On the other side, a white-haired man directly blocked Lu Ze's path, with a gun holstered on each side of his waist. His tall figure brought Lu Ze a hint of nostalgia.
"Are you the client, sir? You look like that girl's father. What's wrong? Aren't you going to see her?"
Qi Ge Fei said nothing, merely extending his right hand, fingers slightly curled, as if asking for something.
Seeing this gesture, Lu Ze immediately understood. He took out a piece of white paper from his embrace and handed it to the man before him.
"You'd best mind your own business. Regarding you seeing me, it's best not to mention it to my daughter, or you'll understand. And yes, she is my daughter, but you'd best not get any ideas about her either."
As he spoke, he took out a pen from his embrace and quickly signed his name on the white paper. This way, the commission was complete.
"I've noted what you said, but... we'll have a chance to meet again."
Taking the white paper from the other's hand, he flicked his black cloak and quickly left the place.
"A chance to meet again? You brat, you're not thinking of getting ideas about my daughter, are you?"
But he didn't dwell on it. He was merely a passerby in his life; how could it be such a coincidence? That he would become his son-in-law? Impossible, impossible.
With a light leap, he landed on a rooftop and then disappeared from the scene.
He couldn't linger in this city. After all, there were many pursuers behind him, and he didn't want to cause any trouble for his daughter.
On the other side, Lu Ze returned to a dark alley, the familiar way of opening a door, the familiar commission shop, the familiar person.
"Mila, I'm back. Don't tell me you're slacking off again? If this continues, the money in the shop will be stolen, and you won't even know."
His voice echoed in the empty room.
"Kid, do I need you to lecture me? I know my own business. What about you? You've completed the commission, right? You're the ace assassin with a 100% completion rate, don't you dare tarnish my shop's reputation."
A sheet of white paper slammed onto the table. Lu Ze's eyes, at some point, had become fierce, his powerful aura engulfing Mila.
"Uh... please retract your aura. I misspoke."
As the saying goes, a true man knows when to advance and when to retreat. Though she wasn't a true man, she could certainly adapt.
"Alright, the last commission is done. As agreed, you should give me all the commission fees. I'm retiring, done with this line of work. Your ace status will be gone too."
Mila sighed regretfully. This boy had earned her a lot of money. Oh well, let him go. The agreement was fulfilled, and it was time to grant him freedom.
"I've already transferred all the money to your card. Don't worry, it's all clean. Don't fret about the source of this money, use it with confidence. We bid farewell here."
"Mmm, thank you, Sister Mila! Thank you for taking care of me during this time. If I have the chance, I'll come back to see you. I'll be going now."
Watching the boy's departing back, Mila slowly recalled that night, a rainy night, when she had found this child on the street.
In the blink of an eye, he had grown so much. The grown Flying Eagle was ready to spread its wings and soar. Good luck, Lu Ze.
Lu Ze left and went to the forging shop from last time, encountering the same old man.
"You're here. I still have several orders to fulfill before I can make your item. Take it, it's on the table."
Lu Ze nodded and approached the table, picking up the soft armor and examining it carefully. The craftsmanship was still excellent.
"It seems your hands haven't aged. Your skill remains the same. Thanks. You probably won't see me again. I'm going to enjoy a happy retirement."
A flicker of surprise crossed the old man's face. Retirement? No way? The number one ace assassin in Changkong City, the Beggar, retiring just like that?
I haven't retired yet, and you're already retiring. No, no, it seems I need to start considering retirement myself.
Returning to the ground, he checked his bank balance on his phone. It was a neat eight figures, enough to last him a while. He put on the soft armor he was holding, hiding a short sword on his leg.
He felt a thrill just thinking about his future retirement life. After all, he had earned enough money and would no longer have to endure the days of fighting and killing.
He left the dark alley and quickly headed towards a certain place, changing his cloak for a clean set of clothes. Perhaps when one had money, they became more extravagant?
However, that cloak was still kept in his spatial storage.
Not far away stood a tall school, Qianyu Academy. Four large characters were inscribed above. This academy was the aristocratic school of Changkong City, holding great prestige in society.
Many wealthy families sent their children to this academy, which was why most of its students came from affluent backgrounds.
"I wonder where the registration office is? I don't have any identity documents. Can I still register?"
Although Sister Mila had processed an ID card for him, it had been delayed for a long time and hadn't been issued yet. It was unavoidable.
He asked the security guard at the gate and was directed to the academic affairs office, where he quickly found the appropriate teacher.
"You're here to register? Do you have the required documents? Identification card, household registration book..."
The teacher listed a string of documents that almost made Lu Ze's head spin.
"That's the first method of registration. For the second method... we can prepare a corresponding student ID number, identification card, and a series of documents for you. However, it will cost extra. Not much, just one million."
Lu Ze: ...
Is this really okay? Charging me a million outright? I just got my eight figures, and they're already trying to take a piece of it, aren't they?
"Then let's go with the second option. It's only a million, I'll scan it for you."
The teacher cheerfully produced a QR code, and Lu Ze transferred the money directly to her, making her a 500,000 profit.
After everything was sorted, Lu Ze walked out of the academic affairs office, feeling a bit weary. After all, he had to provide his name, gender, and all other detailed information. Sigh, talking too much is tiring.
"Young lady, this is Qianyu Academy, where you'll be attending classes. Would you prefer to board here, or go home? Although master said it's best to go home."
The person addressed as "Young Lady" glanced indifferently at the butler beside her and said,
"Then I'll go home. Please pick me up and drop me off every day. Let's go register quickly."
The ethereal voice made Lu Ze, who was walking out, freeze slightly. That familiar voice...