"Who is this?" The Silver-Haired Old Man looked at He Ao, hesitating for a moment. Then he turned to Wei Jinna beside him, his tone carrying a hint of confusion and uncertainty.
"Pa Xiu," Wei Jinna answered casually. Before the Silver-Haired Old Man could ask another question, she added directly, "Yes, the one mentioned on the wanted notice behind us."
"Ah, I see." The Silver-Haired Old Man took out a silk handkerchief from his breast pocket and lightly wiped the corner of his forehead.
"Friend, are you a little afraid of me?" A soft whisper sounded beside his ear.
His body suddenly stiffened. He turned toward the source of the voice.
At some unknown point, He Ao had appeared beside him. He narrowed his eyes slightly and smiled at him.
Within that calm gaze seemed to lurk a bloodthirsty lone wolf, ready to leap from his eyes in the next instant and tear him into bloody scraps.
The Silver-Haired Old Man stood frozen. He instinctively wanted to swallow, but forcibly held it back. Looking at Wei Jinna, he rasped, "Director Wei Jinna, have you captured this assassin?"
"Mr. Pa Xiu is willing to cooperate as a Witness of moral turpitude and provide key evidence," Wei Jinna said with a smile, speaking slowly. "Do you think my evidence is reliable now?"
"Of course. Director Wei Jinna managed to capture such a vicious assassin..." As he spoke, the Silver-Haired Old Man instinctively glanced at He Ao.
At that moment, He Ao had already moved away from his side. With his fingers interlocked behind his head, he looked around at the buildings with bored indifference.
Yet almost at that very instant, He Ao turned his head, curled his lips, and smiled at him.
The Silver-Haired Old Man immediately withdrew his gaze. He looked