Early the next morning, in front of the door of a five-star hotel in the city center, a young man wearing a brown woolen coat and sunglasses walked out carrying a handbag.

Just as he walked to the hotel's splendid porch, his cell phone suddenly rang.

The young man was obviously stunned, and then he reached into his pocket and took out his mobile phone.

He glanced at the number above, frowned slightly, and turned to look at the cleaning staff cleaning the floor not far from him and the doorman standing guard in front of the door.

The young man walked quickly towards an uninhabited corner behind the flower bed on the side of the hotel.

I walked to the back of the flower bed and looked around again to make sure there was no one around before pressing the button.

As soon as the call was connected, the impatient voice of a middle-aged man came from the other side.

"You've been in City Z for two days, right. When are you going to take action?"

Hearing the questioning on the other end of the phone, the man curled his lips casually and said, "I encountered a little trouble and may have alerted the police, so the mission will be temporarily postponed."

Hearing this answer, the person on the other end of the phone let out a heavy breath, and then a voice with obviously suppressed anger came: "I don't care what happens to you, since you have accepted my money, I will do your best."

It's just a rich second-generation son who should do what he needs to do. Kill him, then leave this city and don't come back again, and there won't be any trouble."

The man chuckled lightly and replied casually: "I know, I will check the location today, and you will receive news of the target's death within three days at the latest."

After saying that, regardless of the reaction of the person on the other side of the phone, he hung up the phone and walked out from behind the flower bed.

But when the man once again walked along the path beside the flower bed to the main entrance of the hotel, his progress paused again, and there was a look of shock and confusion in his eyes behind his sunglasses.

On the sidewalk across the road in front of the hotel, a familiar short figure was squatting on the ground with his hands on his knees, looking timidly towards this side.

Memory is an indispensable and important quality for a professional killer, especially the memory and recognition ability of different faces.

As for the child opposite who was obviously looking this way, the young man recognized him at first sight.

In a dark bungalow near a train station, the boy's clear eyes were looking at him like this, watching helplessly as he killed four traffickers with his own hands.

According to the killer's code of conduct, he should have killed the boy without hesitation, but when he saw the child's clear eyes, he hesitated.

In the end, a touch of humanity deep in his heart took over and allowed him to save the boy's life. For him, it was just one more day to completely change his appearance. Anyway, he did not intend to stay in this city for a long time.

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But now, seeing the boy appear in front of him again, the young man's first reaction was that the police were coming to the door. The next moment, he quickly dodged and hid behind the huge white jade door pillar in front of the hotel, his eyes quickly looking around.

Scanned the streets and windows of high-rise buildings.

Not finding any ambush, the young man breathed a sigh of relief, but then he thought about how he looked completely different from two days ago, so he hesitated.

Is this just a coincidence? As a professional killer who has always been on the line between life and death, he never believes in any coincidences.

Behind all abnormalities must be conspiracies and traps worth pondering. This is the experience he has gained from surviving these years.

But at this moment, he really couldn't understand how a boy less than ten years old could cross half of the city and find himself unrecognizable.

After calming down his mind, the young man hid behind the white marble pillar and carefully observed the boy's actions, and found that the child was sitting motionless across the road and looking at this side.

Thinking that he still had a mission to do, he didn't intend to waste any more time on this child.

Out of confidence in his disguise skills, he decided to go directly to test it out.

Hiding behind the stone pillar, he took a deep breath and calmed his mind. The young man walked out of the hiding place and walked straight to the other side of the road.

Crossing the pedestrians step by step

At the zebra crossing, when the young man passed by the boy, he casually glanced at the boy squatting there with the corner of his eye, only to find that the boy was still staring blankly at the hotel across the road.

Finding that the other party did not recognize his disguise, the young man breathed a sigh of relief. He thought that he could not return to this hotel and would find a new hotel to check into after finishing his visit today.

As he was thinking in his mind, the young man's pace unconsciously accelerated a bit, and he hurried past the boy and headed forward.

But just after he walked less than ten meters, his forward steps suddenly stopped.

The young man looked back in shock, with a look of disbelief in his eyes.

Right behind him, the boy who had been sitting there just now followed him step by step.

"You... whose child are you, why are you following me?" Deliberately suppressing his voice, the young man asked in a slightly female voice.

But the boy looked up at the young man without saying a word, with a different kind of brilliance in his eyes.

"You...you recognized me?"

Seeing the boy's reaction, the young man knew that his disguise had lost its meaning, so he simply asked again in his original voice.

Regarding this question, the boy still said nothing, but nodded slightly as confirmation.

Even though he had expected this answer, the young man still felt a stir in his heart.

You know, his disguise is not just about changing his appearance. He can even deceive professional detection equipment by camouflaging his height, body shape, face shape, cheekbones and even pupils. But even so, he is still fooled by the less than ten-year-old man in front of him.

The boy saw through it.

The young man wanted to ask how you recognized me, but after looking at the passers-by around him, he gave up the idea.

Frowning, he took two steps closer to the boy, leaned close to the boy's ear, and said in a low voice that only the two of them could hear: "Stop following me, or the four people that day will be your fate."

After leaving these words quickly, the young man turned around again and left in the original direction, but his pace accelerated a bit, as if he was escaping from something.

