Bilingual cafe

 

“Boss, we have captured Lenz…"

The four sides of the space were engulfed in dim darkness, a man stood looking out of the window, leaving only a large and domineering back. The moonlight covered his body forming a mysterious light that did not belong to a mortal. Kento respectfully stood in the back and wondered if he should continue or not, after all, the boss was very disgusted with talkative people. Just as he was still confused, a cold, low voice suddenly spoke up:

"What else."

When Kento heard that, he was shocked, his chest was pressed until he couldn't breathe due to an extremely powerful aura. Boss is always like this, just one movement, one word exudes regal aura, making the other party unable to help but bow down in awe.

“Boss, by the time I got there, the entire Fair State had been wiped out. The method of killing is very strange, moreover…all of them are done by the same person.”

Kento put a bunch of photos on the table and then backed away again. Ren, who was originally his subordinate, unexpectedly found out a month ago that he was secretly selling drugs in the entertainment areas of the Blood Dragon State. The boss had an order, strictly forbidding all members to touch drugs or else they would have to receive extremely cruel punishment, but this guy Ren was so brave, he even dared to run away. Kento was in charge of arresting Ren, having just learned that he was having an affair with a certain member of the Fair State in London, he brought someone to try and find him, but he did not expect to witness such a terrible scene. Everywhere are corpses cut into pieces, blood flows into rivers, the air is filled with the smell of death. A powerful faction just so mysteriously wiped out, no one survived.

The man turned his back now, his long slender hand flipped through each photo to observe. Those are the photos Kento took at the scene that day, it's certainly very bloody horror, the human body parts are all cut into many pieces, even tough parts like the head containing the skull are also no exception, cut in half, brain splattered. The special thing is that the cuts are all very thin and flat, unlike those caused by a knife, just looking at the trick is to know that there is only one person. Person? A man who thoroughly slaughtered three thousand members of the Fair, moreover it was a one-sided massacre, the victim did not have time to fight back. Huh, that's interesting.

"Did you find out who did it?"

Kento slightly bowed his head and replied:

“It seems to have been caused by an assassin. The specific organization is yet to be determined.”

The man was a little disappointed, suddenly remembering something, and asked again:

"What about Ren's name?"

Mentioning Ren's name, Kento got a bit of a headache. That day, after arriving in Fair State, he immediately saw Ren hiding in a corner. No matter what he asked, he didn't say anything, seemed to have gone crazy, just kept screaming in fear.

"Hmm, slaughtering Fair State didn't kill Ren, what an assassin with rules."

The man curled his lips slightly, forming a wild enchanting curve. Not killing people is part of the mission and letting the opponent witness the whole process, which is extravagant enough.

“Continue to check.”

“Yes.” Kento reverently retreated, silently sweating, for some reason the boss was interested in such a brutal assassin.

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H city airport, China.

A girl about sixteen years old came out with a small suitcase. Long silky hair like those of a Japanese manga character fluttering in the girl's footsteps, combined with a red lace chiffon dress and eggshell white skin makes her look like a lovely princess. . The girl's beauty is not the prettiest, but she has an aura as bright as the sun that makes people unable to help but notice. It can be said that this girl is a natural born bright thing.

A rebellious child ran too fast, so he hit the girl, almost fell off, fortunately the girl caught up. The child was about to cry when the girl's gentle smile made her bewildered, her eyes widening in surprise.

"Next time don't run so fast, it's dangerous."

Shelly gently wiped the tears from the child's face with her hand, patted the child's head gently, and walked away. Later, the child, having just found his mother, excitedly shouted:

“Mom, I just saw an angel, really! The angel even patted my head.”

Shelly stood in front of her childhood home, her eyes slowly darkening. The happy and joyful memories of her parents and the murder scene that day flashed in her mind, as if it happened just yesterday. Ten years, the luxurious mansion was old and dirty, the same ten years, a weak innocent child turned into a bloodthirsty assassin, carrying a desire for revenge and returning here.

“Father, I will definitely avenge you two. Quick, very quick.”

Looking absently at the "For Sale" sign on the iron door, Shelly smiled cruelly. Turning on her mobile phone and dialing the number of notes on it, she silently added another sentence:

“Things that belong to your parents, I will also take them back. Not only that, but we have to make them die- really- painfully!"

“Mom, the phone is ringing!” Mery Armas couldn't take her eyes off the catalog of new bag models, annoyed at the reminder.

Fiona, who was sharpening her nails, glanced displeasedly at her daughter, and scolded as she went to answer the phone:

“You can only focus on those branded goods. Don't worry about studying, your achievements really embarrass me."

Mery didn't even glance at her, and argued loudly:

"You won't inherit Emerald after all, there's no use in studying."

Fiona trembled with anger, but Mery's words were so true that she couldn't say anything. Frustrated, picking up the phone, Fiona shouted:

"Who's that?!"

Shelly's smile grew brighter but her eyes glowed with blood red, what a nostalgic voice. 

"Hi. Can I ask if this is Miss Forge's phone number who wants to sell the mansion number 3, XX Street?"

As soon as Fiona heard that, she was overjoyed. Heaven knows how much she wanted to sell that villa, but everyone was afraid of the murder that happened so they didn't dare to buy it, and rumors were that there were ghosts around.

“Yes, it is me.”

Shelly glanced at the nearby cafe, then continued:

“I really like this villa, can we meet now to discuss? Bilingual cafe.”

"Okay, I'll be right there!" Fiona happily replied.

Shelly hung up the phone and dragged her suitcase to the cafe across the street, softly singing a song, in a very good mood. Ah, I'm looking forward to my dear aunt's reaction when she sees her.