Ye Fan walked into the house. It looked a little like the front desk service area of a small hotel. A counter was placed there, and on the counter was a drunken, red-nosed old man who was snoring.
On the side of the counter, there were a few pots of flowers and plants that had died because they were not watered. These pots were also filled with all kinds of cigarette butts and all kinds of rubbish.
A dirty crystal lamp, with several bulbs hanging out, was left with only three bulbs, barely maintaining the light in the lobby.
After the white youth closed the door, he slowly walked to the counter and was about to take out a guest's registration book, but because the old man was lying on the counter, he pressed down on the booklet.
Without saying a word, the white youth pushed the drunken old man away with a slap.
The old man fell to the ground with a "clang" sound, snoring twice, and then continued to curl up and sleep, muttering, "Loana... Be careful... Butt out a little higher..." Wu wu … "
He didn't know what the old man was dreaming about, but he was sleeping soundly.
The white youth didn't care about the old man and picked up a plastic ballpoint pen with a broken shaft. The pen was still red, and he raised his head and asked Ye Fan, "What's your name?"
Ye Fan replied, "Ye Fan."
"I don't know how to write, write it yourself." The white youth pushed the book and pen in front of Ye Fan.
Ye Fan almost laughed out loud. This sloppy bastard, the front desk he found was too f * cking bullshit!
However, Ye Fan still wrote down his name and asked, "Is your president here?"
When the white youth heard this, he glanced at Ye Fan with a strange expression, "You're looking for our president to reminisce about the past?"
"Yes." Ye Fan nodded, "Really, we're old friends."
"He just went out," the white youth said.
"Where did you go? Did you go to kill someone? "Ye Fan asked. That would be unfortunate.
The white man shook his head. "I went to the park."
When Ye Fan heard this, he thought of something and smiled, "Alright, then I'll wait for him."
The white youth pointed to a dark passageway inside, "You can go in. Go straight inside, and the president's office is at the very end."
He didn't care about Ye Fan's identity at all. The white youth didn't ask any questions and directly picked up a phone with a broken screen and started to play a shooting game.
As he walked in, he could see all kinds of flags hanging on both sides, as well as all kinds of medals and trophies stored in some glass cabinets.
These flags and display cabinets were all covered in dust. Usually, no one would clean them.
However, if someone were to take a closer look, the words written on these flags and trophies would definitely be shocking!
"Seth's Selection of the World's Number One Assassin Guild — Baphomet!"
"World Assassin Ranking Gold Saber Award — Asmuntis!"
"The World's Best Assassin Association — Baphomet!"
"Assassin Guild Lifetime Achievement Award — Asmuntis!"
"Life Honorary President of the Assassin Society — Asmuntis."
Almost all the highest awards that the world's assassins and assassin organizations could obtain were all available here. Furthermore, they had been the world's number one assassin organization for three consecutive years!
As for those silk banners, many of them were to thank the assassins for their successful assassinations. There were so many that the customers couldn't fit them all. Many of them were rolled up and casually thrown into the display cabinets.
Everything declared who was the strongest assassin guild in this world! Who is the strongest assassin?
Baphomet! Asmuntis!
Looking at these trophies and medals, Ye Fan's eyes were filled with emotion and gratification. He thought to himself, "Sloppy bastard, you're doing well."
In addition to these exhibits, on both sides of the passageway, there were also different rooms. There were training rooms, gyms, and even swimming pools.
What was even more miraculous was that although most of the places were very dirty, the training grounds for the assassin's abilities were very clean.
Ye Fan walked over and saw a dozen or so male and female assassins between the ages of ten and thirty. They were focused on training all kinds of techniques inside.
They were completely focused and completely ignored Ye Fan's passing. It was as if in their world, there was only becoming stronger! Stronger! Become stronger!
Ye Fan walked to the innermost wooden door. The door didn't have a lock at all, so he could just push it open and enter.
As soon as he walked in, Ye Fan sensed that something was wrong, but he didn't make a move. Instead, he silently accepted all of this …
A sharp dagger with a cold light pressed against Ye Fan's neck from the side.
The one holding the dagger was a woman wearing a tight ninja suit. She had a head of long black hair tied into a ponytail with a red rope. She was neat and tidy.
Her skin was as white as snow, her eyes were as clear as autumn water, her nose was high, her lips were small, and she had a small oval face. She was exquisite and generous.
The key point was that under her black ninja clothes, her figure was extremely proud, completely unlike that of an Eastern woman. Her upper body was so plump that it was as if her clothes couldn't cover it at all. Her waist was as slender as a willow, and her lower body was perfectly round and perky.
It was hard to imagine how such a tight and plump figure was trained. If it wasn't for her natural beauty, she wouldn't have been able to grow it the day after tomorrow.
This young woman had hidden herself extremely well just now. Ye Fan didn't discover her existence until he walked in. To be able to hide it from Ye Fan, her concealment ability was already ridiculously strong.
"Who are you?" The voice of the young female assassin was very cold, but it was very melodious.
Ye Fan sighed lightly, a nostalgic smile appearing on his face. He turned his head with a gentle look in his eyes, "Fog Night, don't you recognize me?"
When Ye Fan said this, when the woman saw Ye Fan's appearance clearly, the dagger in the woman's hand immediately fell to the ground.
"Ding ling!"
The dagger made a crisp sound, as if it was also knocking on the female assassin's heart.
"MY... MY-PRINCE!?"
Fog Night was so excited that he was about to kneel down on one knee, but was supported by Ye Fan.
"Alright, hey, we've known each other since we were young, there's no need for you to be like this. I didn't even react to you just now, you've already grown so big." Ye Fan playfully sized up the woman's figure, "It's really not simple. Back then, I never thought that a little girl could look so feminine …"
Fog Night's eyes revealed a hint of excitement and anticipation, "King, do you like my body?"
When Ye Fan heard this question, he couldn't help but feel strange, "Hey, why do you also call me King? We met in OLD-ONES, didn't you call me Brother FALLEN back then? Even if you don't call me Brother now, you can still call me Ye Fan, why are you calling me King?"
"You are the king. Back then, FALLEN had already become a god in a single battle …" How could I still dare to call you big brother … "Fog Night's eyes revealed a trace of worship from a young girl.
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