After I Tried to Kill Him 99 Times, He Smiled and Handed Me the Knife

Bo Yancheng, the capital’s most powerful young heir, was always seen fingering his Buddhist prayer beads. Gentle and otherworldly, he was hailed as a living Bodhisattva beyond anyone’s reach.

Only Wen Jin knew that this man was a complete madman, and the mastermind behind his family’s ruin.

To take revenge, Wen Jin disguised himself as a docile hunting dog and spent eight years lying low at Bo Yancheng’s side. He secretly planned ninety-nine assassinations, but each one was effortlessly thwarted.

At last, on the night of his twentieth birthday, Wen Jin succeeded.

Watching the man who had always stood above him collapse in a pool of blood, Wen Jin erased every trace of what he had done and fled, leaving everyone to believe he was dead.

Three years later, Wen Jin was cornered by his enemies in an underground black market.

The crowd suddenly parted. The man who should have been dead appeared slowly in a wheelchair, the prayer beads in his hand replaced by a cold silver chain.

With bloodied fingers, Bo Yancheng stroked Wen Jin’s terrified, deathly pale cheek. He smiled with a tenderness that was utterly deranged.

“Baby, that knife missed by three inches. You’ve been running for three years. Had enough fun?”

Only then did Wen Jin understand that the most skilled hunters often appear to be prey.

That deadly assassination had been nothing more than a ten-year trap, laid by the man to clip his wings for good!

As the stray dog was driven to tears, the Buddhist devotee finally tore off his disguise.

“If you can’t kill me, then stay here in hell with me.”