Chapter 31 Arm Wings

  When the rain stopped, the middle-aged man's black sportswear had almost turned into a beggar's outfit. The horizontal and vertical blood mouths were all over his body, and the three-edged military thorn in his hand was less than half a foot long!

  His face was pale, but his eyes were still clear and cold, staring at Han Yu like a desperate beast.

  It wasn't that he didn't want to escape, but rather he clearly knew that if he had escaped, by now he would have become a corpse.

  Turning your back on an equal or even stronger enemy is not foolishness, it's seeking death!

  The middle-aged man took a few violent gasps, struggling to stand his body straight, his eyes fell on the Tian Ce, and his mouth opened slightly, a hoarse voice rang out: "Good sword!"

  Han Yu touched the back of the knife lightly and smiled: "Thank you!"

  A middle-aged man was indignant: "If it weren't for this knife, you wouldn't necessarily be able to keep me!"

  Han Yu rolled her eyes: "Cut it out, if you're not convinced, let's try it empty-handed right now?"

  The middle-aged man's silver-white eyebrows almost stood up, he stared at Han Yu, his mouth trembling, but somewhat lost his voice and couldn't speak. He was also a worldly-wise person, but had never seen anyone with such high skills as Han Yu, yet so shameless!

  What a fight now? Now he has more than ten wounds on his body, and there is a deep gash on his leg that can be seen to the bone. He can barely stand up, what a joke!

  Han Yu sneered, saying disdainfully: "Are you not convinced? Then let me ask you, last time when you hid behind the door and assassinated me, why didn't you think of coming out and having a fair fight with me? When you were hiding behind the billboard and ambushing me, why didn't you shout out to warn me in advance? Is it that only you're allowed to launch sneak attacks, but I'm not allowed to use something at hand?"

  Han Yu lightly touched the back of Tian Ce's knife, and without any scruples, she buckled the knife to her waistband in front of him. She patted it twice before tilting her head and saying with a smirk: "The knife is good, that's also my skill!"

  A middle-aged man couldn't say a word, but in his heart, he let out a sigh of silent agreement. As an assassin, he knew that the outcome was much more important than the process!

  "Kill me then!" the middle-aged man said softly.

  Han Yu glanced at him, pulled over a chair and sat down, saying lightly: "Judging from your current injuries, I estimate that in three hours, you will die from excessive blood loss. Why bother doing anything more?"

  The middle-aged man's expression turned cold, his wrist moved and he was about to fight him to the death, but suddenly stopped.

  Han Yu said: "Is there anything else you want to achieve? You can tell me, maybe I can help!"

  "Will you help me?"

  "Let's talk about it." Han Yu said calmly.

  The middle-aged man's mouth closed again, he didn't believe Han Yu.

  Han Yu's eyes flickered slightly as he said calmly: "You don't have to say it, I already know... your mother..."

  The middle-aged man's expression changed, and his entire demeanor became even more fierce than before. He glared at Han Yu, his voice dripping with killing intent: "My mother? What have you done to my mother? You've seen her..."

  Han Yu's face wore a faint smile, but he remained silent, his heart secretly muttering to himself. He hadn't expected this killer to have an old mother, and one who was so doting at that. It seemed he wasn't a bad son after all.

  He was praising the other person here, but didn't know that his expression had fallen into the eyes of a middle-aged man, and had already caused a misunderstanding.

  "You, actually laid hands on an old man? I'm going to kill you!" As he spoke, the middle-aged man pounced at Han Yu with a fierce stance. Although the three-edged military dagger in his hand was less than half a foot long, paired with his somewhat frenzied momentum, it was even more intimidating than when they had clashed earlier!

  Han Yu's body leaned back and flipped over, jumping onto the bed, hastily saying: "I'm telling you, I didn't..."

  Han Yu's words were not yet finished, when the middle-aged man suddenly and violently crashed into the chair, fell to the ground, and lay motionless.

  "Huh?" Frowning, Han Yu jumped down from the bed and carefully approached him, only to discover that he had fainted from a sudden attack of anger.

  He looked around and found a piece of clothing to cover the middle-aged man's body, then carried him out with a somewhat depressed expression.

  The young lady at the service desk downstairs saw him and hurriedly said: "Sir..."

  "My friend has had too much to drink, I'll take him home!" Han Yu pushed open the door and walked out without looking back.

  Returning home, he found his son and Murong Piaoxue chatting in the living room.

  As soon as she saw him return, Murong Piaoxue stood up and smiled: "You're back? Haven't eaten yet? I'll go make something for you!"

  "Eat later, first help me take a look at this person." Han Yu said, and led the middle-aged man in. He didn't use force to carry him, fearing it would scare the two of them.

  Putting the middle-aged man on the sofa, Murong Piaoxue was stunned for a moment before hastily rushing to her own room.

  His son walked over, glanced at the middle-aged man's hand holding the broken three-edged dagger and frowned: "You've been out for half a day, you didn't go to fight with him, did you? Who is he?"

  "The killer who almost took your life that night!" Han Yu threw himself onto the sofa with some fatigue.

  "What is it?" His son's eyes widened and he hastily retreated a step, still somewhat apprehensive as he said: "He won't wake up all of a sudden, will he?"

  "If I can knock him out once, I can do it again. What are you afraid of?" Han Yu took all the credit for herself without any politeness and waved her hand: "Quickly go get some food, I'm starving! If I don't eat enough, I won't have the energy to help you later!"

