Chapter Seventeen: The Mysterious Classification Method

  "Football, this is a specific term used to describe a woman's breasts. For example, if they are very flat, like yours, no, flatter than yours, I mean if a woman has a chest as flat as a mirror, it's called Wangzi Xiaomantou or Taiping Gongzhu; if they are very small, like yours, maybe even smaller than yours, I'm saying very small but still a little bit, it's called an egg; if they're a bit bigger, like yours, then it's called an apple...... Don't pull out your dagger, I made a mistake, please don't get angry, I know you're a man, but I need someone to make comparisons with, okay, I won't use you as an example..."

  "Is that bigger than an apple? That's a soccer ball!" The bright-eyed thief held the dagger to Yueyang's neck, his furious expression ready to slaughter him at any moment.

  "There are many more kinds that are bigger than apples, don't you think you lack research in this area? On top of apples, there's also pears, melons, and coconuts, and only then comes volleyball and football, which are divided into many types. This is all knowledge, I wouldn't tell just anyone!" Yuyang classmate put on an air of scholarship.

  "That makes sense!" The mercenaries in the house heard this and all praised Yueshang's "Breast Classification Method".

  Although they didn't understand what Wangzi Xiaomantou, volleyball and football were, they also felt that the arrangement from small to large was very vivid and accurate, with a strong sense of imagery, making it easy for people to remember. It seems that this little thief named Titan has done some in-depth research on women's breasts. Yuyang classmate listened, proudly, just like a great scholar presenting his unique academic theory in front of thousands of students at the academy.

  With great difficulty, Ming Mou suppressed the urge to stab this little guy to death with a dagger. He stepped on Yue Yang's foot and slammed the form into his hand before turning around and leaving.

  Yue Yang hastily threw the form in front of the bald old man, paid the money, received the Mercenary Star Medal, and then Bright Eyed Thief.

  "Brother, I'm inviting you to drink, listen to me, that chick's breasts are really big... Ah, she ran away quickly, just one look and you can tell she's a shy and unexplored little thing!" By the time Yue Yang chased out of the door, the bright-eyed thief had already disappeared like a wisp of smoke.

  It's as if it never existed at all.

  As Yueyang whistled and swaggered away, the bright-eyed thief suddenly appeared in the darkness, holding a gleaming dagger, and several times thought of flying towards Yueyang's back, but finally endured.

  Bright eyes thief rushed towards Yueyang's back, lightly spat a mouthful, and disappeared in an instant.

  Facing the gentle evening breeze, Yueyang's face was full of smiles.

  He laughed very happily, with a brilliant smile.

  Shiroishi Castle, Assassins' Guild.

  Like all assassin guilds in the world, the Assassin Guild of White Stone City also gave people a gloomy and terrifying feeling. Although there were lights inside, they were only as big as beans, giving people an illusion that the light would go out at any moment. The dimness of the light was not just a lack of brightness, but rather a kind of eerie gloom. Yue Yang pushed open the door lightly and entered, his expression slightly surprised when he saw the environment inside.

  In the Assassin's Guild, apart from an old man named Mai who was sleeping at a low table, there was no one else.

  Ma Yee's hair was completely white, he hunched over the table, his body looked exceptionally thin and frail, a picture of weakness and decay.

  Of course, if one only looks at the surface, this wind-blown old man in a hemp garment can be blown down by a gust of wind, or he might fall asleep while leaning on his desk and never wake up again. But in Yueyang's eyes, he has another strange feeling, having reached the realm of innate mastery, possessing the mysterious three styles and the sword energy that breaks through all forms, even if ambushed, it is extremely likely that one cannot defeat this old man who seems to be on his last breath... In Yueyang's heart, this hemp-clothed old man is more terrifying than a sleeping lion, feeling like a dormant giant dragon!

  "Hello, I'm here to sign up for the Assassin's Guild." If his politeness in the Mercenary Guild was put on, this is genuine respect.

  "Young man, being an assassin is a bloody and violent profession. Are you really prepared for it?" The old man slowly raised his head, his appearance was ordinary, with wrinkles all over his face. An average person would not notice him even if they met him ten times on the street, let alone remember his looks.

  He looked at Yueyang with those dull and dim old eyes.

  Yuexiang tried his best to remain calm and composed, controlling his breathing, and even managed a smile in his bright eyes.

  Although he couldn't see through the old man in hemp clothing, Yueyang discovered that the old man was also observing him, proving that he too couldn't see through himself...

  Yueyang's gaze naturally met the old man Ma Yi's stare, and with a smile in his eyes, he replied: "Young people always yearn for bloodshed and violence, don't they?"

  The old man in the cloak lowered his eyelids, neither agreeing nor disagreeing, and said indifferently: "Joining the Killer's Guild doesn't require money, filling out forms, or identification. But it does require a test. You can choose a written exam or a martial arts exam."

  "What is Wen Ce? What is Wu Ce?" Yue Yang was indeed puzzled. As an assassin, do you still need to take a literary test? This isn't a college entrance exam!

  "The written test is to answer some questions about killing techniques; the martial test is to kill people directly. If you want to join, before dawn, go to the Black Mountain fifty miles outside the city and bring back a head of one of the mountain bandits." As soon as the old man in hemp clothing finished speaking, Yue Yang hastily shook his head and waved his hand, indicating that he wanted to take the written test.

  Killing people is no big deal for Yue Yang.

  In the eyes of Long Teng, everyone in this continent except for Mei, Hei Yi and Xiao Yatou were just like NPCs in a game. Killing them wouldn't bring any guilt. Moreover, he had originally come out to take down a few bounty hunters who had been wanted by their enemies after committing murder, testing his own strength while cultivating the growth of Tuo Jian Ci Hua at the same time.

  However, classmate Yueyang is very lazy.

  He had him rush overnight, run fifty miles outside the city, climb a mountain, kill a mountain bandit, and hurry back with someone's head.

  He won't do it!

  If he didn't want to get on the Killer's Guild's special 'Revenge Pursuit' list, Yue wouldn't have come to a place like the Killer's Guild in the first place.

  The Assassin's Guild is different from the Mercenary Guild. The people here are often truly powerful, and the longer you stay in this place, the easier it is for your identity to be exposed.

  "If you had to kill someone, and in front of you were a sharp sword, a powerful war beast, and a blank sheet of paper, which would you choose as your tool for the deed?" asked the old man in the hemp garment.

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