Chapter 790 The Legendary Assassin
"...Only you are capable—the legendary Sixth," the man said with a smile.
"I'm not..." Aly quickly denied.
"Also," the man said, noncommittal, "you haven't contacted me for three days, and today you've completely lost touch! You should know that what you're seeing now are actually targets accumulated from three commissions."
"Be...because my phone is broken," Aly explained.
"That only broke today, didn't it?"
...After a moment of silence, Aly said, "The past two days, I was going out with classmates, so I didn't have time..."
Her "part-time job" could not be known by others after all, so when there were other people around, Aly couldn't even answer the phone.
"Damn it! Just because of that?" The man couldn't help but curse when he heard this reason. "Those smelly girls are just using you as a wallet, aren't they? Even if you don't want to get rid of them, at least stay away from them!"
"I can't do it." Aly's expression grew even gloomier. "I've already been entangled. If I resist them, my situation will become even more difficult..."
"Alright, alright..." The man helplessly threw up his hands in surrender. "I can't understand your thought process, but just don't delay the work."
Similar topics had been brought up before, but each time Aly would refuse to change the status quo for reasons he couldn't understand. Over time, the man gave up trying to persuade her.
The man walked towards the door: "You already know the mission. If there's nothing else, I'll head back, okay? Remember to contact me promptly if you need any support."
..."Oh."
Hearing the response from the bathroom, the man shrugged: "Good luck."
...
"My informant died," Terestina said casually, as if she were merely commenting on the flavor of the coffee in front of her.
"Huh?" Lin Wuming didn't react for a moment, or rather, he didn't know how to respond.
Should he ask why? Express regret? Or show some anger?
"Well, speaking of an informant, he was just an information broker who worked for money," Terestina said, shaking a candy box in her hand, making a rattling sound. "We had an appointment to meet this morning, but he never showed up. When I went to look for him, I found him dead in his own stairwell."
"So...you suddenly called me out just to tell me this?" Lin Wuming asked.
"Although someone dying is indeed a tragedy, but..." Lin Wuming asked, confused, "What does this have to do with me?"
"He was an information broker," Terestina explained. "I hired him to investigate Kihara Gensei's information—if I say it like that, you should understand, right?"
Lin Wuming suddenly realized. An information broker investigating Kihara Gensei suddenly dying, no wonder Terestina specifically contacted him.
"Cause of death?"
"Scared to death," Terestina said.
"Huh?"
"The autopsy result was sudden death due to heart rate arrhythmia, suspected heart attack, but the person had no history of heart disease," Terestina explained. "Moreover, his expression was horrified, as if he had experienced something extremely terrifying in the last moments before his death. So I concluded he was scared to death."
"This..." Lin Wuming's expression became even more subtle.
"Undoubtedly, Kihara Gensei made a move," Terestina said. "This is his counterattack and warning."
Although she appeared calm and composed, completely unfazed, Terestina was actually getting nervous.
Pouring a bright yellow candy from the candy box, Terestina stared at it for a while before popping it into her mouth.
The statement "Kihara Gensei launched a counterattack" was actually just her speculation.
But precisely because such a possibility existed, Terestina still felt uneasy and rushed to inform Lin Wuming at the first opportunity.
...
Aly returned to her apartment. Thanks to the efforts of the renovation company, the corridor, which had been a mess yesterday, was now completely new, and the lock on her door had also been replaced.
It looked so pleasing to the eye that Aly felt her mood improve slightly.
Not long after returning home, her agent—the man who had come yesterday to help her with chores—called.
"I saw the news report. As expected of you, your efficiency is really high," the agent said. "By the way, what did you make him see?"
"Nothing," Aly shook her head. "That man was afraid of heights, that's all."
"I see." The agent seemed to have just asked casually. He knew the girl's abilities, so he didn't intend to delve deeper. "The next target, he will go out at 3 PM today, the location is in the Third Academic District's..."
"The next target, huh..." Aly frowned. "Such a hateful feeling. Even if they are really bad people, they haven't hurt me, yet I have to kill them; while those who truly hurt me..."
The agent asked, "What, have you finally come to your senses and want revenge? I've said it before...I'll take care of the aftermath, you just go ahead and do it."
The agent had no problem with Aly using her professional skills to resolve personal grudges, and even less problem helping her clean up the mess.
Frankly speaking, in the industry, Aly was considered one of the easier types to handle the aftermath for.
"No." As a result, Aly refused as usual. "I told you, I can't lay a hand on my classmates. Because if I do that, I'll definitely be discovered, and then I won't be able to go to school anymore."
"You still won't give up on school?" The agent was speechless. "Even though you've experienced such severe bullying at school..."
Aly, however, said, "Once I graduate and go to high school, everything will be fine! As long as I'm separated from them."
To achieve this goal, the first thing to ensure was not to drop out or withdraw from school; she had to persevere until graduation.
Aly spoke seriously into her phone: "Don't forget Our agreement. When the time comes, I will definitely resign and quit. You can't keep bothering me and giving me tasks."
"Okay, okay..." The agent's tone was full of perfunctory meaning. "As long as you can truly get back on track and live a normal student life, of course I won't continue to trouble you...To be honest, I don't want to earn money relying on a little girl either."
"It's settled then, no backing out." Aly showed a satisfied smile, then hung up the phone.
Aly, of course, also heard the agent's unspoken meaning—he seemed to believe that she couldn't return to a normal life.
But Aly had already made up her mind—succeed or die. If she couldn't become a normal high school student again, then she would die!
But immediately after, her phone rang again.
Seeing the caller ID, the smile on Aly's face vanished instantly, replaced by an expression of pain.
—It was "them."
