"That's how you hold the sword."
On the cold street. A skinny young man in a long black shirt said calmly to the empty space in front of him.
"What? Still not coming out? "
His fingers moved slightly, clenching and unclenching. Then he slowly walked forward.
"Are you frightened by my powerful dark sword crystallized from the Saint Force?"
He covered his face with one hand and laughed awkwardly.
"My sword! It's not something you can stop!! "
He spun his body, his right hand seemed to be holding something as he slashed forward.
Whoosh …
A gentle breeze blew past, a garbage truck with music playing passed him. The driver glanced at the young man with a cigarette in his mouth. Speechless, he shook his head and drove off into the distance, leaving a trail of exhaust behind him.
Realizing that he was seen, the young man's face flushed red and he quickly retracted his posture.
He came out of the internet cafe and wanted to go crazy after staying up all night, since there was no one around. He made a few moves on impulse.
But …
The young man rubbed his flushed cheeks.
The winter morning was still shrouded in a thin layer of cold fog.
He put his hands in his pockets, shrunk his neck, and walked along the deserted street towards the school.
"You look energetic today." — Sword Web.
With a beep, a chat interface popped up in front of him. On it was a mysterious chat device that he picked up somewhere, and one of his friends was inside.
The young man thought about it.
"It's okay, just a little awkward today." — Invincible Superman.
"Didn't you see the group asking about Giving Hope and Purple Time? Red Whale gave them some suggestions, aren't you going to say something? "— Sword Web.
"I'll pass. I'm going into seclusion now, hoping to break through to the next level. I'll leave these things to you big shots. "— Invincible Superman.
After chatting with his friend Sword Web on this mysterious chat device for a while, the young man wiped his hair, feeling that it was a little greasy and needed to wash.
He sighed and touched the last ten bucks in his pocket. After thinking about it, he didn't hail a taxi and walked towards the university.
His name was Zhao Hongjing. Yes, he was a chuunibyou.
He used to dream of suddenly awakening his Arcana and suddenly exploding with a shocking physique.
Or perhaps his family had suddenly revealed some shocking identity. It turned out that he was the son of a certain rich man, but his parents had deliberately concealed the truth for his normal development.
At that time, he suddenly received a mysterious chatting device. At that time, he thought he was the real protagonist.
Unfortunately, after trying all kinds of methods to train his superpower, there was no effect.
After that, he understood that although the people in the chatting device were also good at talking, they were actually a group of delusional chuunibyou.
Then, he began to brag about his experiences.
After living like this for a long time, bragging would get tiring. Therefore, he also began to retreat back to reality and began to seriously live the daily life of a second-year dog.
After chatting with the person on the chat device for a while, Zhao Hongjing sighed.
The fantasy was over, and they would eventually have to return to reality.
After all, he was just an ordinary nineteen-year-old college student.
His parents worked in two different small companies, and their monthly income was no more than 20,000RMB. It was okay for them to be well-off, but it was hard for them to be rich.
His studies were mediocre, barely passable, and ordinary.
After graduation, perhaps he would also find a small company like that, and then take a fixed monthly salary and live a peaceful life.
However, this kind of future that could be seen at a glance made Zhao Hongjing feel a little resistant from the bottom of his heart.
"So annoying!"
He scratched his hair hard. He quickened his pace and walked toward the school.
…
…
On the side of the street not far away, a silver car with a centaur logo was quietly parked on the side of the road.
In the driver's seat, there was a calm man wearing a gray trench coat. His long hair covered his eyes, and only a trace of his eyes could be seen.
Through the window, the man watched Zhao Hongjing slowly walk into the school gate until he could no longer see him.
He was silent for a long time. After a while, he lowered his head, took out a cigarette, and lit it gently.
In the car, he completely smoked the cigarette. Then, the man gently pressed out the butt of the cigarette and threw it into the ashtray.
He took out his phone and quickly dialed a number.
The other side immediately picked up after two rings.
"Hello? Dad? "Zhao Hongjing's voice came from the phone.
A trace of gentleness flashed in the long-haired man's eyes.
"The company is going on a business trip again. If there's anything, tell your mom. She's at home. I'm outside, and the signal might not be good. Don't call me. "
"Okay, got it," Zhao Hongjing replied. "By the way, Dad, I'm a little short of money this month. Can I get some living expenses in advance?"
When he said the last sentence, Zhao Hongjing's tone slowly became cautious.
"Kid, tell me, how much do you need?" The long-haired man asked with a smile.
"Four … four hundred?"
"I'll give you five hundred. Save your money."
"Got it. Thank you, Dad! Hehehe! "
"Okay, study harder. Don't let your mom and I worry too much."
"I know, I know. Don't worry!"
He hung up the phone. The long-haired man took a deep breath. There was still a trace of a smile on his face.
He started the car and slowly sped toward the airport.
Soon, there was another call on the road.
The man pressed the button to answer. Without waiting for the other side to speak, he looked at the number.
"I'll be there soon."
"Yes, Leader," a cold female voice came from the other side of the phone. "I'm using an encrypted channel. It's our own communication channel."
"Okay, the target this time is a bit tricky. I'll be watching from the side. If you can't complete the mission, I'll send a Gold member to join in." The man reminded.
"Got it."
"Then, good luck to you." The long-haired man lightly said.
"Sure to succeed."
The phone was disconnected.
The long-haired man closed his eyes. The car was clearly on the highway, but he still didn't care. He closed his eyes and turned on the autopilot.
If this mission succeeds, then the assassin organization he leads will rise to at least the third place in the world's assassin alliance.
He hid his identity and lived an ordinary life while leading the world's fourth most powerful assassin organization, Snowflake.
Even the wife of the man who slept next to him didn't know that her husband had such a shocking identity.
In order to not drag his wife and son into this, the man completely isolated his family from that world.
So that they could live a quiet and peaceful life.
Moreover, after so many years of missions, he should have earned enough money. From now on, his position will be taken over by his subordinates.
After this mission, he should go home and rest …
Vroom.
The car's engine slowly sped up. Leaving a trail of dust behind, the car drove away.
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