Chapter 79 — The Girl's Origins
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But in the actual execution of missions, situations calling for a head-on confrontation were exceedingly rare; assassination and surprise attack were the keys to victory. When Wei Zhao was six, Old Man Wei had sent him to the master for two years of intensive training, and the master had taught him every assassination and ambush technique a killer needed.
Though he did not know the master's specific identity—Old Man Wei had never mentioned it outright either—Wei Zhao could vaguely tell that the master was a truly formidable man.
It had been many years since he had last seen the master... All these years, Wei Zhao had missed this master deeply; he was, in the truest sense, Wei Zhao's master.
Old Man Wei had taught Wei Zhao a great many things as well, but that was more like the affection between grandfather and grandson rather than a master-and-disciple relationship; moreover, Old Man Wei had never expected to be Wei Zhao's master.
He himself had learned less than thirty percent of the master's techniques, and already he had time and again seized the initiative in carrying out missions—one could well imagine how formidable the master's strength must be. It was only that he had been too young at the time; even studying with all his heart, to have truly absorbed and retained thirty percent was already quite good.
It was precisely because Wei Zhao kept the master's kindness in his heart that when he saw the emblem of the organization the master had founded on the ring on the girl's hand, Wei Zhao changed his mind and decided to give this girl a helping hand.
Though the master had long since washed his hands of all the organization's affairs, be that as it may, this girl still counted as one of their own.
"I'll help you this once. Whether you live or die now depends on your own luck." Wei Zhao laid the girl flat on the bed, and the fisherman's hat on her head slid off to one side.
Her short black hair spilled loose, and through the scattered strands a delicate face, somewhat pale, was clearly visible—finely wrought features, long lashes, and two dark brows knitted tightly together. Even unconscious, she must have been in great pain.
Wei Zhao was slightly taken aback. He had not expected such a stunning face to be hidden beneath that fisherman's hat, and it caught him off guard. A girl this beautiful working as a killer?
Judging by her age, she was probably only eighteen or nineteen, about the same as himself. Wei Zhao shook his head—but that was her business, and he had no right to interfere.
From what he had observed earlier, the girl's wound should be somewhere on her lower body, but she wore leather trousers on the outside that did not let blood show through, so there was no telling from the outside just where she was hurt.
Wei Zhao could not be bothered to search for it either. He simply used some force and pulled the girl's leather trousers off. Once they were off, he felt a little unnatural, and his breathing grew rapid.
To be sure, Wei Zhao's original intentions had been most excellent and most pure—he was only doing it for his master's sake, extending a comradely hand to a dying female assassin.
That was why he had taken off her trousers to treat her wound. If this female assassin had looked like the male ones, Wei Zhao reckoned he would not have had any particular thoughts at all; but this female assassin just happened to be beautiful, with a fine figure to boot, so having stripped off her trousers, Wei Zhao could hardly avoid a few improper notions. Any normal man would have thoughts like that.
Yet what he saw next doused the fire in Wei Zhao's heart completely.
The inner side of the leather trousers had been dyed entirely red with fresh blood, and inside them the tights the girl wore were so thoroughly soaked with blood that their original color was impossible to make out.