Killing the Room Inspector

In the middle carriage.

Ymir was meditating, but after hearing the news of Baron Askpa's rebellion, she had been restless.

Now that the telegram had been sent, she was waiting for confirmation of what had happened.

At this moment, Rein calculated the time and realized it was time to change his bandages and clean his wounds again.

He directly took out the gauze and medicine from his backpack and said as usual, "Miss Ymir, it's time for your dressing change."

Although high-level Extraordinary beings possessed incredible self-healing abilities, the strange extraordinary power within Ymir constantly prevented her wounds from healing. Even though Ymir endured it and never mentioned it, Rein had seen her suffer from cold sweats pouring down her body due to that power several times.

Doctor's apprentices were powerless against such injuries. Rein could only do his best to complete the physical aspect of the healing by frequently changing the bandages and cleaning the wounds, hoping to accelerate her self-healing.

"Mhm."

Hearing that it was time for her dressing change, Ymir nodded.

She casually removed her outer jacket and inner lining, revealing her beautiful bare back to Rein.

The fracture on her arm had almost healed, and the wounds on her back left no scars, appearing as smooth as if she had never been injured.

Rein, with a clear mind, opened the blood-stained gauze and cleaned the wound area bit by bit.

Then he moved to the front of her body.

Ymir shielded her chest with one hand, covering her proud curves.

Even so, large expanses of fair skin were exposed to Rein without obstruction.

When she sat, her form was even more magnificent than when she lay down.

It was heavy, as if a delicate hand could barely bear the weight.

Rein had no idea that he was the only man in the world fortunate enough to witness this unparalleled beauty.

Let alone touch it, no one had ever seen the pure body of the dignified Princess Oma, except for the old palace maids who served her closely.

Both of them were accustomed to the dressing change process. Rein's hands were skilled, and Ymir showed no signs of shyness or discomfort, maintaining a composed expression.

A few days prior, they had been outdoors, and changing the dressing hadn't been this troublesome. But this confined small cabin was extremely cramped. With them facing each other, even turning around was difficult.

Rein had to get very close, and the faint, ice-lotus-like fragrance from Ymir's body always wafted into his nostrils.

There was only a small red lamp on the wall, and the dim light made the small cabin feel somewhat like an unsanitary massage parlor from his previous life.

The lighting and proximity created a very ambiguous atmosphere.

Thump, thump.

Their heartbeats likely quickened during certain unintentional, extremely delicate touches.

Rein didn't know if the formidable Ymir had noticed.

Her expression remained indifferent, and she showed no intention of speaking.

Rein collected himself and carefully bandaged the wound.

"All done, Miss Ymir."

After changing the dressing and wrapping the new bandages, Rein helped Ymir get dressed.

This was a train, and people walking back and forth outside the corridor was normal.

But suddenly, with the sound of a key, someone was opening the door to their carriage!

"Someone's here!"

Ymir frowned and quickly put on her gas mask. She didn't want anyone other than this doctor to see her true face.

"A conductor? Why would they open the lock without knocking..."

Rein grumbled in dissatisfaction.

Before he could even put on his gas mask, the two people outside who had unlocked the door directly entered.

Both intruders wore tight black leather outfits. One had an earring, and the other had a green mohawk. They didn't look like conductors but rather like gang enforcers.

Rein asked with a cold expression, "What do you think you're doing?"

"Checking for wanted criminals!"

The man with the green mohawk glanced over with a swagger and said, "Take off your gas masks. We need to verify your identities."

"On what grounds?"

These two, claiming to be checking for fugitives, looked more like thugs trying to extort money.

Rein knew Ymir absolutely did not want anyone to see her appearance, so he refused, "What right do you have to enter our cabin without permission? We are passengers who bought tickets! Please leave before I call the conductor!"

Moreover, if her peerless beauty were seen by these two, it would likely cause trouble.

At this moment, Ymir hadn't had time to put on her jacket, but her plain white linen inner shirt had already roughly outlined her figure. Coupled with her innate noble aura, even in this small cabin, she could instantly attract attention.

"Heh?!"

The man with the green mohawk let out a cold laugh, his gaze falling on Ymir and unable to move away.

Even without seeing her face, he was certain that the woman before him had an incredible figure.

He raised the bunch of door keys in his hand and said, "We are the crew! I'm telling you, cooperate with our inspection, and everything will be fine. Otherwise, I'll kick you off the train!"

As he spoke, the rooster-haired guy, who had clearly developed impure thoughts, walked directly into the cabin. He pointed at Ymir, who was wearing a gas mask, and said with ill intent, "Take off your mask. I need to check if you're a wanted criminal!"

Clearly, he was acting on lust.

Rein's face darkened as he listened. He didn't want trouble, but he wouldn't stand by while someone tried to walk all over him.

Just then, he also noticed the actions of the earring-wearing man behind the rooster-haired guy, which made him even more suspicious.

The guy was holding a paper that looked like a bounty notice. Upon seeing Rein, his expression changed drastically, as if he had discovered something.

