Shen Cheng took note of the tattoo mark and sketched it on paper.
Shi Yu came out of the bathroom after a shower, just in time to see the pattern she drew on the paper, instantly, his sword eyebrows raised.
Shen Cheng looked up at him, "What’s the matter?"
Shi Yu sat down next to her, reached out to take the piece of paper, his cold gaze faintly sinking, "Did you draw this?"
Shen Cheng gave an affirming hum, "I saw it on Mo Qingxin before, so I drew it down. Why, is there something wrong?"
Shi Yu’s hand slowly tightened, his chilly eyes instantly turning into a stretch of coldness: "She’s a Death Soldier."
Shen Cheng was startled, "Death Soldier?"
She had never seen a Death Soldier, but she knew what they were.
Death Soldiers are usually brought up from a young age, instilled with the belief of loyalty and protection of their Master.
A few of them possess thoughts but only know to be loyal, and they are mostly nurtured by the wealthy families, royal courts, and nobles.
They undertake secretive tasks that cannot see the light of day, mainly engaging in assaults and assassinations.
For glory, wealth and power, or to repay a debt of gratitude, they sell their lives for the lords and nobility, unafraid of life and death.
Shi Yu’s thin lips moved lightly, coldly spitting out these two words.
And Shen Cheng thought of the same person as he did.
The person capable of raising Death Soldiers must possess both money and power.
And as the President, Mo Jin is the only one who would have Death Soldiers.
He, Shen, is in a high position, needing a group of people willing to risk their lives for him, solving all the troubles that cannot be solved.
This could also explain why Mo Qingxin was raised as his foster daughter.
But what exactly is his purpose?
Why would he send someone to kidnap her brother and threaten her to abort her child?
If there was a grudge, it should be to kill her, not the just-formed fetus in her womb.
All this seemed to be getting more and more complicated.
Suddenly, Shi Yu stood up and dropped a sentence: "Stay quietly at home, don’t go anywhere."
Having said that, he strode out of the room.
Watching the door being closed, Shen Cheng frowned.
Just at that moment, her phone rang.
She picked it up and saw that it was an unfamiliar number calling.
Upon answering, Mo Qingxin’s voice came through: "Have you considered it? The three-day deadline is up; you should give me an answer."
Without thinking, Shen Cheng said, "Let’s meet and talk."
She thought Mo Qingxin would refuse, but to her surprise, she agreed, also reminding her: "You have to come alone."
After saying that, without waiting for Shen Cheng to speak, she hung up the phone.
Then a text message followed, specifying the time and place for the meeting.
Shen Cheng walked to the window. Watching Shi Yu’s car drive out of the gate, she then changed her clothes and left.
Nine o’clock in the evening, at the Century Cafe.
Shen Cheng, who was always punctual, did not expect that upon her arrival, Mo Qingxin had already arrived early.
She was smiling and talking to a waiter; upon seeing Shen Cheng arrive, she even "kindly" ordered a cup of coffee for her.
Shen Cheng sat down opposite her, stopped the waiter who had just taken the order and was about to go backstage: "Just a cup of plain water for me. Coffee is too greasy for me."
Perhaps it was due to the repulsion between the same sex, but upon seeing Shen Cheng, Mo Qingxin felt an urge* to destroy her.
However, after many years of training, she was still able to control her emotions well.
After the waiter brought the coffee and left again, Mo Qingxin just leisurely stirred the coffee in the cup, making herself appear even more composed and at ease.
Neither of them spoke.
Shen Cheng curled her lips into a slight smile.
Maintain calmness, and you will definitely not lose.