Once William let go of her, Cheng Haiyao lay on the driver's seat weakly and gasped for air. She really thought that William would break her neck. Even though she had escaped death, she was terrified by William's emotionless words and ruthlessness. She could not help but lean against the car door and try to stay as far away from William as possible, as if that would give her a sense of security.
When William saw how frightened Cheng Haiyao was, he snorted in his heart. 'Women aren't the only ones who know how to act. When a man spouts nonsense, even he believes it himself.'
Even though it was nonsense to say that he had been training himself since he was ten, William had killed more than two hundred people with his own hands. When he needed to, he did not hide his indifference towards life. It was too easy for him to scare a rookie killer like Cheng Haiyao, who had just come out of retirement.
Besides, his words were not just for Cheng Haiyao to hear.
"Have you heard enough?" William rolled down the car window and said to the darkness outside, "If you've heard enough, then come out. You may be an idiot, but I'm not. You're not good at martial arts, so why are you acting so stealthily? You're so loud that I can hear you from one hundred meters away. Besides, it's so dark, and you're wearing white."
The White Spirit was an idiot. How could she sneak up on him? William's spiritual senses could reach almost two hundred and forty meters away. The moment the White Spirit appeared under the bridge, William sensed it. With his spiritual senses activated, William was the natural enemy of assassins and ninjas.
"Be careful. It's best if you put away your knife, in case I get nervous and kill you with one shot."
"Wow, you actually hid a knife by your waist? Aren't you afraid that you'll accidentally cut off your little brother?"
"F * ck you! William, Devonshire, f * ck you! You're a f * cking bastard!" The White Spirit walked to the car door in exasperation and yanked off her hood. "Shut your f * cking mouth. If you spout any more nonsense, I'll fight you."
"Alright, you're the boss now. You call the shots." When William saw the White Spirit holding the knife in a reverse grip and was so angry that her soul almost left her body, he sensibly shut up. After all, he was not the one who was about to die from anger.
"This is Charlene, or you can call her Charlene. But according to Eastern traditions, Charlene sounds better, so be polite. White Spirit, I remember that Monk Just, you're very particular about etiquette."
When the White Spirit lifted the knife, William said, "Be polite, be polite. Don't scare a pretty girl who's only nineteen years old.
When the White Spirit heard William's words, she lifted the knife in her hand and pursed her lips. Suddenly, she swung the knife at William, but the knife was blocked just as she expected. However, she could not accept the way it was blocked. "F * ck, what are you wearing? How could you block the knife of the Mist Shadow Clan?"
'F * ck, how dare you attack me!' William exerted force in his hand and threw the knife to the side. The White Spirit, who was still holding the handle, immediately felt a huge force coming from the knife. She used all her strength, but she could not hold the knife firmly. Not only did she lose her grip on the knife, she even staggered a few steps back from the huge force before she could stabilize her body.
With a splash, the White Spirit stared at the katana that William had thrown into the Thames River. She was silent for a long time before she turned around and said to William, "Tell me how you trained me. As long as you can make me become like you, my life will be yours."
"Ha." William yawned loudly. "Train you to be like me, and then be tortured by you? Besides, before you kill Monk Gang's murderer, your life is mine, isn't it? Why should I train you? "
Before the White Spirit could explain, William continued to mock her. "If I train you today, perhaps tomorrow, those ninjas in Japan will start preparing to receive the same training as you.
Don't tell me that after so many years, you haven't thought of a way to clear your name. "
"What way?" The White Spirit quickly interrupted William.
"You don't know?" When he saw the serious expression on the White Spirit's face, William covered his forehead and said speechlessly, "God, besides killing people, have you never calmed down and thought about it? Since you didn't kill Monk Gang, then the katana that killed Monk Gang might not be yours. If you get someone to examine the katana, then there's a 50% chance that you didn't kill Monk Gang, right? "
When the White Spirit heard William's words, she did not look surprised. After a long while, the White Spirit, who had been silent for a long time, said faintly, "It's not a 50% chance. It's definitely because you threw my katana into the Thames River just now. I've had this thought ever since I escaped from Japan. I didn't go back because I didn't find the murderer. Now, I'm starting to believe that you do know who my master's murderer is."
"Please tell me who my master's murderer is," the White Spirit said respectfully. But even after waiting for a long time, William did not move at all. He remained silent for a while before he walked to Cheng Haiyao's car door. He opened it and suddenly knocked Cheng Haiyao unconscious.
Then, she prostrated herself on the ground and bowed to William like how Japanese ninjas greeted their master. "The White Spirit of the Mist Shadow Race is willing to pledge loyalty to you."
When William saw the White Spirit prostrating herself on the ground, he scoffed in his heart. 'What era are you in? Why are you still doing this?' He was just about to reject her when Sunday's voice reached his ears. "Sir, I just checked the customs of Japanese ninjas. In this sort of situation, if you reject her without a reasonable reason, then the person you're pledging your loyalty to will think that you're humiliating her.
"In the future, there's a high chance that you'll become mortal enemies. Most of the East Asians value their honor and tribe more than their lives. You can reject the White Spirit, but you can't make her think that you're rejecting her because you don't like her.
"But based on the two times you met and fought with the White Spirit today, if you reject her, with the White Spirit's extreme personality, there's a 90% chance that she'll think that you don't like her."
"This is a forced transaction." The White Spirit, who was prostrating herself on the ground, was waiting for William's reply, but she heard something that confused her. Just as she was wondering what forced transaction and what forced transaction were, she heard William say, "Do you think your clan will agree to you pledging your loyalty to me? If they learn of our relationship, then I'll be in a lot of trouble. "
"As long as you can help me find the murderer who killed my master, who is also my uncle, Master Gang, not only will my clan not cause you any trouble, they'll even be grateful to you and gain the friendship of our clan."
William remained silent for a while. He still did not believe in the concept of pledging his loyalty. If he asked a random person whether they would believe in pledging their loyalty, William was certain that 99% of the youngsters would definitely have the same expression as him. They would definitely look at him as if he was an idiot.
"I grew up in England, and I can't quite accept your way of thinking. Why don't we get along as collaborators? You complete my mission, and I'll put the name of Monk Gang's murderer into the vault of the Swiss National Bank. I'll set the time limit to five years, and after five years, you'll be able to use the password to get that name. That way, you won't have to worry about any accidents that might prevent you from taking revenge."
The White Spirit was silent for a long time before she said regretfully, "It's a pity that I can't serve you, Mr. Devhill. Ninjas without beliefs and responsibilities are like ghosts. I started running away when I was twelve, and I've been a ghost for eighteen years. Now, I need to be a ghost for five more years." But I've already endured for eighteen years for revenge, so five more years is nothing. After all, you let me see hope. I swear on the name of the Mist Shadow Clan and my uncle, Master Gang, that I will complete all the missions you give me in the future as repayment. "
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