Hearing this, Wang Zhenguo froze.
He opened his mouth, but his throat was dry. "P-President..."
Jiang Ran's tone didn't change in the slightest. He said softly, "I won't go into the combat techniques or how the fight went. Those flaws do need training."
"...But you killed just four ordinary people, and you're already feeling pleased with yourself?
"Have you ever thought about who my future opponents might be?"
Wang Zhenguo stared at him blankly.
"When the day comes that beings found only in myths actually stand before you..."
Jiang Ran bent down slightly, looking Wang Zhenguo straight in the eye.
"And you, as my agent..."
"Do you think you're really ready?"
As Wang Zhenguo listened, his pupils slowly widened.
He stared at the two red points of light behind the mask and remained silent for a long time.
Then he slowly took a deep breath, forcing down both the churning discomfort of having killed someone and that ridiculous sense of accomplishment.
"I understand, President."
Jiang Ran listened, then slowly straightened and adjusted Wang Zhenguo's collar. His movements were almost gentle.
"I hope you really do. That contract earned you an opportunity, but it isn't yours forever."
With that, Jiang Ran turned and walked away, gradually disappearing into the night.
Only after Jiang Ran had vanished completely did Wang Zhenguo dare to breathe deeply.
The night wind swept past, and his back felt icy. Only then did he realize it was soaked in cold sweat.
Remembering the President's look just now, he suddenly slapped himself hard.
Smack!
The sharp sound rang out clearly on the silent street.
"Get a grip."
He said it to himself.
After letting out a long breath, Wang Zhenguo's gaze slowly settled.
The arrogance that had sprouted from gaining a supernatural ability and killing someone for the