Could a Kid That Timid Really Be an Assassin?

From some distance away, Lu Chengze watched the spectacular killing unfold and ground his back teeth. "Lu Jin, did you get a clear look at that person's face?"

He could not shake the inexplicable feeling that the person seemed familiar.

Lu Jin shook his head. "No... I was too busy watching that precise, stylish throat-slitting move."

"..." Lu Chengze asked irritably, "Don't you think that person looked familiar?"

"Familiar? No. He wasn't wearing a mask, but his hat was big enough that the brim covered nearly half his face. I could only see his mouth. Oh, right..." Lu Jin said seriously, "Fifth Master, I read their lips just now. That assassin seemed to call him some perverted killer, Bai Jin? Perverted killer White Scarf?"

"You're the perverted killer Bai Jin!" Lu Chengze gritted his teeth. "With that kid's courage, could he possibly be an assassin? Can't you say something more reliable?"

Deep down, Lu Chengze believed that a sweet, timid child like Bai Jin could never possibly be an assassin.

If assassins were all as well-behaved as Bai Jin, they would probably go out of business and starve to death.

Besides, just over an hour ago, he had spoken on the phone with Bai Jin, who had obediently been at home. An hour later, Bai Jin had run off to this private mountain to kill someone?

How was that possible?

"I only guessed based on reading that assassin's lips!" Thinking about it, Lu Jin found it reasonable too and awkwardly scratched his head. "But, Fifth Master, I remember there being an assassin called White Scarf on the international rankings. He seemed to be the chief instructor of the Third War Zone at War Wolf Base."

"White Scarf?" Lu Chengze narrowed his eyes. "His name does sound rather like the kid's."

"That isn't important." After seeing his men wave at them and confirming that the assassin was dead, Lu Chengze waved a hand. "What matters now is reconstructing White Scarf's method of killing and checking whether the fatal wound on the body matches the finishing wound on that drug lord."

Lu Jin nodded. "Understood."

After swiftly leaving the scene, Bai Jin returned to where he had hidden his motorcycle, took off his hat, put on his helmet, and sped away.

By the time Lu Chengze and the others repeatedly confirmed that the assassin's fatal injury matched the wounds on the bodies they had placed at the police station, Bai Jin was already riding back.

"Beep, beep, beep—"

The special ringtone for War Wolf Base sounded. Bai Jin switched his helmet to Bluetooth mode and answered the call.

"This is White Scarf."

"Yo! Judging by how pleased you sound, have you already taken care of the assassin hiding on that private mountain?" It was Red Wolf calling.

The remote surveillance data on their end showed that one killing location had suddenly vanished from the map. Red Wolf guessed that Bai Jin had made his move.

"Mm, I took him out half an hour ago..." Bai Jin did not hide anything and briefly explained how he had found and killed the assassin so Red Wolf's side could review the operation.

Red Wolf listened with great interest. "Sure enough, it sounds even more thrilling when our Chief Instructor White Scarf personally takes action. But you said there were spectators nearby when you killed him?"

"Mm, they were probably there to hunt that assassin too. When I made my move, they showed no intention of saving him."

There was a trace of confusion in Bai Jin's voice. "But they seemed more interested in me. Keep an eye out on your end. Someone may investigate my movements."

After all, he had not concealed his conversation with the assassin. Anyone who knew even a little lip-reading would soon be able to translate what they had said.

Red Wolf laughed heartily. "Don't worry. White Scarf is the most mysterious chief instructor of the Third War Zone at War Wolf Base. His whereabouts have always been top secret. Who knows where he might turn up to rid the world of evil?"

Ever since White Scarf's reputation as a perverted killer had become famous internationally, countless people had secretly investigated his whereabouts every year. Yet not a single one had managed to truly trace White Scarf's real tracks.

An hour and a half later, Bai Jin returned home. He had already changed out of his clothes before coming back and thrown them into the trash.

When he lay back down in bed and prepared to rest, his phone chimed with a WeChat notification.

Bai Jin picked up his phone and opened it. It was from Lu Chengze.

[Kid, are you asleep?]

The six short words looked simple and ordinary, but Bai Jin could detect a hint of probing in them.

Smiling, Bai Jin replied: [I was just about to sleep. Fifth Master, is something wrong?]

Lu Chengze did not reply. He directly initiated a video call.

Bai Jin answered it, holding the phone close enough that the camera showed only his face and none of his surroundings. "Fifth Master?"

The lighting on Lu Chengze's end was dim, and faint chatter could be heard in the background. "Nothing. I just wanted to see whether you were being good and staying home."

Bai Jin was puzzled. "It's the middle of the night. If I'm not home, where else could I go?"

Lu Chengze nodded, smiling in satisfaction as he raised his voice slightly. "Exactly. You're just a kid. If you aren't at home sleeping in the middle of the night, where else could you go?"

Bai Jin said nothing, merely looking at Lu Chengze on the screen with confusion.

Someone seemed to say something to Lu Chengze, and he smiled at Bai Jin. "Kid, I can't find one of my watches. See if it's in the nightstand to your right."

Bai Jin looked suspicious, though inwardly he sneered. Tsk. They must have already decoded my conversation with that assassin. Someone suspects me.

"Oh. When did you leave your watch at my place?" Though he said that, he still took the phone and turned sideways to search through the nightstand on his right.

As Bai Jin moved, more of his bedroom appeared in the camera frame. While Bai Jin lowered his head to search, Lu Chengze nodded at the person beside him.

"Fifth Master, is this the watch?" Before long, Bai Jin pulled out a Vacheron Constantin men's watch, though his face had turned bright red.

"Mm, that's it. I thought I'd lost it, but then I remembered that maybe that night, when I held you while we slept, I was afraid it would press against you, so I took it off and casually tossed it into the drawer."

Lu Chengze nodded, speaking with a perfectly straight face, though his gaze remained fixed on Bai Jin's rosy cheeks. "Kid, why is your face suddenly so red? Are you feeling unwell somewhere?"

Bai Jin looked up and glared at Lu Chengze indignantly. "And you still have the nerve to ask!"

Lu Chengze looked utterly innocent. "What did I do?"

"Why is my nightstand drawer filled with..." Bai Jin's face reddened further.

Lu Chengze smiled and coaxed him. "Filled with what? Baby, what did you see?"

This time, Bai Jin did not even dare meet Lu Chengze's eyes. Instead of answering the man's question, he asked in mortified anger, "When did you buy so many condoms?"

Although condoms were necessary for adding spice to life, who bought an entire drawer full of them?

Bai Jin had counted roughly just now. There were four layers in total, twenty-four boxes per layer, and every box contained ten.

When he calculated that this tiny drawer held over nine hundred condoms, all neatly stacked, Bai Jin felt his vision go dark.

That bastard Lu Chengze!!!

Unlike Bai Jin's embarrassment and fury, Lu Chengze smiled openly. "Oh, you mean those! What about them? We'll need them sooner or later. Besides, as your boyfriend, isn't this exactly what I should be doing?"