So, no matter what the relationship between Kunlun and Qing Chen was, whether he joined Kunlun or not, Xiao Ying still owed him that favor.
Xu Zimo hesitated for a moment before asking, "Hello, can I ask you some questions privately?"
Xiao Ying was taken aback, "Sure."
The two walked over to a booth and sat down. Xu Zimo got straight to the point, "Is Qing Chen a member of the Kunlun organization? Otherwise, why would you come to help him clean up the mess?"
Xiao Ying thought about it, Qing Chen was indeed a member of Kunlun. Not only was that young man a member of Kunlun, but he was also freaking a member of Kyushu, the Daytime, a teacher at the Inner World Li Clan School, Li Changqing's personal bodyguard, and the Tiger Grade Boxing King at the Begonia Boxing Gym...
This was all freaking messy.
Xiao Ying suddenly realized that in the two months since Qing Chen had traveled through time, he had created a whole bunch of identities for himself!
Xiao Ying carefully said, "Strictly speaking, he is indeed a member of Kunlun, but his identity is quite special."
Xu Zimo then asked, "…Is he very powerful?"
Upon hearing this, Xiao Ying got excited, "Powerful, very powerful, he must be one of the most powerful among the Time Travelers!"
Actually, Xu Zimo didn't even know what she really wanted to ask; she just wanted to understand from various sources who Qing Chen really was.
Now that she thought about it, approaching that young man and asking if he could show his real strength in the exam seemed so naive.
Because in his eyes, exams were no longer a big deal.
"Is he still upstairs?" Xu Zimo asked.
"He's probably not there anymore. I don't know where he went. This guy always appears and disappears out of nowhere," Xiao Ying said.
Xu Zimo looked out the window, lost in thought.
At that moment, outside the window under the dark night sky, sporadic white snowflakes were floating down, swirling in the air like blossoms of plum flowers.
"Boss, the number one target didn't come out of the main entrance of the Vienna Hotel," reported a middle-aged man from a corner outside the hotel.
"Boss, the number one target didn't come out of the back door either. He must still be inside the hotel," reported another person at the back door.
A voice in the Bluetooth earpiece said, "Continue to wait."
"I have already come out."
The voice came from behind the assassin.
However, as soon as the voice fell, the assassin at the back door suddenly felt a numbness in his lower back as if all strength was drained from his body.
That was a typical symptom of the body losing its blood supply after the spleen had burst.
Qing Chen did not necessarily have to pierce the opponent's spleen, but this technique had already become his "persona" identified by the outside world. If he wanted to use this persona to conceal other identities, then he needed to maintain this persona to create a stereotypical impression on everyone.
At this moment, the assassins did not know when Qing Chen had left the hotel or how he had done so.
Previously, they were in the shadows while the number one target was in plain sight. Yet, now they couldn't even track the movements of the number one target.
Qing Chen traveled alone towards the north, towards Xian City North Station and Weiyang Lake Park.
His destination for the evening was there.
In the Bluetooth earpiece, sensing something was off, Huan Yu immediately instructed the nearby assassins to rush to the back door.
But when the other assassins arrived at the back door, they could only see Qing Chen's retreating figure.
"Boss, he's heading north," a killer reported.
"North?" Huan Yu hesitated for a moment.
Liu Dezhu had previously lingered at the entrance of Xian City North Station for a long time, just to draw the assassins surrounding the Vienna Hotel to the north.
And now Qing Chen had burst out of the hotel and not run somewhere else but directly towards the assassins returning to the Vienna Hotel?
This was abnormal; Qing Chen must have known that the assassins from Xian City North Station were returning—why would he walk right into the trap?
For a young man first visiting Xian City, why would he think he could blaze a trail of blood northward?
"Boss, should we leave some people at Xian City North Station? Maybe when Liu Dezhu arrived earlier, the Daytime Boss was on the same train. Qing Chen might be planning to meet with this Daytime Boss," said a deep voice on the Bluetooth earpiece, a voice that wasn't new to the assassins, clearly from a higher-ranking member of the organization.
Huan Yu chuckled, "Zhang San, he might want to meet his boss, but they definitely aren't heading to Xian City North Station. After all, there are three train stations in Xian City. They could leave Xian City from any of them without sticking to Xian City North Station, right?"
"So what are they trying to do?" Zhang San asked, puzzled.
"They want a showdown with us," Huan Yu's voice grew colder. "Since that's the case, let's oblige them. Everyone outside the Vienna Hotel should pursue the number one target, and the rest should converge there. Zhang San, you take your men and wait at the ends of Feng Jin Road, Ming Guang Road, and Zhu Hong Road. He's not familiar with the geography of Xian City, so we'll give him a surprise there."
From the Vienna Hotel heading north, there were just those three junctions. If Qing Chen intended to proceed north, he would have to pass through there.
However, as time ticked by, the assassins trailing Qing Chen suddenly discovered.
Qing Chen hadn't chosen any of the three roads but had directly entered a residential area and through a very narrow alley, forcefully breaking through their blockade.