. It was empty. How many days will it take to go from here to Europe?

It seems like I have to stay in this container for a long time. Yang Ming felt helpless thinking about it, but there was no other way. He gritted his teeth and went inside. Fang Tian greeted a man in a black shirt not far away from the container, and the man nodded his head and made an "okay" gesture.

After Fang Tian had also come in, the black-shirted man closed the container with a "ka dang" sound.

"It feels okay, right? There is no electricity here, so we'll have to spend the next few days in the dark." Fang Tian said plainly, "As an assassin, you should also train your adaptability in the dark."

The dark won't cause any problem at all for Yang Ming. The reason was that of the special abilities of his eyes. Anywhere that Yang Ming looked was as if he was looking at it in daylight. Therefore, the training in this area could almost be dismissed.

"Old man, my vision has been pretty good since birth. I can see inside here very clearly!" Yang Ming smiled.

"Yes? How many are these?" Fang Tian extended four of his fingers.

"Four... but now it's three..." Yang Ming said. Because Fang Tian's hand retracted a finger immediately after Yang Ming said 'four.'

"Your eyesight's not bad." Fang Tian nodded with satisfaction. "You have stronger eyesight than mine which had gone through professional training."

"Are there any mats? The ground here is a bit too hard." Yang Ming pointed at his feet and said, "How are we going to sleep?"

"Just sleep like this." Fang Tian said with a blank expression, "A qualified assassin has to adapt to the environment, not change the environment to suit him."

"Okay, okay!" Yang Ming waved his hand and said, "So much nagging. Got it, old man!"

"Sleep. From tomorrow onwards, I'll train you." Fang Tian threw his backpack aside and lay on the floor.

After an unknown period of time, Yang Ming noticed that the container had started moving. He opened his eyes and looked outside. A crane lifted the container and placed it on a dilapidated freighter.

There were various other containers which sandwiched Yang Ming's container underneath. Yang Ming was shocked looking at it. If any accidents happened on this ship, then Fang Tian and I can't even run even if we wanted to!

However, since I'm here, I should settle down. It had become a fact, and there is no other use for worrying. After giving off a rough steam whistle sound, the freighter moved slowly.

Yang Ming also closed his eyes and soon went to sleep.

There weren't any lights or sunlight in the container. It was always dark...