Chapter 79 — The Girl's Origin (Please Bookmark, Please Recommend, Please Give All Kinds of Support, Thank You)

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When Wei Zhao had come this way before, he had noticed a family inn by the roadside, though it had not looked very good, so he had passed it by, meaning to look around to see if there was any other inn with better surroundings.

But now the situation was urgent, and Wei Zhao could not afford to hunt for another inn. To have one at all was good enough.

"One room." Wei Zhao rushed into the inn with the girl on his back and said to the proprietress sitting behind the counter.

The proprietress had been idly watching television when suddenly a strapping young fellow burst in carrying a woman in black on his back and demanded a room the moment he came through the door, and a knowing smile spread across her face.

Her little family inn was in fact of a very low grade, opened for the express purpose of giving young lovers without money a place for tenderness, and most of these people did not care whether the place was grand or not, so long as it was quiet and clean.

The proprietress had seen no few young men and women come here for a room, but one as impatient as Wei Zhao, carrying a woman in on his back and demanding a room the instant he entered, was rare.

"An hourly room is fifteen yuan an hour, a full day stay is sixty yuan." the proprietress said to Wei Zhao.

"Oh, then I'll put down a hundred yuan deposit first." Wei Zhao took a hundred yuan from his pocket and handed it to the proprietress.

"Hold on, show your ID for registration." the proprietress said, not blinded by the sight of money and not letting down her guard.

Wei Zhao frowned, not knowing whether the girl on him could hold out, but there was no help for it, registering for a stay was only reasonable, so he could only take out his own ID and hand it to the proprietress for registration.

"You won't need hers, will you?" Wei Zhao asked. By she he naturally meant the girl on his back, and he trusted the proprietress would take his meaning.

"No need, registering one person is enough." The proprietress registered IDs as the relevant regulations required, not to make things hard for Wei Zhao on purpose, but one person registered for one room was enough. After scanning Wei Zhao's ID, the proprietress produced a room card. "Upstairs, Room 209. Go up yourself."

"Thank you." Wei Zhao took the room card and hurried upstairs with the girl on his back. All the way, the girl lay motionless against his shoulder, and if not for the heartbeat he could feel through the softness of her chest, Wei Zhao would almost have suspected she was already dead.

"Huff." Wei Zhao tossed the girl onto the bed, then carefully shut the door, drew the curtains, and checked every corner of the room closely, and only when he was sure there were no wireless cameras or such things did he feel at ease.

To tell the truth, had he not suddenly caught sight of the ring on the little finger of the girl's right hand, Wei Zhao would never have meddled in such idle business and brought trouble upon himself for nothing.

The pattern on the girl's ring stood for an organization, a very famous international assassin organization. Although Wei Zhao did not belong to this organization, its founder had no small connection with Wei Zhao.

The master who taught Wei Zhao the arts of assassination was precisely one of the founders of that organization. Old Man Wei was indeed formidable, but what he mastered was solid, steady, down-to-earth skill, suited for facing the enemy head-on.

But in the actual execution of missions, chances to face the enemy head-on were few and far between, and assassination and ambush were the keys to victory. When Wei Zhao was six years old, he had been sent by Old Man Wei to his master for two years of intensive training, and his master had taught him everything about assassination and ambush as a killer.

Although he did not know his master's exact identity, and Old Man Wei had never spoken of it directly, Wei Zhao could vaguely tell that his master was a truly formidable man.

He had not seen his master again for many years... All these years, Wei Zhao had missed this master dearly, for he was Wei Zhao's master in the true sense.

Although Old Man Wei had also taught Wei Zhao a great deal, it was more like the affection between grandfather and grandson, not a master-disciple bond, and Old Man Wei had never expected to be Wei Zhao's master.

With less than thirty percent of his master's arts learned, he had already seized the initiative time and again in missions, from which one could imagine how formidable his master's strength was, only that he had been too young at the time, and however diligently he studied, to truly grasp and retain thirty percent was already good going.

It was precisely because Wei Zhao remembered his master's kindness that when he saw on the girl's ring the mark of the organization his master had founded, he changed his mind and decided to lend this girl a hand.

Although his master had long since ceased to concern himself with any affairs of that organization, no matter what, this girl could still count as one of his own.

"I'll help you once. Whether you live or not depends on your fate." Wei Zhao laid the girl flat on the bed, and the bucket hat on her head slipped aside.

Her jet-black short hair scattered loose, and through the stray locks a pale yet delicate face could be clearly seen, its features exquisitely fine, its lashes long, while her two dark brows were knitted tight, as if even in unconsciousness she was in great pain.

Wei Zhao was slightly taken aback, never expecting that beneath that bucket hat hid such a stunning face, which rather surprised him. Such a pretty girl working as a killer?

Judging by her age, the girl could only be eighteen or nineteen, much like himself, and Wei Zhao shook his head, but this was her own affair, and he had no right to interfere.

From his earlier observation, the girl's wound should be on her lower body, but outside she wore leather pants that did not show blood, so he could not tell from the outside where she was hurt.

Wei Zhao was too lazy to search, and with one hard pull stripped off the girl's leather pants, and once they were off, he grew somewhat unnatural, his breathing quickening.

Although Wei Zhao's original intention had been very good, very pure, he had only, for his master's sake, extended a friendly hand of aid to this dying woman killer.

That was why he stripped off her pants to treat her wound, but if this woman killer had looked like a man killer, Wei Zhao reckoned he would not have had any particular thoughts, yet this woman killer happened to be beautiful and shapely, so Wei Zhao, having stripped off her pants, could hardly help some improper thoughts, as any normal man would have.

But what he saw next thoroughly doused the fire of desire in his heart.

The inside of the leather pants had been dyed completely red with blood, and beneath them the tights the girl wore were soaked through with bloody water, so that their original color could not be made out at all.

Shit, Wei Zhao drew in a cold breath. Like this, and she could still walk? Still run to a pharmacy? Not finding a proper place to recover was bad enough, but if she had to go anywhere it should have been a hospital. Did she really think that Divine Doctor Kang's golden wound medicine could stop bleeding in a flash?

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