Chương 8: Chapter 08
Chapter 08 : Black Death, Long Aotian
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[ 22 Aug 2024, 11:00 PM ]
[ Frankfurt Airport Germany ]
Various passengers hurried past, dragging suitcases and clutching boarding passes, their faces marked with travel stress.
The chatter never stopped, and the airport was quite busy - after all, this was one of the international hubs famous worldwide.
In the midst of this chaos, a lone figure moved through the crowd like a ninja, smoothly passing through security checks.
To this figure, the bustling throng of travelers was mere background noise, akin to a swarm of gnats easily ignored on his way to catch his flight.
He was wearing a black T-shirt, a pair of black slippers, and Walmart sweatpants. Though his goggles and smartwatch hinted at a lively spirit with their expense, his face retained an air of extreme coldness and ruthlessness.
This man, unmistakably, was Long Aotian.
"Palace Master, do we really have to go there personally? What if we were discovered by the Communist Party? There could be endless trouble for us then," said the man who was dragging the luggage, resembling a humble servant to Long Aotian.
However, if those old monsters from the assassin world were here, they would recognize him as 'Evil Spirit'—a ruthless and evil murderer.
"Who dares to cause trouble for me the moment I set foot inside the Dragon Kingdom? I'll make them bow in submission. Let alone catching me, no one has even seen my true face."
Long Aotian had a humble past, but that's no longer the case.
Ten years ago, he was a normal student at Hanmi University.
But who would have thought that one day, while trying his luck with a girl, he would offend Young Master Mu Xiao of the Mu family?
That incident marked the beginning of his bad luck. Young Master Mu Xiao made his life hell, even threatening to rape his mother.
Scared, Long Aotian ran away from his family, leaving his mother behind.
At that moment, he told his mother he was boarding for America, but in reality, he had applied for slave-like work in the Islamic Empire of the Middle East.
This was humiliating for him, but just when he thought all hope was lost, he encountered his long-dead father, Long Changsheng, and learned that his father wasn't dead all those years- he had left to protect himself and his adoptive mother from enemies when Long Aotian was little.
After learning about his misfortunes, his father taught Long Aotian various skills and opened his path to martial dao.
Within a few years, Long Aotian rose to infamy as 'Black Death' in the assassin world, known for eliminating numerous international political figures and infamous terrorists like Chagdadi.
As for his moniker, Black Death, it was derived from the grim aftermath of his actions. After each kill, the victim's body would blacken in death, a result of his Thousand Poison Hand technique.
Even though everything seemed right for him and he was growing stronger, the lingering feeling of loss was palpable.
Like a lost dog, he always felt homesick and yearned to return home at least once.
Two days ago, his father revealed that Long Aotian had a fiancée waiting for him in China.
Thinking about the figure he had seen in photos, Long Aotian's mouth twitched with a warm smile.
More importantly, this woman is also Mu Xiao's sister. Contemplating the idea of seizing the home of his enemy filled him with thrill and excitement.
At the same time, he felt guilty towards his mother.
But now he had good news for her—her husband was alive. He believed it wouldn't be impossible for his gentle mother to forgive a bastard like him. After all, he was her beloved son.
"Ladies and gentlemen, we are now inviting passengers for Flight LH727 to Hanmi to begin boarding at Gate C23. Please have your boarding passes and passports ready for inspection. Thank you."
Long Aotian glanced up from his thoughts, his eyes narrowing behind the reflective lenses of his goggles. Beside him, his loyal servant, Evil Spirit, stood poised with the luggage, a subtle flicker of anticipation crossing his face.
"Palace Master," Evil Spirit began tentatively, "perhaps there is truth in what you spoke earlier. Returning to China may indeed bring closure to past grievances, and we can also improve the influence of our Aotian palace there."
"Evil Spirit, the past cannot be undone, but vengeance is absolutely possible. I, Long Aotian, will never forgive my enemies. However, we need to be cautious, as that bastard still belongs to my fiancée's family."
Evil Spirit nodded solemnly, his resolve firm. "Yes, Palace Master. I am ready to execute any orders, and I would never overstep my bounds to anger you. You can rest assured."
Soon, they moved through the bustling airport terminal towards Gate C23. At the boarding gate, attendants checked their documents efficiently.
Forty-five minutes later, the flight took off, and Long Aotian's eyes filled with longing and fear; the figure of his mother constantly appeared in his mind.
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[23 Aug 2024, 8:30 AM]
[Hanmi International Airport, Hanmi City, Central China]
Long Aotian and Evil Spirit walked out of the airport, blending seamlessly with the morning crowd. Twenty minutes had passed since their arrival in China, and their unremarkable behavior made it impossible for onlookers to suspect that they were mercenaries who killed for money.
Outside the airport, near the taxi stand, several drivers approached, attempting to coax them into their vehicles.
At present, Long Aotian had two pressing matters: first, visiting his mother and begging for her forgiveness. He even imagined a scene where she would slap him and afterward cry in his arms.
Second, meeting his fiancée. However, since she wasn't going anywhere, coaxing his own mother was more important.
Besides, meeting his future wife without a present didn't feel right to him, so he decided he would ask his mother to help him choose one, but first, he needed to apologize and mend their relationship..
Thus, the decision was made.
"Evil Spirit," Long Aotian said, "rent a hotel room nearby Taiping. I will visit my mother first. If anything happens, you can contact me. Also, inform Old Man Mu Lin that his son-in-law will see him in a few days."
"Understood, Palace Master," Evil Spirit replied. He quickly flagged down a taxi and drove away, understanding that he could not intrude on Long Aotian's reunion with his family. Otherwise, Lord Changsheng would not hesitate to skin him alive.
A few minutes passed, and Long Aotian also looked for a taxi. But his ordinary clothes and slippers, combined with his lack of luggage, made him appear unremarkable, causing drivers to ignore him, assuming he was just a local sweeper boy.
Just as he was about to book a cab online, a feminine voice called out.
"It seems little brother wants to go somewhere. Do you mind if big sister drops you off?"
Hearing this, Long Aotian turned around, feeling a sudden relief.
He saw a small red car, resembling a matchbox, glide to a stop beside him. In the driver's seat sat a mature, beautiful woman, tall and curvaceous.
She wore a loose pink T-shirt and tight blue jeans, with a taxi union coat over her T-shirt.
What caught Long Aotian's eye was her figure. Even in her loose clothing, her prominent chest strained against the fabric. She was very pleasing to the eye, at least better than those male drivers.
"Miss driver, how much would you charge? Also, I don't have cash. Do you take online payments?"
Long Aotian asked, despite his eagerness to reach home.
He had heard countless stories of women gaining trust only to rob poor men, and although this woman was attractive, Long Aotian remained cautious.
Even though he had never experienced the pleasure of yin and yang union, it was not enough to make him easily swayed by beauty.
"For others, the rate is quite high... but for little brother, just three thousand yuan will do. Don't worry, just sit back and let big sister take care of you."
The price was acceptable, considering the distance to his home. Long Aotian opened the door and sat down. The car had only two seats, leaving no room for additional passengers.
"Alright, Miss"
As the female driver pressed the accelerator, she spoke again.
"Little brother, my name is Yan Rong. What should I call you?"
"Long Aotian," he replied, feeling strange as he saw the woman unzipping her shirt's button shamelessly, not even caring about his presence.
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( End of this chapter )
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