"That depends on what you mean by worthless."
Zhou Yi said, "Do you know what a sea spider is? That's truly worthless. But you... hehe, you're still very useful. You just don't know it yourself."
"What do you mean?" Wesley asked, confused.
"Have you ever noticed your heart often racing, your inability to focus, your blood flowing faster..."
Zhou Yi's words were like a hammer striking Wesley's heart.
"That's what you possess. That's your value. You're the son of an assassin, so you have Assassin Bloodline."
"That's not the anxiety disorder you think it is. It's an inborn talent, one possessed only by the greatest assassins... and another kind of person."
"Besides that, I intend to use you too, so you have value to me as well. Because you can draw out Carlos, your father, Cross, the Assassin Alliance's most powerful assassin, the Assassin Master!"
"Though you haven't noticed, after observing for some time, I've discovered that he's right by your side. He's been watching you, secretly keeping an eye on you. He just doesn't dare meet you."
Zhou Yi clicked his tongue twice. "What a laughable man..."
"...You're lying!" Wesley retorted. "If he'd always been there, how could he have let me live like this? I'd rather live in a world of killing and death than waste the rest of my life in this kind of life!"
Not far outside, Carlos quietly listened, then shook his head with a bitter smile.
He had his own difficulties, but he also understood that, in a sense, he had indeed chosen Wesley's life for him. As a father, that was his mistake.
Of course, one reason was that he hadn't expected Wesley to be this useless either...
"Who knows? Maybe he thought that world was too cruel and didn't want you exposed