...
Shen Sixing was incredibly efficient. He took his child out in the morning and had already finished the mission by the afternoon.
After leaving the hotel, he had someone notify the employer to verify the results.
"Dead?"
The youth put down his phone, his feelings complicated after receiving the message from Archives.
He had thought he would have to wait a long time, at the very least.
He had even prepared himself for the possibility of being scammed.
After all, who knew if this so-called assassin organization was just blowing hot air?
He hadn't expected them to be this efficient.
He picked up his phone and looked at the message they sent again...
Just two words: "Mission accomplished."
He only glanced at the attached photo before closing it. The image was too clear—so clear that it made his stomach churn.
As expected of an ace, perhaps?
The youth suppressed his joy. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and brewed his emotions, forcing his expression into one of deep sorrow and grief. He needed to press his lips together, but not too tightly, or it would look like he was trying to hold back laughter.
He checked himself in the mirror.
He felt his performance was pretty good.
After all, in everyone's eyes, he was a grieving nephew who had just lost his uncle.
He had to appear heartbroken enough, otherwise the people waiting to watch the drama unfold would get suspicious.
The deceased was a man of great background—a major shareholder of a financial syndicate with countless ties to other wealthy families. Under deliberate manipulation, the bizarre death of such a prominent figure in a hotel blew up into a massive scandal that very same day.
When the youth arrived at the hotel, the lobby was packed with police and reporters. The building was completely surrounded, sealed off by three layers of yellow and black police tape.
Shen Sixing had also brought his daughter to the front row to aggressively spectate his own masterpiece, only to spot the sucker who had paid for his daughter's meal earlier.
Shen Sixing couldn't help but sigh. It really was a small world.
Standing outside the police tape, Shen Yi immediately started biting her hand nervously upon seeing that familiar-looking youth.
The youth was facing the media, tearfully recounting his uncle's tragic death with a face full of sorrow.
Shen Yi, meanwhile, was lost in thought.
Not long ago, he had paid her bill.
And right after that, her dad had killed this sucker's uncle.
Shen Yi screamed silently in her heart, staring in the youth's direction.
Then, she noticed that his gaze seemed to sweep over towards them as well.
She hurriedly tugged at Shen Sixing's clothes. "Dad, he's so pitiful. He kindly paid for my meal, and you killed his uncle."
It was a real-life version of the Farmer and the Viper.
And unfortunately, she and her dad were the viper.
Shen Sixing's tone was unreadable. "He isn't pitiful. He's the one who placed the order. You can ask him for more orders in the future; with his family background, he'll probably have quite a few enemies down the line."
"He placed it?" Shen Yi's voice pitched up, and she quickly covered her mouth.
"Yeah." He nodded, looking down at her with a faint smile and speaking in an earnest tone. "In the future, you can get to know more of these... unlucky fools with lots of enemies."
"That way, they can boost your sales performance, Xiao Yi."
Shen Yi: "..."
Was that how it was? So that sucker wasn't just a sucker, but potentially a long-term client?
Her expression shifted over and over.
It was simply too spectacular.
When the youth caught a glimpse of the people in the front row of the perimeter and saw her, he also raised an eyebrow slightly. He felt that the world might truly be a bit small, to actually run into these two at the scene of his uncle's murder.
At this thought, the corners of his lips curled up slightly.
Facing the flashing cameras, he realized his expression was wrong, quickly suppressed it, and swapped it for a look of absolute devastation.
After expressing his heartache over his uncle's murder and condemning the killer in front of the media, he finally managed to break away, getting into a car and returning to his residence.
On the way, he thought about the girl he had encountered three times now.
It was too coincidental.
Once was a coincidence, twice was an accident... but three times?
He had also noticed when he got out of the car earlier that someone in the back had gotten into a minor conflict with his bodyguards.
The one who got physical was a woman, and standing right behind that fierce woman were this father and daughter.
He couldn't help but feel that their whole family was very strange.
Rather than intuition, it was more that he was driven by curiosity after three chance encounters.
This compelled him to call a friend he hadn't contacted in a long time.
After the call connected.
The other person let out an "Ah," dragging out the end of the syllable. "Sui Ning? Why are you contacting me?"
The voice was lazy and listless, like a cat half-comatose from basking in the sun.
Before Sui Ning could speak and ask him to look into someone, the friend on the other end gleefully spoke up again:
"Oh right, right! Let me tell you something. Not long ago, my best friend died!!"