Then, the guy pretended to discreetly check something on the notice against Rein again. His eyes flickered, and he couldn't quite suppress his excitement and eagerness.

Rein calmly took in their expressions. He was familiar with the earring-wearing man's gaze – it was the "greed" of someone looking to kill for profit.

Without needing to guess, he knew that the notice probably had a lot to do with him!

Did these guys recognize his face?

Rein kept his expression neutral, but his intuition had already made him quietly decide: he absolutely could not let these two leave!

The earring-wearing man probably thought the target with a hundred million bounty would be tough. He didn't make a sound, likely intending to retreat and find backup. He tugged at the green-haired rooster-head, giving him a signal to withdraw.

The rooster-head clearly hadn't understood yet and grumbled, "What are you doing?"

The earring-wearing man's expression turned awkward for a moment. He winked at Rein and discreetly flicked the notice in his hand with his finger.

In that instant, the rooster-head finally understood.

No matter how much he tried to conceal his expression, the flush of blood rising to his skin due to excitement couldn't be hidden.

No wonder he felt the person in front of him looked familiar. What a coincidence, running into the walking hundred million bounty right here?

Seeing their clumsy acting, Rein became even more certain that these two had malicious intentions!

Without any further hesitation, his muscles tensed. A cold glint flashed in his hand as he produced a surgical knife as if by magic. Seizing the moment when the two turned to exit the cabin, he lunged forward with a burst of speed.

Two mobsters: one a half-baked Extraordinary, the other not even that. They might be fine bullying ordinary people, but against Rein, a ruthless assassin trained by the Phantom Thief organization, they were no match.

Although the two were already on guard, in that flash of an eye, they only saw Rein's figure flicker, and then the cabin door was kicked shut.

In close-quarters combat, a short blade clearly had the advantage.

Before the earring-wearing man could even process what had happened, Rein had already used the surgical knife to slash his throat.

The rooster-head beside him was splattered with hot blood. Before the look of terror could even fully form on his face, Rein plunged the knife into his lower back.

Even as he was dying, the rooster-head reacted quickly.

He lunged forward, trying to overpower Rein with his strength and escape through the door.

Unfortunately for him, when he slammed into Rein, it felt like hitting a wall. He was shocked to realize that this doctor in a white coat was stronger than him!

Rein had learned nothing but killing techniques in the Phantom Thief organization, with no flashy, unnecessary movements.

If he could kill with one knife, he would never use a second!

Keeping them alive now was out of the question. If these guys made a sound, it might attract the attention of other passengers.

Rein hunched his back to block the rooster-head's charge, then his left hand shot out like lightning from under his armpit, grabbing his neck and lifting him with immense force, slamming him against the wall.

"Help—"

Before the rooster-head could even finish shouting and struggling, the cold gleam of the surgical knife precisely pierced his heart.

He pulled it out.

Squelch

Blood sprayed, flowing onto the floor from his leather jacket. He was already dead.

It took only three to five breaths to kill both of them.

Rein let out a slow breath as he looked at the two corpses on the floor.

Then, he looked at Ymir on the bed.

The formidable woman's expression was unchanged, as if the death of two people meant nothing to her. Besides, they were already as good as dead in her eyes.

However, she did gain a new appreciation for Rein's methods and decisiveness. She had already noticed that he had clearly only recently advanced to become an Extraordinary, possessing monstrous strength and formidable physical fitness.

She had initially thought he had advanced in a sequence like a martial artist, but she hadn't expected his killing methods to be those of a seasoned assassin.

This greatly surprised the well-traveled Eldest Princess.

With her experience, she could tell that Rein's assassination skills were those of a veteran assassin trained for many years.

But then, how could he also be a doctor?

Rein felt a bit uncomfortable under her strange gaze. He shrugged and tried to explain, "As you can see, I'm a doctor. It's normal for me to know a few martial techniques for self-defense."

"I've met many doctors who know martial arts," Ymir said, her tone peculiar.

She paused, then added, "But you're the first one I've seen perform a Throat Slash so proficiently."

"Huh?"

Rein forced an awkward smile and shrugged noncommittally.

The situation had been urgent just now, and he hadn't had time to hold back, unleashing his full power with his techniques to kill the two men. He understood that the powerful figure had likely seen through some of his foundations.

However, Ymir still showed no intention of prying into Rein's secrets. She merely suggested calmly, "The extraordinary path you're advancing on isn't suited for an assassin. You should advance along the Martial Artist or Qi Master sequence from now on."

"Mm, thank you for your guidance, Miss Ymir."

Rein also breathed a sigh of relief.

While this noble lady's temperament was a bit cold, it was a good thing. At least she didn't like digging into other people's secrets.

At this point, Rein finally bent down and picked up the notice from beside the earring-wearing man's corpse.

Upon seeing it, he immediately froze.

"Holy crap! Isn't that my picture?!"

Seeking recommendation tickets~