"I just said that I am an Attribute-less," Ye Lang replied.
"I'm not asking you that. Whether you're a good-for-nothing or not is none of my business!" Cold-Blooded Fifth said. Although people Attribute-less are relatively rare, such rarity has no value.
"Oh, so that means I'm Immune to All Poisons." Ye Lang didn't care. Anyway, he wasn't the only one who had called himself a good-for-nothing, so he Immune to All Poisons as well.
"Are you really Immune to All Poisons?" Cold-Blooded Fifth asked doubtfully.
"Ask Cold-Blooded Thirteenth, anyway, his medicine won't kill me," Ye Lang said casually, without turning his head, continuing to eat.
"If even Cold-Blooded Thirteenth's medicine can't kill you, then you are truly Immune to All Poisons. How did you manage to do that?" Cold-Blooded Fifth asked.
"It's from taking medicine!" Ye Lang replied.
"What medicine did you take?"
"There are many, it seems..." Ye Lang listed a whole bunch of medicines, causing Cold-Blooded Fifth to give up his idea immediately. He would have to wait until Cold-Blooded Thirteenth had finished his research before making a decision.
Most of these drugs were intestinal poisons, and the experienced and ruthless Cold-Blooded Fifth knew this. Why would he test them unless he wanted to die?
He also understood one thing: why Cold-Blooded Thirteenth brought Ye Lang back was not only because of his special physique, but also because Cold-Blooded Thirteenth simply couldn't figure out what was going on.
Even Cold-Blooded Thirteenth couldn't figure it out, so Cold-Blooded Fifth simply gave up and decided to give it a try himself.
"Alright, that's enough. Let Cold-Blooded Thirteenth handle these matters. Your life is his, so I won't interfere. You can leave now." Cold-Blooded Fifth times. Now that he knew he couldn't touch Ye Lang, he could only send him away.
"No, I haven't finished eating yet." Ye Lang shook his head and continued eating.
"Aren't you afraid I'll kill you?" Cold-Blooded Fifth said coldly.
"I'm afraid, but I'm even more afraid of going hungry!" Ye Lang replied casually while still eating.
What is this? Is this meant to embarrass me? Does it mean you think I won't dare to touch you?
Cold-Blooded Fifth's face began to freeze, and he said coldly, "Don't think that just because you have Cold-Blooded Thirteenth protecting you, you can be fearless. I can still kill you!"
"Kill me? Why?" Ye Lang stopped and asked, somewhat stunned. He didn't understand why Cold-Blooded Fifth would want to kill him.
He knew that Cold-Blooded Fifth was a ruthless killer, but he felt that such a person needed a reason to kill. He had not offended him, so why would he kill him?
"Why? I, Cold-Blooded Fifth, can kill whomever I want. No one in this world has ever asked why!" Cold-Blooded Fifth said coldly.
"You can't do this. How can you kill people just because you like? If you're going to kill someone, kill the bad guys, the ones who deserve to die," Ye Lang said seriously.
"... Are you an idiot?" Cold-Blooded Fifth asked Ye Lang.
"My sister and Little Seven often call me 'little fool,' I guess so," Ye Lang replied naively.
"..." Cold-Blooded Fifth felt speechless. This was a situation he had never encountered before. What should he do with such a little fool?
Kill him? That doesn't seem quite right. This little fool is kind of cute. Ugh, what am I saying?
"Hey, so you're not Cold-Blooded Fifth after all. What are you pretending for? You scared me to death! I thought I'd run into a murderous fiend!" Ye Lang immediately denied Cold-Blooded Fifth's identity after recognizing him, patting his chest as he spoke.
Cold-Blooded Fifth was stunned for a moment, thinking to himself, "You're scared? Judging from your previous appearance, you didn't seem scared at all."
Also, what does it mean to not be Cold-Blooded Fifth?
"I am Cold-Blooded Fifth!" Cold-Blooded Fifth said.
"Go away, you call yourself Cold-Blooded Fifth? I'm Cold-Blooded Thirteenth Hawk!" Ye Lang waved his hand, as if to say, "Go away and play somewhere else." Then he continued, "Speaking of which, your cooking is indeed quite good. Among women, you can be considered a master chef."
Among women? Why would Ye Lang use that word?
"The Cold-Blooded Thirteenth Hawk, that's our title!!" Cold-Blooded Fifth ignored Ye Lang's words and simply said coldly.
"Uh..." Ye Lang didn't expect that the name of the group he casually mentioned would be such a coincidence, it was the title of the first thirteen members of the Cold-Blooded Group, a title that had been passed down through generations.
The Cold-Blooded Thirteenth Hawk of the Cold-Blooded Group are actually the leaders of the Cold-Blooded Group. Those below, from the Cold-Blooded Fourteenth onwards, are all subordinate members. The Cold-Blooded Thirteenth marks a turning point in power.
That's why Ye Lang can wander around here freely; he's under the Cold-Blooded Thirteenth Shisan, and he's someone that ordinary people can't afford to offend.
But why doesn't Ye Lang believe that the person in front of him is Cold-Blooded Fifth?
"Look at this, I am Cold-Blooded Fifth!!" Cold-Blooded Fifth pointed to the number on his cloak, which clearly showed the word "Five," something that no one here dared to do.
"Stop pretending. Just make me a few dishes and let me have a proper meal. By the way, where do you live? Can I look for you later?" Ye Lang still felt it was impossible. He hadn't considered that the words on the cloak couldn't be messed with, nor had he considered that if he wasn't Cold-Blooded Fifth, then why would the people outside be so afraid?
"What do you want with me?" Cold-Blooded Fifth was stunned for a moment.
"Just here to freeload a meal!" Ye Lang stated his purpose simply and clearly.
"... You really aren't afraid of death! Why do you think I'm not Cold-Blooded Fifth?" Cold-Blooded Fifth seemed helpless against Ye Lang and asked with some curiosity.
"Because you are a woman, even though you are wearing a mask and a cloak, I'm sure you're a girl who's not even twenty years old!" Ye Lang said to Cold-Blooded Fifth with certainty.
That's right, that's why Ye Lang didn't want to believe that the person in front of him was Cold-Blooded Fifth. He was her, and a girl who was not even twenty years old, possibly even younger than him.
How could he possibly believe that this girl was the legendary ruthless killer, the one who instilled fear in everyone in the Cold-Blooded Group, and even someone specifically named by Cold-Blooded Thirteenth?
Therefore, Ye Lang believed that the cold-blooded girl in front of him, who exuded a strong killing intent, was definitely not Cold-Blooded Fifth!
"You, how did you know?" The girl, Cold-Blooded Fifth, looked at Ye Lang with some surprise. However, she was not surprised that Ye Lang suspected that she was not Cold-Blooded Fifth, but rather that Ye Lang could tell her age.
As for her gender, it was easy to guess. Her figure and voice were both easy to tell. The entire Cold-Blooded Group knew that she was a woman, which was a generally accepted fact.
However, because it was a generally accepted fact, no one paid attention to it or told Ye Lang, feeling that there was no need to say more.