"How... how do you know?" The assassin was stunned...

"Haha, I know a bit about medicine. Let's go to the club ahead and wash up, shall we? I imagine someone of your National Martial Arts eight-section level wouldn't want to smell like this," Ye Hao said with a smile.

The eight-section assassin glanced warily at Ye Hao.

Ye Hao just smiled without saying anything and walked forward towards the leisure club.

The eight-section assassin watched Ye Hao leave like that without saying a word and followed his silhouette.

Honestly, he didn't want to live like a beggar anymore; his money was frozen, his identity was hunted, and his body was severely injured.

Dai Ri's prowess was undeniable; one palm strike had left him in pain for so long.

Ye Hao entered the leisure club, got two rooms, and the eight-section assassin who followed almost got stopped.

Ye Hao simply tossed a key over to the eight-section assassin, and the people didn't stop him.

Ye Hao threw ten thousand yuan to the front desk girl to buy some clothes and then took the elevator upstairs.

The eight-section assassin saw this and followed, though he took another elevator.

When he washed clean and came out, there were several new outfits laid out in the room, which he knew Ye Hao had instructed someone to send; he wasn't shy and put them on.

They fit well; the long-lost feeling of cleanliness made him feel very comfortable, so comfortable that he wanted to scream loudly. But now, in the club, he didn't know if others would call him an idiot if he screamed.

He combed his hair and walked to the room where Ye Hao was.

Indeed, he still felt a bit uneasy inside, because he and Ye Hao neither knew each other nor were relatives.

If Ye Hao really wanted to do something to him, it would be difficult for him to escape then.

But for the sake of freedom and to live under the sun again, he was willing to risk even if it was a dragon pool or tiger den.

"Knock knock knock!"

He knocked on the door a few times; Ye Hao had just come out from washing and opened the door, inviting him to come in and sit.

Ye Hao called the front desk and ordered some snacks, sitting on the sofa said, "Fits well, huh?"

"Yes, nice clothes, I like them too," the eight-section assassin nodded and said.

"Haha, tell me your name?" Ye Hao poured a drink and pushed it in front of the assassin with a smile and asked.

The assassin took the glass, said, "My codename is Flying Fish."

"Oh? You're from the assassin organization?" Ye Hao asked in surprise.

"Yes," Flying Fish nodded.

"Which assassin organization?"

"Dark Angel Assassin Organization," when Flying Fish mentioned the Dark Angel Assassin Organization, he slightly gritted his teeth; this organization would do anything for money, even hunting their internal members.

"Sounds like a coincidence!" Ye Hao laughed upon hearing this.

"What do you mean?" Flying Fish asked in confusion.

"I was hunted by someone from this organization before, but unfortunately, I killed him instead," Ye Hao said with a smile.

"Was it a task to kill you?" Flying Fish asked.

"Yes! I'm Ye Hao, not sure if you've seen this task?" Ye Hao asked.

Flying Fish furrowed his brows, seemed to remember the name, but it had been too long; he wasn't sure if the post he saw before was about Ye Hao or some other Ye.

Later, the post was changed to kill Bai Lin, which led him to take on the task, causing the subsequent events to happen.

"I seem to have seen your picture and heard your name. It's just that the post was later changed to kill Bai Lin, so I took this task, but unexpectedly, there was such a formidable master beside Bai Lin, who seriously injured me in one hit. I recovered for several months before slightly feeling better, but unfortunately, the Dark Angel Assassin Organization was bribed by the Bai Family, so they also came to hunt me down. I had no choice but to disguise as a beggar, hoping to leave the troublesome place of Yanjing soon."

Flying Fish's words were essentially explaining what he had done and why he was seriously injured.

The words were clear, Ye Hao liked communicating with such people, without asking much nonsense.

"I am Ye Hao; as for the changed post, that's naturally to annoy those who want to harm me," Ye Hao said softly with a smile, not taking Bai Lin seriously.

Flying Fish asked, "Aren't you afraid of the Bai Family knowing you did it?"

"What is there to fear? Because from the start, they hired people to kill me; it would be like striking gold if I didn't personally go and kill him," Ye Hao said disdainfully.

Upon hearing this, Flying Fish became excited, thinking that Ye Hao must have a great background. But he wondered if he could follow him or let him help him leave this troublesome place.

"Haha, you're really impressive," Flying Fish suppressed his excitement and praised Ye Hao.

"It's in the past, let's not dwell on it. About your National Martial Arts eight-section skill, although injured and now only around four-section, if I can heal you, what do you think?" Ye Hao felt a fondness for talent, seeing Flying Fish was in his thirties, collecting an eight-section assassin who could help him secretly later seemed appealing.

At least no one would know he was Ye Hao's subordinate, secretly helping Ye Hao.

"You... you said you can heal my serious injury?" Flying Fish asked excitedly.

"We can try, of course! If you think retaining the four-section skill now, and earning a little, hiding in the mountains would suit you, then there's nothing more to say, you leave," Ye Hao said with a smile.

"Can I follow you? I, Flying Fish, have never joined other forces since joining the Dark Angel Assassin Organization; my background is clean," Flying Fish stated his situation, hoping Ye Hao would take him in.

He hoped Ye Hao would take him in hoping Ye Hao could heal his injury, and he could have a place to stay.

Of course! If Ye Hao did something outrageous, he would consider whether to continue to follow Ye Hao; it could be said he himself was quite kind-hearted.

Ye Hao seeing Flying Fish so quickly expressing his desire to follow, wanted to probe what kind of person Flying Fish was.

"Can you kill?" Ye Hao asked.

"Yes!"

"If an ordinary family offends me, and I want you to kill them, would you help me?" Ye Hao asked.

"Ordinary people?" Flying Fish furrowed his brows and asked.

"Yes, ordinary people, what about it? Would you help me?" Ye Hao asked with a smile.

"No."

"Why?" Ye Hao still asked with a smile.

"I, Flying Fish, do not kill ordinary people, of course! If these ordinary people are evil, I would kill them without you telling. But if it's because they are ordinary and accidentally offend you, I will not kill them," Flying Fish staunchly stated his principles.

"Oh? Even assassins can be good people?" Ye Hao asked with a smile, feeling relaxed inside as Flying Fish's nature seemed quite good; if used well, he'd definitely be a powerful tool in the dark.

"No matter what kind of person, there are good and bad, depends on how you treat them," Flying Fish expressed his thought. (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations, monthly tickets; your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to read.)

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