Qin Yexuan was indeed less than ten centimeters behind her, like a shadow clinging to bones, or a phantom, sending chills down her spine.
"You're somewhat clever," the man's voice sounded in her ear.
The female assassin turned and knelt with a thud, her hands frantically gesturing for mercy.
She was, in fact, mute.
Qin Yexuan's eyes flickered. "Do you know the number one Southeast Asian assassin, Mute Demon?"
The female assassin's eyes widened, and she gestured: "He's my senior brother."
Qin Yexuan nodded. "Then you may live."
He turned away. The female assassin now fully understood her fate and obediently followed, all thoughts of escape gone.
Back in the cell, Qin Yexuan retrieved a notebook and pen from the female guard.
"Write it yourself. I want all information about your organization. And the name of whoever hired you for this assassination."
The female assassin began to write without a word.
"We are a professional assassin organization. Our leader is Yuan Tianci. Our front is 'International Funeral Services'."
International Funeral Services, on the surface, handled funeral matters worldwide. In reality, it was a formidable assassin group specializing in all sorts of assassination missions.
Qin Yexuan looked on. "Who hired you?"
"The one who paid for the assassination, I don't have any information. I only know they are from the Long family of Great Xia!"
The Long family of Great Xia!
Qin Yexuan's eyes trembled.
He raised his hand and clapped. The paper turned to ash.
Then, he presented a card to the female assassin. "Take this card, find Mute Demon, and go to the Sheng Hai Hotel. You'll be safe there."
The female assassin still looked skeptical. The organization wouldn't let her go, and even her senior brother, Mute Demon, might not escape death.
Though he was formidable, could he truly contend with the organization?
But with a sliver of hope, she accepted the card and left quickly.
Qin Yexuan took out his phone and dialed a number.
On the other end, an aged voice responded excitedly, "Is that the God of Slaughter? Boss God of Slaughter? The eight of us have waited sixty years for you. Some of our old brothers have died, some have emigrated, only four remain. Old Third is now bedridden with a stroke..."
The old man seemed to have endless words. Qin Yexuan interrupted him, "From this moment on, the security measures at Sheng Hai Hotel are fully activated! The four of you wait for me at the hotel. Oh, and bring Old Third over. I'll take a look at his condition when I get back."
The mysterious old man on the phone wept, "We'll go immediately! Ah, how many years has it been, your voice still sounds so young, sir."
Qin Yexuan sighed and hung up.
He didn't want to disturb the peaceful lives of those old men.
Sixty years ago, they had followed the God of Slaughter, dominating Hong Kong. Later, they each controlled power in Hong Kong, thinking they could live in peace and enjoy their twilight years.
Who would have thought that the name of the God of Slaughter would ultimately have to be invoked.
Qin Yexuan took out a mask and put it on, then went to the bedside to check on Ning Shuang.
Fortunately, all her vital signs were normal.
However...
Qin Yexuan quickly unbuttoned her clothes, revealing her fair white abdomen, and saw the shocking burn mark.
He could no longer consider the gender difference. For a young woman to have a scar, especially in this location, would be worse than death.
"It will require several types of herbs, massage to clear stagnation, and later conditioning to fully recover."
Some acupoint needling techniques could also be effective, but they were too aggressive and could have side effects.
Qin Yexuan's fingers pressed down slowly, gently massaging.
He shifted his gaze to the side, not daring to apply too much force, as this child Ning Shuang had grown up and was now a mature young woman, no longer the timid tomboy she once was.
Huh?
Su Ningshuang slowly woke up.
Her first sensation was that someone was touching her all over.
She was greatly alarmed and struggled desperately.
"Don't move. If you don't want to be left with a scar, then behave."
The familiar, deep voice came.
Damn it, it was that masked stranger.
Su Ningshuang opened her eyes and saw that her clothes were disheveled, and this stranger was touching her everywhere.
Yet, she felt as if she was immobilized, her fingers unable to move.
Su Ningshuang gave up struggling, her eyes filled with furious killing intent. "I can't resist now, but if you give me a chance, I will kill you. No one can treat me like this."
"Ningshuang, I'm helping you heal your wound." Qin Yexuan was helpless.
Su Ningshuang's eyes trembled upon hearing this familiar address, but she became even more furious. "You could have taken me to the hospital, or hired a private doctor. Aren't you very rich? Why are you deliberately doing this to me?"
Qin Yexuan, wearing the mask, shook his head. "Hospitals in Hong Kong are not safe, and a private doctor would be too slow. You have sensitive skin, and this electric burn, if not treated properly, will leave a scar."
He continued to massage, offering no further explanation.
Su Ningshuang's face was filled with shame and anger, still suspecting he was deliberately taking advantage of her.
But then she saw her wound, the radiating spiderweb-like marks, and immediately believed him.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know you were..."
"Shh, it'll be over soon. You need to rest."
Qin Yexuan, beneath the mask, broke out in a sweat. Thankfully, it was over.
He turned his back. "Get dressed and come with me."
"What about my case?" Su Ningshuang quickly fastened her buttons, becoming less shy. "This matter must be settled."
Buzzzzz, Qin Yexuan's phone vibrated.
He opened his dedicated line and received the latest information.
"The accounts of the Gao Yao family have all been unfrozen. It was Hong Kong that used its authority. He is currently hosting a private banquet on the Princess Alice cruise ship to celebrate. Also, latest intelligence: Gao Tian died during transit!"
They say even a tiger doesn't eat its cubs, yet this Gao Yao had unhesitatingly killed his own son.
Just to protect himself.
Heh, he was certainly ruthless.
Qin Yexuan let out a cold laugh. "Looks like I need to make another trip to the port."