Perhaps because she was going to meet someone important from the Inner City, Qiantiao was dressed quite formally today.
She wasn't baring one arm like usual, revealing that intimidating, ugly full-sleeve tattoo and looking like a street thug. Today, she wore a colorful, loose-fitting kimono in red, green, and blue, which gave her a somewhat homely air.
Suren glanced at her with slight surprise, feeling that something was strangely off.
The loose, overlapping robe left a broad expanse of white at the collar. Without the restraint of bandages, her chest instead seemed even fuller and more substantial, with a deep, alluring view.
It was the same uninhibited style of dress as always.
She had lost some of the big sister's gangster-like air and gained a little more sex appeal.
Perhaps he had never imagined that the formidable Qiantiao had this side to her.
Of course, if one ignored the four murderous-looking katanas hanging from her waist, she still possessed some of the graceful charm of a gentle young married woman.
Qiantiao watched as Suren effortlessly dealt with the assassin arranged in the corridor, her eyes narrowing into a pleased smile. She seemed very satisfied with his performance.
Judging by the way she spoke to the people inside, it was probably as if she were saying: See? The person I recommended isn't bad, right?
"Come, let me introduce you to Madam Philo."
Qiantiao beckoned to Suren, casually draping an arm around his shoulders as if they were old friends. In a low voice, she said, "She's the Cross Society's patron. Perform well."
If Kai hadn't told him the purpose of this trip beforehand, Suren probably would have found those words—"perform well"—rather strange.
Suren felt his arm sink into something soft and warm. Unable to refuse, he nodded. "Mm."
He was also