C14 Smoke and Smoke

The voice was cold, as it had always been.

The green light in the tunnel shone on Cheng Haonan's face.

Tian Yangsheng no longer cared what the man was saying.

He stared at Cheng Haonan's thin lips that were opening and closing, and his mind was only left with Cheng Haonan's first words.

He finally remembered why he couldn't bring himself to kill this man.

The hand on the dagger on his waist started to shake. He remembered the first time he met this man ten years ago. It was something he would never forget.

Ten years ago, he was only fourteen years old, and Cheng Haonan was four years older than him.

A fourteen-year-old assassin who didn't have much ability or conviction was chosen by Cheng Haonan's father, Cheng Chengfeng, because of his short stature and white, tender face that made people feel comfortable.

Assassins were used to kill people. That was the only thought in his mind at that time.

"Kid, you're here." He said it three times the first time. The second time was to kill him ten years later. The third time was still the same thing.

From the very first moment he had laid eyes on Cheng Haonan, the words had left a lasting impression on his mind. For the first time since he was eight years old, someone had treated him like a child, not a killing tool, even though he had ended up killing for the sake of the Cheng family.

That was a beautiful job, and it made Tian Yangsheng's name known in the assassin's world. However, no one knew that Cheng Haonan, who had been on a mission with him that night, took the axe that should have been on his neck for him because of his strong body.

Was there a scar on his back?

Tian Yangsheng thought.

The thick door finally could not withstand the barrage of bullets. Beams of light penetrated through the hole in the wall and interrupted Tian Yangsheng's memories.

He looked at Cheng Haonan's face, which was very close to his own, and pushed him away awkwardly.

He didn't want to see his face.

He had two guns in his hands. He threw one to Cheng Haonan without saying a word.

Cheng Haonan looked down at the gun in his hand. It was an ordinary gun, but it had been modified to be highly lethal. He took a deep breath. He wanted to see what Tian Yangsheng would do.

There were more and more holes in the door. It wouldn't be long before the door completely collapsed.

Although he wanted to assassinate Cheng Haonan, he couldn't kill him out of morality.

Tian Yangsheng's throat moved. He took out the button for the explosives he had installed earlier from his pocket and gestured for Cheng Haonan to follow him. Then he walked to the back door so that he could quickly escape from the encirclement.

Cheng Haonan's eyes were unreadable. He stared at the figure in front of him, not saying a word. His eyes were still cold as ice.

After another round of gunshots, the air was filled with smoke.

Tian Yangsheng's finger moved, and a muffled sound came from the switch room on the second floor. The lights flashed, and then it was completely dark.

"Run."

The butler outside the door, along with the people from the Snake Group, was waiting outside the hall. He had already called the hospital.

Luo Jinchi's men had long since left, and all they had to do was wait for the good news brought back by the assassin inside.

The members of the Snake Group, on the other hand, were in a panic at the door. However, because Cheng Haonan had ordered them not to come in ten minutes ago, all of them were on standby.

Other than the sound of gunshots, no one knew what their boss, their Young Master Nan, was planning.