The boy did not keep up with the young man's pace again, but just stood there with his head lowered, his little face flushed red.

After a full ten minutes, the boy bent his knees again and sat down, but this time he no longer looked in the direction of the hotel, but hugged his knees with his hands, burying his face between his arms.

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The lonely boy just sat on the side of the sidewalk, and passers-by occasionally came up to ask him if he could not find his parents. Seeing that the boy was silent and wearing clothes like a beggar's, they shook their heads and left with a sigh.

Went there, but no one called the police or took the boy away.

The morning passed quickly, and the midday sun slanted onto the glass of the shops on both sides of the road, projecting brilliant spots of light.

The boy on the sidewalk was still sitting there motionless, seemingly unchanged from the morning. However, if a pedestrian approached at this time, he could clearly hear faint ringing sounds coming from the boy's belly.

However, the boy seemed to be used to being hungry. Even though his stomach made noises, he still sat there without any reaction.

Until the aroma of barbecue reached the boy's nose, the boy who had been squatting like a stone sculpture all morning finally had a reaction.

He raised his head with difficulty and looked towards the direction where the scent came from, and found that on the other side of the sidewalk, three young men with colorfully dyed hair and scornful faces were walking towards this person with ostentatious gestures of meat skewers in one hand and a wine bottle in the other.

Come along.

The three of them were cursing loudly while eating the barbecue in their hands.

It was already noon, and there were not many pedestrians on the road. The few people passing by occasionally were afraid to avoid the three carefree young people, so they took a detour.

Only the boy sitting alone on the roadside, perhaps because he had been hungry for too long, instinctively cast a longing look at the meat skewers in his hand.

If there is any profession in the world that is more sensitive to eyes than killers and mercenaries, then it is these gangsters.

Countless street fights and murders caused by the two classic lines "What are you looking at" and "What are you looking at?" perfectly demonstrate this point.

But this time, the three gangsters also immediately felt the longing gaze cast by the boy. A gangster with light yellow hair swallowed a large piece of barbecue in his mouth and said to another red-haired companion: "Look, then

There is a little boy looking at us, he seems to be hungry for barbecue."

Immediately, the three gangsters walked towards the boy on the roadside, laughing and joking as if they had discovered a new world.

The boy's experience of living on the street made him instinctively feel that these three people would bring him trouble. When they approached him, the boy buried his head in his arms again.

"Hey, this kid still knows that he doesn't dare to look at me?" the yellow-haired gangster said proudly.

"Shit, that's because I think you're ugly." The red-headed gangster said with a wild smile.

"Hey, boy, do you want to tell me how handsome I am? You're right, I'll give you this skewer." Another person asked with a playful smile, while using the half-eaten skewer in his hand to put it on the back of the boy's head.

Knocked up and down.

But the boy still didn't react or raise his head, but his body shook instinctively when he was hit on the back of the head.

"Damn it, this brat dares to ignore me. I'm so angry."

The ignored gangster angrily kicked the boy's crouched back, and said again: "Brat, I'm talking to you, do you hear me?"

Facing the unwarranted kicks, the boy kept curling up and clenched his teeth but remained silent.

This behavior further fueled the arrogance of the three gangsters. They began to kick and hit the boy on the back in turn, while laughing wildly.

A middle-aged woman passing by saw three people kicking something on the roadside from a distance. She wanted to go up and check it out, but before she could get closer, one of the gangsters glared at her and cursed: "Get out!"

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The middle-aged woman didn't want to get into trouble, so she had to take a detour to avoid this place, carrying the vegetables she just bought.

Faced with the boy's helplessness and the indifference of passers-by, the three people kicked and hit him harder and harder. The boy who could have been shrinking in place with his head in his hands was now being kicked back and forth by the three people like a ball.

"Brat, are you mute? Can you speak?"

While kicking and beating, the three gangsters were shouting arrogantly.

He had been kicked countless times all over his body, but the boy still gritted his teeth without speaking or moaning.

And this kind of performance aroused the ferocity of several gangsters even more.

One of them suddenly stopped, bent down and approached the boy, picked up the bottle in his hand and threw it hard at the other boy's arm.

The glass bottle hit the boy's tiny arm, making a crisp click sound, and the boy who had been clenching his teeth to hold on finally couldn't help it and let out a muffled groan.

"Hey, it turns out he can make a sound. I thought he was really mute." Seeing the boy finally making a sound, the gangster said proudly, hitting him with a bottle.

Not to be outdone, the other two companions greeted the boy's injured arm one after another.

Finally, the boy could no longer bear the beatings of the three men and groaned in pain.

Seeing this situation, the three gangsters were afraid of beating people to death, so they finally stopped.

And one of them said reluctantly: "Bad boy, I asked you to speak, do you hear me? If you don't speak, I will continue to beat you."

Facing the three aggressive youths, the boy trembled and made a weak voice: "It hurts...it hurts..."

Finally forcing the boy to surrender and speak, the three of them burst out laughing like generals who had defeated a powerful enemy.

One person threw half of the meat skewer in his hand directly on the boy's head and said, "Hahaha, that's right. Why did you suffer so much if you opened your mouth earlier? This meat skewer is a reward for you." Then, the three people

He laughed and walked away into the distance.
Chapter completed!