Chapter 330 — Best Never to Meet Again
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"Open your clothes? What are you thinking?" Wei Zhao glared at the dumbstruck cool girl and barked at her.
"Take... take off my clothes? Still?" Yang Qiqi was a little incoherent.
"Just open up your shoulder." Wei Zhao frowned. "Anyway, I saw what needed seeing last time. I've no interest in someone who wants to repay my kindness by killing me, day in and day out."
"As if I cared!" A flicker of annoyance surfaced on Yang Qiqi's cool little face, but she pulled down her collar all the same, baring a shoulder white as snow... On that shoulder was a bloody hole, glaringly conspicuous — the mark of a bullet that had punched through.
"Cut the chatter!" Wei Zhao glanced at the cool girl's shoulder, drew the dagger lightly across it, then gave a flick, and a bullet head flew out and landed on the car seat.
Wei Zhao fished the powdered herbs he had compounded himself out of his pocket, sprinkled them over the cool girl's wound, and said, "Don't put your clothes back on yet. It'll be fine in a moment."
"Oh..." Last time her wound had healed under Wei Zhao's hands with miraculous speed — by that very night it had scabbed over and grown new flesh — so Yang Qiqi had complete faith in his methods.
And there was one more crucial point: no scars left behind, which Yang Qiqi found simply wondrous. She was an assassin, and injuries were a commonplace. But she was a girl after all, and a girl always minds the scars on her skin; once Wei Zhao's herb powder went on, it seemed no scar would remain.
This herb powder was something Wei Zhao prepared for himself; every time he went out on a mission he carried some for emergencies. This mission, though, had held no real danger to speak of, and he had thought he wouldn't need it — in the end, it went to the cool girl.
His work on the wound at the cool girl's shoulder done, Wei Zhao turned to look at her calf. Yang Qiqi had already rolled up the pant leg over it.
Once again Wei Zhao made a neat cut and a flick; the bullet flew out, the herb powder went on fast, and the bleeding stopped.
"There, done. Don't do anything this dangerous again. You're not cut out to be an assassin." Wei Zhao spoke to the cool girl with weighty earnestness. "You may be cool, you may look like a born little killer, but assassins are usually not cool at all — people like me..."
"You..." Yang Qiqi's eyes went wide. Weren't assassins all cool...? Mom at home was cool too, cold and aloof, and only when she looked at Dad did a smile come onto her face...
"All right, I'll take you back. Kenhe Hotel, right? You give the directions." Wei Zhao gave Yang Qiqi no chance to keep talking; he turned and sat down in the driver's seat and started the car.
"Go straight from here... then turn right..." Yang Qiqi had no choice but to give Wei Zhao directions, her cool little face written all over with gloom... Was she really not cut out to be an assassin? It had to be this big liar talking nonsense... Right, he must be afraid she would grow stronger and come to kill him one day! Hmph, that had to be it. Just you wait, Wei Zhao — sooner or later I'll surpass you...
"At least you remember the roads. That much qualifies you as an assassin." Wei Zhao rarely praised the cool girl; Yang Qiqi was just about to cheer in delight when she heard him add: "But you'd be better suited to being a tour guide, or driving a taxi!"
"You..." Yang Qiqi was beside herself with anger. All that talk, and wasn't he simply saying she was an unqualified assassin? Hmph. As if he had never failed a mission?
"Hey, what were you doing there tonight? Have you never failed a mission?" Yang Qiqi asked, unconvinced.
"I went to bring someone out. You've already seen him." Wei Zhao did not hide it. "As for failure — sorry, I'd actually like to know what failure tastes like."
"Bragging!" A flicker of doubt crossed Yang Qiqi's face. "Hey, those herbs of yours work really well. Could you give me some?"