If there truly exists a child of destiny, then in the world of the Assassin’s League, Wesley is that child of destiny.

In a lifetime, some people become legends, while others are complete losers. If you dig deeper, do you think it’s because you lack ability?

No, your ability is enough, but your genes aren’t!

All roads lead to Rome, but some people are just born in Rome—and damn it, they’re even Roman princes!

The world of the Assassin’s League is one where bloodlines matter. Without the adrenaline bloodline, you can’t become a top assassin. Wesley surpassed what many geniuses achieved in twenty years in just two weeks—who can argue with that?

But Russell isn’t worried at all—he’s got cheats!

Speaking of Wesley, Russell feels it’s necessary to make contact. This kid becomes a god later on; aside from Cross, he’s the most impressive. While he’s still a loser, it’s worth investing in him.

Although doing this might anger Cross, it’s not his fault—just a chance encounter. How could he know Wesley is Cross’s son?

As long as he still has value, Russell decides to have some fun first!

Russell put on his baseball cap and walked out of the factory gate, following the light rail line, searching according to the clues in his memory.

Wesley’s rental apartment was near the light rail, but Russell found that the area was full of old three- to five-story rental buildings; there was supposed to be an ATM next to Wesley’s place, but Russell had already found more than thirty ATMs; Wesley often bought medication to suppress anxiety attacks at a supermarket near his home, but following the light rail, Russell found five supermarkets, each selling that medication.

Russell: “……”

“Well, at least I’m getting familiar with the area. If I get chased, I won’t run into a dead end.”

Looking at the moon rising after sunset, Russell gave up on searching for Wesley. There were too few clues, and even if Wesley appeared in front of him, he might not recognize him.

Because no one said that in this world, Wesley would look exactly like he does in the movie.

As for asking passersby about Wesley’s address, Russell didn’t use that method—he needed a chance encounter.

Hugging a family bucket in his arms, Russell wandered under the streetlights. Suddenly, his phone rang in his pocket.

“Shit, where did you run off to again?”

Russell held the phone a bit farther away—Cross’s roar was so loud it almost shook the wax out of his ears.

“I waited for you at the factory for a long time, then went out to get something to eat. Right now I’m at…” Russell looked around—a supermarket called ‘THE EGG STORE’, with an ATM embedded in the wall next to it.

“All right, as long as you’re alive. No matter where you are, get back to the factory right now. Brotherhood assassins are nearby, so be careful.” Cross hung up after saying this.

Listening to the dial tone, Russell looked at the supermarket not far ahead, and his heart started pounding. His instincts told him this place was about to get dangerous.

“You’re right, I’ll head back now!”

Some things and some people can’t be avoided just because you want to. Just as Russell turned to leave, gunshots suddenly rang out from the supermarket.

After an explosion, a scruffy young man in a dark blue jacket ran out in a panic.

Russell leaned against the wall, eyes locked on the scruffy youth. Although his face was a bit different from what he remembered, his instincts told him this was Wesley.

Screech!

The harsh sound of tires echoed in Russell’s ears as Cross drove a pet transport van out of the alley, slamming the brakes and stopping next to Russell.

“Fcuk, what are you doing here?” Cross was dumbfounded—what a coincidence.

Russell shrugged without saying a word, took a bite of chicken from the family bucket, making his meaning clear.

Of course I’m here to eat—what else would I be doing!

Meanwhile, Wesley, running blindly, dashed into a parking lot and was picked up by a flashy red sports car.

Dodge Viper SRT-10!

The tradition of American sports cars is to go all out on displacement, and the SRT-10 is the epitome of that—an 8.4-liter engine with 600 horsepower, bigger displacement, more power, more torque, like a fierce viper on the attack.

Russell nodded repeatedly as he watched. “That’s a great car. What do you think?”

Cross rolled his eyes and dragged Russell into the car. “You drive—don’t lose them… uh, how’s your driving?”

“Just average. I’ll floor the gas and leave the rest to fate!”

“What!?”

“Buckle up and obey traffic laws—we’re hitting the road…” Russell fastened his seatbelt, his eyes suddenly sharp as he floored the accelerator.

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Cross swallowed nervously and instinctively buckled his seatbelt. He could feel a powerful, intimidating aura from Russell—the kind only someone at the top of their field possesses.

This guy’s a pro!

Chapter 10: People who have never seen the great grasslands have no idea that paradise is actually green

Wesley!