White Wolf shuddered, staring at Ye Guichen in horror: "Who are you? How do you know?"
The assassins of Yama Hall seldom contact each other, and only the Hall Master, who is reputed as King Yan, knows their information.
Moreover, due to the varying levels and bounties of the assassins, each has a different rank title.
Like Red Scorpion, who was a bronze-level assassin, above them are silver-level assassins, then gold-level assassins, and the best are spirit-level assassins.
It’s said that only top-tier experts qualify as spirit-level assassins in all of Yama Hall, and they are few.
To hire a spirit-level assassin, the bounty must be at least in the billions.
Of course, for assassins like White Wolf, the lowest bounty is half a million, sometimes even up to tens of millions.
But he never imagined that such a seemingly trivial assassination target would not only have extraordinary means but also know his identity completely.
A tremendous fear welled up from the bottom of his heart.
White Wolf no longer even had the desire to escape.
Ye Guichen smiled faintly: "Is it important who I am? Tell me, I doubt you are the only one here this time, right?"
White Wolf swallowed his saliva; he initially planned to say some tough words, like Yama Hall would never betray its companions or leak any secrets.
But now, all those words were thrown to the back of his mind.
White Wolf smiled bitterly: "Sir, I’ve sinned by not recognizing how formidable you are. If I tell you, will you spare me?"
Ye Guichen extended a finger: "You hurt my people, scared my woman. What do you think?"
"Then what use is telling you?" White Wolf didn’t expect Ye Guichen not to offer a single word of comfort, his voice turning sharp.
Ye Guichen sneered: "It’s not useless. Since I can disable one of your hands, taking your life is as easy as retrieving something from a bag. But I hate trouble the most. If you can show me your value, I might consider letting you live a few more days."
White Wolf was stunned, then ecstatic, hurriedly said: "Yes, besides me, there’s another person from Yama Hall here in Yun City, Rashamon Monk. I only know his nickname within Yama Hall, unfamiliar with his capabilities or identity. But he’s not here to kill; it seems he’s been hired to protect someone."
"Protect someone?" Ye Guichen was somewhat surprised.
Killing and protecting are two entirely different things.
Taking money to kill is clean and quick, the cycle is short. Once the task is done, it’s over.
But protecting someone can be a long-term commitment, and if they need protection from Yama Hall, the danger level is certainly high, and the cost must be higher than killing.
"I see!" Ye Guichen knew Yama Hall’s rules; their members didn’t know each other. For White Wolf, a mere silver-level assassin, knowing his companion’s nickname was already impressive, completely unaware of their background.
However, Ye Guichen did recall something about Rashamon Monk.
It’s said Rashamon Monk was once a monk, later expelled from his temple after committing murder over a romantic feud.
Since then, instead of restraining himself, Rashamon Monk intensified his behavior, indulging in women and manslaughter.
Unconsciously, he was nicknamed Rashamon Monk.
But for some reason, Rashamon Monk had disappeared for years.
Now it seems the person joined Yama Hall and became an assassin.
"Alright, I will spare your life for now. Keep an eye on Rashamon Monk these days for me." Ye Guichen patted White Wolf’s shoulder and tossed a curved blade to him: "Stay here for now. Inform me anytime you have news. Of course, you can secretly flee or report to Yama Hall, but you know your fate then."
"No no no, sir, I wouldn’t dare, I wouldn’t." White Wolf shook his head vigorously.
Having witnessed Ye Guichen’s ghostly skills, even with eight guts, he wouldn’t dare flee on his own.
Moreover, with someone like Ye Guichen hidden in Yun City, who knows who he really is?
He even knows my identity thoroughly; even if I escape Yun City, I can’t escape his grasp.
"If you want to die, you can try." Ye Guichen walked to the villa’s door, and suddenly stopped: "By the way, since you claim the nickname Iron Hand, you might as well become Iron Hand completely."
White Wolf shivered, instinctively glancing at his severed right hand.
"Sir, I understand. From now on, White Wolf is dead; only Mr. Ye’s Iron Hand remains."
Ye Guichen nodded, White Wolf had some insight after all.
Going undercover was indeed a means of survival for White Wolf.
Moreover, his left hand was already a prosthetic; if utilized well, it could be a deadly weapon.
Ye Guichen spoke no more and quickly left the villa.
After confirming Ye Guichen’s departure, White Wolf slumped onto the sofa, feeling a sense of post-disaster relief.
Staring blankly at Niu Lan’s corpse, he made a decision.
He must quickly uncover Rashamon Monk’s purpose; let Ye Guichen see his value, or else, he would be no different from a dead man in Ye Guichen’s eyes.
When Ye Guichen returned home, Chen Ziran had already bandaged Bai Qinghe’s wounds.
Luckily, Bai Qinghe’s injuries were superficial, no internal organs harmed.
Seeing Ye Guichen return, Chen Ziran quickly went up: "Guichen, are you alright?"
Ye Guichen shook his head: "Are you alright?"
"No, we’re fine." Chen Ziran was still somewhat shaken: "Who were those people? Police have gotten involved due to today’s commotion, will we be in trouble?"
Ye Guichen said: "It’s fine, don’t worry."
"But..." Chen Ziran still worried, furrowing her brows, hesitating for a moment, then suddenly said: "Guichen, I want to learn martial arts from you."
"Ah?" Ye Guichen didn’t expect Chen Ziran to suddenly say this, astonished: "You, a woman, why learn such violent things?"
"Isn’t Sister Bai a woman too? Seeing her fighting desperately today, I wanted to help, but I couldn’t. So, so..."
Ye Guichen understood Chen Ziran’s idea, flicked her nose: "Silly girl, are you the same as her?"
Chen Ziran was stunned by his words, her cheeks instantly reddening.
Bai Qinghe stood aside, feeling as if a needle pricked her heart.
Yes, Chen Ziran has someone to care, someone to protect her, but what about me?
Why do I feel a bit sour?
"Hey, Sister Bai, don’t overthink it." As if knowing Bai Qinghe’s thoughts, Ye Guichen suddenly grinned at her.
Bai Qinghe’s eyes turned red, quickly turning her head: "I’m not overthinking."
"Alright then, darling, I’ll get a big weapon for you to carry. If there’s danger, Sister Bai won’t need to fight so desperately." Ye Guichen suddenly felt that continuing isn’t ideal; if he hadn’t arrived in time today, who knows what would have happened?
Anyway, he could easily get something highly toxic, let Chen Ziran carry it, if there’s real danger, she could use it to catch the enemy off-guard.
"You go rest first, I’ll talk to Sister Bai." Ye Guichen gently pinched Chen Ziran’s cheek, pushing her into the bedroom.