  "What? Okay, wait a minute!" His son was startled and hastily replied as he ran to the kitchen.

  At this time, Murong Piaoxue had already grabbed her toolbox and rushed over in a hurry.

  "How did he get hurt so badly?" Murong Piaoxue put the middle-aged man's body on the sofa, a pair of slender eyebrows slightly raised, with a hint of surprise in her eyes, but without losing her composure, apparently already in doctor mode.

  Han Yu felt a bit embarrassed and rubbed his nose, saying in a low voice: "It's just some superficial wounds, should be fine, right?"

  Murong Piaoxue flipped through the middle-aged man's eyes and nodded: "Nothing serious, just need to rest and get a blood transfusion."

  "Blood transfusion? Do we have to send him to the hospital?"

  "No need!" Murong Piaoxue smiled softly and stood up, saying: "This afternoon, I found a friend to buy some spare plasma, which just happens to be useful now. However, putting him in the living room isn't quite right, is it?"

  Han Yu thought for a moment, then sighed and stood up, saying: "Put him in my room!"

  With Mu Rong Piao Xue, the professional nanny, the middle-aged killer's life was saved. Han Yu had dinner and chatted with his son for a while before sleeping at the door of his own room that night.

  At night, quietly, with only the faint glow of moonlight, a wisp of black shadow swayed and seeped in through the window, bringing a chill.

  Han Yu lay on a single bed, smoking listlessly, but his mind was thinking about the next step.

  His biggest problem at the moment is that he lacks manpower. His son and he are childhood friends, loyalty is naturally not a problem, but his skills and interests are not suitable for the underworld.

  The language is forgotten, but the hands are still good, it's just that there is no clue to get him out, and for a while, it's afraid that there is no hope.

  With a slight turn of his body, Han Yu glanced at the assassin lying opposite him, and a faintly fanatical glint appeared in his eyes!

  Time cycles, the dark night and silver moonlight, after all, could not withstand the erosion of that red sun in the depths of the eastern sky, and gradually retreated.

  The sky is a bright blue, clean as a deep mirror.

  Soft and thin fog, with gentle breeze lightly dancing, the whole world seems to be covered with a layer of white gauze!

  On the glass inside the room, a layer of fine water droplets was lying flat.

  "Are you awake?" Han Yu stood in front of the window, quietly gazing outside, without turning his head.

  "Hmm." A rather weak and faint response came from behind him. He paused for a moment before continuing, "You... didn't kill me?"

  "I don't like killing someone who doesn't resist at all." Han Yu turned his head and took a glance at the person on the bed.

  The middle-aged man's eyebrows furrowed slightly; he wasn't a fool and naturally knew that Han Yu wouldn't spare his life for no reason.

  "You won't kill me, and when I get the chance, I'll still kill you!" The middle-aged man coldly swept his gaze over him: "This is my mission, as long as I still have a breath, I will not give up!"

  Han Yu smiled lightly and said faintly, "If your employer is dead, does this task still make sense?"

  The middle-aged man stopped in his tracks.

  Han Yu stepped forward a few steps, walked to the bedside, looked down at him condescendingly and said faintly: "Now, let's talk about business."

  A middle-aged man with a hint of mockery at the corner of his mouth: "What business?"

  "Buy your own life! Buy your own life!" Han Yu said with a light smile!

  A hint of understanding gradually appeared in the middle-aged man's eyes, and he sneered: "You want me to follow you?"

  "You can understand it that way, as long as you can accept it." Han Yu smiled slightly and handed him a cigarette, lighting it for him before saying faintly: "In the past, you always used other people's lives to make money. But wealth is ultimately an external thing, after all, it's not as precious as one's own life."

  The middle-aged man fell silent, and Han Yu's gaze was steady as he said, "Think of your mother, think of your experiences in the killer world. Let's join hands, perhaps we can go further."

  The middle-aged man smoked silently, without responding. From start to finish, he never thought that his mother would fall victim to this person's vicious hands.

  Last night he did that just to court death, and Han Yu was well aware of it.

  It wasn't until he had almost finished his cigarette that he spoke in a low voice: "You're not a very good persuader."

  Han Yu smiled wryly and rubbed his nose: "I'm still quite sincere, right?"

  The middle-aged man with silver threads in his eyebrows raised them slightly, his bright and spirited eyes staring tightly at him. Han Yu's eyes were clear as water, with a faint smile playing on the corners of his mouth.

  "Do you dare to believe me?"

  "Hehe, don't worry, I won't give you a chance to assassinate me."

  The middle-aged man didn't hesitate for long before making a decision. He was an assassin, one who only cared about gains and losses. Faced with the temptation of life, faced with the opportunity to start anew, he had no reason not to be moved.

  Moreover, Han Yu really did save his life. Although he was an assassin, he also had his own pride.

  He doesn't want to owe too many people!

  "I may be an assassin, but I also have my own bottom line, I..."

  "What I'm asking you to do won't be harder than taking money to kill someone!" Han Yu interrupted him without hesitation.

  The middle-aged man's mouth corners stiffened for a moment, and that was his smile: "Since you're not afraid of death, then I'll play along with you."

  Han Yu stretched out his hand: "Han Yu."

  "Gu Ziwen!"

  Two strong arms clasped tightly together, who would have thought that this one grasp would create a legendary friendship between men!

  PS: The website does not allow writing novels in two places, the extreme way has been opened, and other things have nothing to do with Xiaolang. Can't say it too clearly, but I believe everyone understands!