Chapter Twenty-Four: A Restless Night

When the orange was handed to Qianyin, she was a little surprised. Coldblood was supposed to be her opponent tonight, but it seemed he had given up the deal for her sake. Why? Was it because of that embrace?

“Thank you,” Qianyin said woodenly, suspicion glinting in her eyes as she stared directly at Coldblood.

Coldblood still sat with his arms crossed, his posture casual, as if nothing was amiss.

Mo Lan was also puzzled as she watched the two of them. Was this what people called falling in love?

“This is your dagger, isn’t it? I will keep this matter confidential, but I am grateful for your intervention.” An Feng, feeling his own presence fading into the background, took out the dagger and handed it to Coldblood.

Mo Lan and Qianyin’s lips twitched forcibly. This man tried to kill you, and you’re returning his weapon? Was there really such a fool in the world? Forget it, best to let him remain oblivious and muddle through.

Coldblood glanced at the dagger, silently took it, and hid it in his sleeve. His daggers were custom-made, extremely compact, almost like small knives—only ten centimeters long and two centimeters wide. He had six of them in total.

“Hmm.” Having stowed the dagger, Coldblood uttered just one syllable, then his gaze remained fixed on Qianyin.

Qianyin ignored that gaze, split the orange in half, and handed one piece to Mo Lan. Mo Lan, not the least bit reserved, took it and popped it in her mouth.

After eating, the two women closed their eyes at the same time, disregarding the two foolish men. Exhausted, they were about to sleep deeply and relax, secure in the knowledge that with these two prominent figures guarding them, no one would dare disturb them.

The men paid no mind that it was the middle of the night and they were sharing a hospital room with two women. They sat contentedly, occasionally peeling and eating oranges.

Coldblood sent a message to that person.

Coldblood: The task is not completed.

The client seemed to care deeply—receiving the message in the middle of the night and replying immediately.

Client: It doesn’t matter. As long as you kill those two, it can be done anytime, anywhere.

Uh…

Speechless. Coldblood looked down at his phone. This person was truly persistent. Was it not enough that he refused to kill them?

Coldblood: I don’t want to kill them.

The client was getting anxious. Those two were his biggest obstacles. If he didn’t eliminate them, how could he secure his throne in the future? Yet the top two assassins had both declined h