It made him look like an assassin walking through the darkness—cold and cool.
It was precisely this unique aura that made people notice him at a glance.
In fact, Huiting was not the only one who noticed One Kill.
Ever since One Kill had stopped downstairs, although he felt the spot he had chosen drew little attention, passersby had actually noticed him standing there, whether intentionally or not.
Huiting noticed One Kill not merely because of his attire and striking appearance.
It was also because of the pensive expression on his lowered face. He seemed troubled by something, wrapped in an air of sorrow.
What could make someone so outstanding at first glance wear such a sorrowful expression?
This man was standing beneath Vast Source Corporation, which had always been famous for its excellent medicines.
Could it be... that one of his family members had contracted a terminal illness, and after searching everywhere for renowned doctors without finding a cure, he had stopped outside Vast Source Corporation?
Vast Source Corporation did indeed help people with terminal illnesses, but it was not guaranteed that they could cure them completely. After all, a terminal illness was called terminal because it was difficult to cure.
So was he hesitating here because he feared that the last hope he had finally found would be extinguished as well?
He hoped Vast Source Corporation could cure his family member, yet he was also afraid of receiving a final diagnosis here that the illness could not be treated.
Huiting could not help feeling sad for One Kill.
She had once been just as helpless, but fortune had smiled upon her, and her terminal illness had been cured.
Huiting stepped in front of One Kill. "Don't hesitate. Are you here to ask Vast Source Corporation to treat your