Chicken, You're Too Beautiful

In the training hall, Leon stared at Ren Xiu. Only after a flush appeared on her face did he speak.

"Your chest is too big!"

In an instant, Ren Xiu's face turned as red as a big apple.

Her voice shrank to a mosquito's buzz.

"What are you talking about?!"

"I'm stating a fact." Leon kept his eyes fixed straight ahead as he said seriously, "This is your only flaw. It's an obstacle to becoming a top-tier killer, so from now on, you'd better prepare to bind your chest..."

"Pervert!"

A while later, Leon looked at Ren Xiu lying on the ground, unable to understand why she had suddenly gotten so angry and even tried to slap him.

Ren Xiu, meanwhile, narrowed her eyes at the middle-aged uncle across from her. Sure enough, there was a reason some people stayed single for so long.

"Don't suddenly attack a killer. Killers have an instinct to counterattack," Leon said stiffly.

Then he scratched his head, feeling that an apology would be better.

"All right, you girls just care too much about appearances. If you don't want to, uh, do that, then you'll have to work even harder in the future to make up for this shortcoming!"

"It's not a shortcoming!" Ren Xiu's cheeks puffed up with anger. Like a furious little tiger, she cried out and pounced at Leon again.

But the hand she thrust out was caught by Leon in one grab, and with a beautiful shoulder throw, he slammed her to the ground.

"Why did you throw me again? This time it wasn't a sneak attack!" Ren Xiu asked dazedly from the ground.

"I know. That's why formal training starts now." Leon's expression turned stern. "After Killer J's blessing, you should have noticed that your senses have been comprehensively strengthened."