章節 22: Chapter 22
In the morning, Wang Haoran and Ning Xueluo had breakfast together.
This time, Ning Xueluo didn't cling to him but sat across from him instead.
Noticing that she hadn't started eating her breakfast but was staring at his face without blinking, Wang Haoran spoke helplessly.
"Luoluo, aren't you hungry?"
"I'm not hungry," Ning Xueluo replied with a calm smile. "I'll just watch you eat!"
Ning Xueluo's expression no longer had the coquettish smile from before; now, it was calm and gentle, fitting her title as "Fairy Luoxue."
Curious, Wang Haoran checked her stats.
[Ning Xueluo: Heroine
Martial Power: 344 (Peak of Transformation, serious injury)
Constitution: 285 (flawless and cold body)
Mental Strength: 271
Favorability: 101]
Sure enough, last night had impacted her physical recovery.
It was unfortunate that Wang Haoran had been unable to obtain any useful medicine for her recently.
However, the "chaos" within her mental state had completely disappeared.
Wang Haoran sighed inwardly. He used to think Ning Xueluo was cold and arrogant, but as someone who'd always been alone, she was actually insecure.
In this life, it was even more severe. No wonder she had displayed that odd behavior—her insecurity and mental confusion had been worse than he imagined.
Fortunately, she was back to normal now.
She no longer expressed her affection through clinginess and coquettishness; instead, she was more reserved.
But the love in her eyes was still too intense to be ignored.
"System, what's with this favorability level of 101? Isn't the highest supposed to be 100?"
[Neither the host nor the system…]
"Stop! Don't say you don't know again!"
[…Ning Xueluo's favorability was 100 before, and now it's increased by 1 point. 100 + 1 = 101. Host, are you satisfied with this explanation?]
"Are you serious?"
[Host, you don't need to overthink it. 101 is 1 point more than 100. In other words, Ning Xueluo loves you a little more than 'till death do us part!']
"Alright, I like that explanation!"
After breakfast, Wang Haoran got up and left the villa. When passing by a side room, he saw Uncle Fu watching a video and knitting a sweater with two needles.
Curious, Wang Haoran asked, "Uncle Fu, what are you doing?"
Though Uncle Fu now appeared to be a kind, elderly man, in his youth, he had been a ruthless figure who made the entire underground world of S City tremble with fear wielding just two machetes.
"Young master!"
Upon seeing Wang Haoran, Uncle Fu immediately stood up. "I'm just practicing the essential skills of a housekeeper."
"...Alright. By the way, any word on that old man you asked Lao Mo to investigate?"
"Not yet. I'll notify Xiao Mo now and ask him to speed it up!" Uncle Fu replied, becoming serious about business.
Wang Haoran didn't seem concerned. "No rush. If you can't find him, it's alright. You can withdraw your manpower."
"I'm heading out. Uncle Fu, take your time... practicing knitting."
Wang Haoran took Ning Xueluo and got into the car.
Since then, Wang Haoran had dismissed the bodyguards and drivers, choosing to handle things himself. After all, the fewer people knew about his plans to deal with the protagonist, the better.
In the car, Ning Xueluo asked curiously, "The old man you mentioned—is he Lin Ming's master?"
"That's right! I was planning to use money and connections to get the authorities involved, but now that I have you, Luoluo, there's no need!"
"Yes, just tell me if there's anything you want me to do!" Ning Xueluo nodded.
Thinking of Lin Ming made Ning Xueluo feel disgusted.
She didn't understand how this lowlife had gotten so lucky, gaining the inheritance of an ancient power. Not only could he turn back time, but he could also see through objects.
Luckily, every time Lin Ming saw her, Wang Haoran had already destroyed his odd vision.
Two of her "sisters," however, hadn't been as lucky.
Thinking of Xia Xiaoyan and Sister Shuang'er, Ning Xueluo sighed, feeling sympathetic.
They had been around Lin Ming long enough that their innocent bodies had been scrutinized by his lustful gaze many times.
However, Ning Xueluo had no way of knowing that Lin Ming had a strict rule of "never spying on heroines." Wang Haoran had deliberately framed him, so the heroines would resent Lin Ming.
As the two talked, Wang Haoran started the car and slowly drove away from the villa.
...
In a detention center in S City.
An old man was making lively gestures while entertaining the surrounding inmates with his tales.
"Let me tell you, when a prominent figure from the Under Laurent family heard I was after him, he gathered more than a hundred men and arrogantly declared that if I dared show up, I wouldn't leave alive!"
"Now, understand, this was the Under Laurent family—their power and wealth span the European continent! Even the kings of the Spanish and Portuguese principalities pay them respect!"
"Those hundreds of men were armed with rifles, machine guns, infrared scopes, rocket launchers—everything, just to protect one man!"
At this, the old man wore a proud expression.
"Yet, on a dark, windy night, I slipped through undetected, and in less than two hours, walked out with the man's head in hand!"
"Wow! That's incredible!" the inmates gasped, then looked at him skeptically.
"Old Yang, isn't this story a bit too exaggerated?"
"Yeah, like last time, when you said there were hundreds of men chasing you, and you still managed to peek at a princess bathing? Quite the story!"
"And the one about hiding under a noble's wife's bed? Also great!"
"This isn't just a story!" the old man protested.
"Ah, yes, of course, it's all your personal experience!"
The inmates half-heartedly agreed, but their expressions grew more doubtful. At his age, they didn't mind that he'd been caught visiting a woman of ill repute, but he clearly loved to brag. The older he got, the bolder his tales seemed.
The old man sighed in resignation.
They were clueless—these stories were his true experiences!
He was the infamous King of Killers!
As for getting caught with a lady of the night, that was merely part of his experience living a mundane life.
Since he'd chosen to live as an ordinary person, he couldn't use his past wealth or any of his exceptional skills.
In fact, he'd altered his appearance and was using a false identity.
After all, with the internet so developed, it would be all too easy for his reputation to be tarnished if he was exposed because of solicitation. His old acquaintances and enemies would be laughing.
The news would undoubtedly spread among the assassin community, and the prestige he had accumulated as the King of Killers would be completely shattered.
He needed to find a time to pass on the title of "King of Killers" as soon as possible.
He thought of his new disciple, Lin Ming.
The young man had impressive talent, incredible perception, and a character that aligned well with his own.
Knowing he'd be released in a few days, the old man resolved to check on Lin Ming's progress.
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