There are many assassins in the world, but only a few are truly outstanding. Even they wouldn't dare to take on a mission, so anyone else would have to think twice before accepting it, wondering if their own head is really worth that much money.
Therefore, for a long time, this mission became a taboo for all assassins in the world.
Until that day.
An assassin named Shaw appeared out of nowhere and accepted the mission.
He boarded a plane to a small country amidst the stares of his colleagues who looked at him like he was already dead. But the next day, Xiao, who was supposed to become the fourth dried-up human body on the wall in the eyes of the assassins, walked into the door of the thief's house with a head in his hand.
Pique's head.
From then on, Xiao began to make a name for himself in the assassin world, completing several big deals and accumulating a considerable network of connections.
With these connections, Xiao also established an assassin organization that was no less powerful than the Thieves' Guild in just ten years.
The organization's name is Assassin's Hall.
Bhutan – Yanbu.
On one of the streets in a luxury residential area.
The light of a winter dusk falls evenly on the street, and the birdsong adds a touch of languidness.
"Tap, tap."
The extremely light footsteps highlighted the emptiness of the street as a boy in casual clothes lazily walked toward the only hotel on the street with its doors open.
The boy had a gentle smile on his lips, like the bright crescent moon in the deep blue sky at night.
His facial features are beautiful, or perhaps more accurately, they possess a feminine softness, yet he doesn't appear effeminate at all.
This is just one of the Assassin's Hall's outposts.
The Assassins' Hall operates from various locations, with no fixed bases.
It could be a residential house, or it could be an internet cafe in a busy area; either way is fine.
The boy's name was very feminine; it was Qingning (青柠).
Only now, if someone were to pass by, could they tell that the boy was not a boy, but a girl.
It's just that his outfit is too masculine, which can lead to a misjudgment in the first impression.
As Qing Ning entered the hotel, she was already used to the fact that the huge hotel was completely empty.
Stepping into the elevator, he pressed the button for the top floor with his slender fingers. After the elevator arrived, he walked straight into a room at the end of the top-floor corridor.
The room was large, but decorated very simply: two wine glasses filled with red wine sat on a small wooden table, and two ordinary mahogany chairs were placed on either side of the table.
In this simple room, a man with shoulder-length hair stood in front of a floor-to-ceiling window.
With his back to the lime, he seemed to be admiring the scenery of Yanbu, or perhaps deep in thought, which gave the small room an inexplicably serious atmosphere.
Qing Ning curled her lip, already used to the leader's pretentious behavior.
She pulled out a chair, sat down, and slumped back lazily, propping her chin up with her left hand and waving the liquid in her right. She said weakly, "Boss, are you sure you want to talk to me like this?"
Qing Ning moved sluggishly and spoke in a listless tone.
A typical playboy.
Xiao silently evaluated in his mind, shook his head, and said, "I've been waiting for you, but your speed in completing tasks... is much slower than before."
"oh?"
Qing Ning raised her head, which she had been supporting with her hand: "Has the speed slowed down? I didn't notice. Is it because you're getting old, so you're not as sensitive to the flow of time?"
"no."
Xiao frowned, honestly shook his head, and said.
"Really not?"
Lime's lips curled up, a playful smile that wouldn't fade away.
"...I do not have Alzheimer's disease."
Xiao Dingding repeated it.
Are you sure?
Qing Ning looked at the other person with a serious expression.
"..."
A vein popped out on Xiao's forehead. "September! You've started talking too much nonsense again!"
Within the Assassin's Hall organization, the top assassins are ranked in order.
There are people in charge from January to December.
And this person named Qingning is clearly September.
Hahahaha.
Qing Ning laughed and said gleefully, "Can't hold it in anymore, can't hold it in anymore, hahaha. I was just wondering how long you could keep up the act. What, you've already broken down?"
"..."
Xiao looked at the person with shining eyes speechlessly, feeling a throbbing pain in his head.
This September... I only went on one mission, how did it turn out like this?
It's like a fly that keeps buzzing... so noisy.
"Cough cough."
Xiao raised a hand and gently covered his mouth, coughing lightly in an attempt to stop Qing Ning's uncontrollable laughter.
However, the other party did not react at all, so Xiao coughed harder: "Cough cough!"
"ah?"
Qingning finally raised her head and looked over, as if Columbus had discovered the New World, saying, "Hey, boss, you've caught a cold? I knew it was so cold this time of year, and with the cold air hitting Bhutan, it's easy to catch a cold! You have to wear more clothes. But that jerk October was talking nonsense, saying I was being delicate, like a girl. Even though I am a girl... but what she said was really awful! Hey, boss, do you want some medicine? I know a friend, a Chinese guy, who knows some local traditional Chinese medicine doctors. What's that saying again? 'Old Chinese medicine doctors, specialize in curing...'"
"Stop!"
Xiao's head slammed against the table and bounced up and down several times.
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