Chapter 1135
Getting personal revenge wasn’t as important to Abder as preventing people who attacked him in the streets from doing the same to people who were more likely to die. Not that he was all that far from death himself, but even with what happened to him he had a good bit more life in him than many. As a higher stage cultivator, he felt it was his responsibility to act.
There were a few more incidents that occurred later that day, but once people were mobilized to act it seemed to send the culprits into hiding. Tracking them down would take some time, but it would be pretty much impossible to completely disappear. What were they going to do, flee the city? As Abder could easily point out… it wasn’t great out there. And they wouldn’t have any way to go to Unov or New Ibbore.
It was an exhausting day making sure everything was in place. All he wanted to do was go home and collapse in his bed.
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Without a sound, a thin stiletto stabbed through the top sheet of a bed, piercing skin, muscle, and bone until it went through the heart and out by the spine. Abder clutched his heart. That was brutal.
Good thing it wasn’t him. It was a waste of good bed sheets, but the one who died wouldn’t be missed. It was his allies’ own fault, though he hadn’t really been useful to either side since he wasn’t really in the know about anything and unwilling to give it up regardless. Both so that he would feel more like Abder and to prevent him from causing trouble, his energy had been suppressed by binding shackles.
The assassin had been a bit careless, still. No doubt she had already noticed how easily punctured her target was, though she might not know that consciousness didn’t change that. Abder took his first step towards her at the same time as his first breath in ten minutes- the assassin had been skulking around for a while. He would also have to replace his closet door, but opening it would be too slow. The high speed splinters might harm the would-be assassin if he was lucky.
Even in the dim light, Abder recognized her, in the way he could picture most of the strongest cultivators in the city. This woman was Jaya’s distant cousin, friend, or important lackey of some sort. She hadn’t been around during the incident, and she hadn’t had any sustainable causes brought against her so she’d made it through.
Isi, if Abder remembered correctly, though this was no time for introductions. He wasn’t good at kicks, so he wasn’t that surprised that even with his speed he went right over her head. In turn, she stabbed him in the back of the knee. It clearly didn’t go as deep as she would like, but she snapped her stiletto away before Abder could clutch his knee around her weapon and pull it away.