Facing her gaze, he smiled and said, “What’s the matter? Don’t you understand? It’s because you said you found the dress beautiful. Without hesitation, he went up there.”
Su Qiuge remained silent because what he said was true. Han Ming raised an eyebrow and continued, “In the past, people like us who lived in the darkness would never meddle in such sunny matters, especially not in such attention-seeking events. If someone noticed, it would mean endless danger for us.”
After all, as an assassin, the more ordinary and inconspicuous, the safer. The more prominent one is, the easier it is to be remembered, and that means more failure.
Su Qiuge lowered her eyes and whispered, “I understand. Please don’t say anymore.” Han Ming saw her disappointed expression and smiled, “But if I were you, I would probably choose to go back. After all, living a life of being hunted and wandering with someone who lives by the blade is far from the comfortable and indulgent life in the palace.”
Su Qiuge remained silent and ignored him, shifting her gaze to the platform.
However, she couldn’t deny that what these people said made sense. The man from the escort agency did look intimidating with his muscular body and two sharp knives that seemed to have been stained with blood. Xie Xinglin standing there indeed formed a stark contrast with him. Looking at it this way, it did seem a bit precarious…
As she heard the people around her becoming more outrageous in their comments, even saying what if this person accidentally got killed by Lin, she couldn’t help but be influenced by their words and grew worried. The escort agency’s Lin, seeing his appearance, found it quite amusing and laughed before saying, “Young man, are you up here to make a joke?”
Xie Xinglin ignored him and instead slowly drew out the sword at his side.
His indifference and complete disregard for himself clearly offended Lin, and he didn’t want to exchange any pleasantries with him anymore. He directly lifted the two big knives in his hands and swung them towards Xie Xinglin.
He aimed the attack at the area where the mask covered Xie Xinglin’s face, intending to cut through the mask with the knife’s momentum and see what this person, who wore a mask in broad daylight, was up to. However, this person’s agility was far better than he had anticipated. He dodged the swing by tilting his body to the side. While evading, the red hem of his clothes fluttered. Before Lin could react, the masked person thrust his sword towards him.
The sword resounded with a clang, carrying a dazzling cold light as it stabbed towards him, filled with a chilling intent to kill. Lin’s pupils contracted, and he couldn’t help but take two steps back under the pressure.
After retreating a few steps, he finally had a clear view of the person in front of him.
The person wore a half-faced fox mask that accentuated their delicate jawline. At first glance, they resembled those wealthy and noble young masters who frequented the capital. But they also exuded a sense of coldness. Originally calm and cold, the sword they held emitted a cold radiance. The originally enchanting red attire now carried a hint of a murderous aura.
Just as Lin was contemplating, the person swiftly moved like a ghost and closed in on him. Their movements were so fast that it was difficult to see clearly. Seeing this, beads of cold sweat formed on Lin’s forehead, and then a gust of cold wind swept over his head, narrowly avoiding it.
Having experienced many storms and fought with bandits and outlaws, Lin was accustomed to living on the edge and licking blood from the blade. Seeing this swordplay, he knew that this masked person was extraordinary. Their swordsmanship was not flashy but carried a natural and inherent intent to kill in almost every strike.
They seemed more like a natural-born assassin who would stop at nothing to achieve their goal.
The people below the platform reacted slightly slower than Lin, initially thinking that Lin would easily defeat the masked person with a single move. However, they were surprised to see the back-and-forth exchange between the two.
Su Qiuge, watching from below, was also astonished. It seemed that the masked person noticed her gaze and turned their eyes slightly, meeting her gaze for a moment. A flicker of black chill flashed in the eyes behind the mask.
It seemed like she had waited for him for too long.
With that thought, his aura instantly changed. At that moment, a terrifying killing intent erupted.
The killing intent emanating from him had always been restrained and even carried a hint of playfulness. This sudden change overwhelmed Lin with pressure, and more cold sweat formed on his face.
With years of experience, he could sense that if he couldn’t dodge this attack—
he might very well die.
But this time, the person’s movements were even faster and more rapid. Their magnificent red robe fluttered as they descended like a red butterfly. Between the flickers of cold light, the sword was also closing in. Lin, unable to match the speed, could only watch as the sword approached his face. Just as he thought that he would meet his end today, the sword suddenly stopped, stopping just a breath away from his nose.
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