While Bei Jie and Pu Si Qinglan were locked in a fierce battle in front, Yu Sheng Nan, sitting in a chair behind them, was watching with great interest.

After all, who wouldn't enjoy watching two women fight?

Just be gentle.

Although Pu Siqinglan's moves are a bit ruthless, Sister Bei is not someone to be trifled with.

After playing around for a while, Sister Bei's eyes sharpened, and she instantly exerted her strength, delivering a heavy knee strike directly to Pu Siqinglan's abdomen.

This knee strike was incredibly fast and incredibly powerful.

Yuzuru Hanyu couldn't help but gasp.

With a muffled thud, Pu Siqinglan's face turned ashen, and she bent over in pain as if all her strength had been drained from her body.

Her legs buckled, and she half-knelt on the ground, clutching her abdomen tightly with both hands. Large beads of sweat instantly appeared on her forehead and slid down her cheeks, making her look extremely painful.

"Can we have a proper chat now?"

Vermouth gracefully patted her knee, a faint smile playing on her lips, and stared at Pu Siqinglan with an undeniable air of authority, asking her question.

Pu Siqinglan gritted her teeth, enduring the excruciating pain in her abdomen, and struggled to lift her head, her face filled with anger and resentment.

Just as Sister Bei tilted her head slightly, wondering if she had gone too far, Pu Siqinglan suddenly turned to face Yusheng Nan.

This movement intensified the pain in her abdomen, and she couldn't help but frown, but quickly regained her composure.

"Mr. Yuzuru, I was being rude just now. I think we can have a good talk now, as long as we want!" Pu Siqinglan's voice trembled slightly, as the pain continued to assault her body.

Her expression was unusually sincere, and her eyes even carried a hint of ingratiation, like a child who had made a mistake and was eager to seek forgiveness.

His beautiful gray eyes stared unblinkingly at Yuzuru Nanami, clear and unwavering, showing no trace of his previous unruly demeanor.

Sister Bei was stunned for a moment, then chuckled, clapped her hands, and walked towards Yuzuru Hanyu.

"Heh~ Sister Bei, her personality is really similar to yours..."

Yuzuru also found it somewhat amusing. Seeing Bei Jie walking over, he moved aside to make room for her.

He seemed to have seen this scene of "a wise man submits to circumstances" before.

And these were all things done by the two people in front of me.

“That’s different,” Sister Bei tilted her head slightly, her thoughts drifting back to the scene when she first met Yuzuru Hanyu, “I was the one who did it personally, Master!”

Hmm... I also throw a little faster than others.

"You're quite proud of yourself..." Yu Shengnan looked at Bei Jie's proud face and sighed helplessly.

Is this something that can be used for comparison?

Yu Shengnan thought to himself that Bei Jie's way of thinking was really peculiar at times, like a capricious stream that always flowed in unexpected directions.

"Of course~ It's my honor~" A gentle look flashed in Vermouth's eyes.

It was an emotion that came from the depths of his heart, and it was only revealed when he was facing Nanami Hanyu.

If it weren't for the boy in front of her, she doesn't know when her free life would have come.

She was once trapped in that dark and oppressive world, bound by various rules and constraints. It was her young master who shone into her life like a ray of light, giving her freedom and hope she had never known before.

Thinking this, Sister Bei looked down at the immortal totem hanging on her snow-white chest, then naturally sat down next to Yuzuru, and stretched out her fair fingers to curiously fiddle with the flames burning on the chair.

It has warmth, but it won't cause harm.

Watching Bei Jie having so much fun playing with fire like a little kid, Yuzuru raised an eyebrow.

Playing with fire can easily lead to bedwetting.

I should check on Sister Bei tonight and see if the old saying is really true.

He looked at Pu Siqinglan, who was still kneeling on the ground, and said in a calm tone, "Miss Qinglan, we know your identity very well. As for what we want to talk to you about..."

"What is it?" Pu Siqinglan couldn't help but interject.

She had now realized her current predicament; these two people in front of her were definitely not someone she could handle.

As an assassin, in this situation, you have to agree to whatever the other party asks for; survival is the most important thing.

Yu Shengnan looked Pu Siqinglan up and down, his gaze lingering on her for a moment before he casually asked, "Why aren't you wearing a cheongsam today?"

"A cheongsam?" Pu Siqinglan was taken aback, not understanding why this topic had come up, but she still explained, "Because... we're going to take action today, and it's inconvenient to carry too much equipment in a cheongsam."

As she spoke, she gestured to the two guns and some magazines lying on the ground.

These equipment items are essential for operations, but the tight-fitting design and lack of storage space of the cheongsam make it impossible to meet the needs of carrying them.

"Understood!" Yuzuru nodded, indicating his understanding.

The cheongsam is more suitable as an attack speed item; it's really not appropriate to wear it when you're focusing on movement.

He continued, "Miss Qinglan, the reason we came to you today is to ask you to help us make a few cheongsams."

Yuzuru's voice was calm, as if it were the most normal thing in the world.

"???"

Pu Siqinglan almost thought she had misheard, but seeing Yu Shengnan's serious expression, she had no choice but to accept this cruel fact.

You got beaten up, and afterwards someone told you they were there to ask you to do some work!

Pu Siqinglan was internally ranting and raving.

Who asks for help like that?!

"Hit someone first, then talk business—what kind of twisted logic is that?"

"Ahem, the main problem is that Miss Qinglan ran off as soon as we met, before I could even finish speaking." Yu Shengnan looked at Pu Siqinglan's face, which was turning red and then pale, and knew what she was thinking. He shrugged and said innocently, "I already said I wanted to chat for a bit..."

Pu Siqing took a deep breath, trying hard to suppress the urge to curse.

She looked up and gave a forced smile, trying to keep her voice calm: "Of course, Mr. Yuzuru, what style of cheongsam would you like, and what size? I'll make it for you as soon as I get back."

When you're under someone's roof, you have to bow your head!

...

Everything is progressing smoothly.

After witnessing how Hanyu Nan simply waved his fiery red folding fan, instantly engulfing the entire castle in flames, Pu Si Qinglan wisely expressed her submission.

The scene was so shocking that it had a profound impact on the child.

She was a smart woman; she knew that seeing this scene meant there were only two paths she could take.

It's either live or die.

She herself has committed many acts of murder to silence witnesses.

"Miss Qinglan, our cooperation will be very pleasant. This is my welcome gift to you." Yu Shengnan smiled with satisfaction and casually tossed her a small protective shield ball.