C15 Useless Killer

The building, with its doors shut, was dead silent after a flurry of gunfire, and the bright light from the crack in the door had gone out.

The butler did not see Cheng Haonan come out, nor did he see any of the assassins come out. Instead, he waited for the police and ambulance that had rushed over when they heard the gunshots.

In order not to attract the attention of the crowd, the butler asked his men to scatter into the crowd and search for their master's whereabouts. If he was alive, he wanted to see him. If he was dead, he wanted to see his corpse.

Fortunately, there was no sign of Cheng Haonan among the survivors who had been carried out. Instead, the assassins who had been ordered by Cheng Haonan to keep a close eye on them were either dead or injured. They lay on stretchers, groaning in pain.

The scene was gradually controlled by the police.

As for the butler and the people from the Snake Group, they still could not find their boss.

Listening to the sirens in the distance, Tian Yangsheng ran for a long time before stopping. He didn't know if it was because he hadn't exercised in a long time, but he felt that his legs were a little weak today.

Tian Yangsheng slowed down and turned around. He looked straight at Cheng Haonan, who was following behind him.

There was a large amount of sweat on Cheng Haonan's forehead. The moonlight was blocked by the dense foliage of the forest, so his expression could not be seen clearly.

Suddenly realizing his purpose, Tian Yangsheng quickly pulled out the dagger from his waist, turned it over in his hand, and pressed it against Cheng Haonan's neck.

He didn't kill him because he owed him a favor, but just a few minutes ago, he saved him and paid him back. It was time to get down to business.

Cheng Haonan looked at Tian Yangsheng coldly, like a cold-blooded snake. His eyes were cold, and there was no fear or fear of his life being threatened.

Tian Yangsheng felt uncomfortable being stared at. He clearly had a knife in his hand, but he did not continue to do it.

A drop of sweat rolled down Cheng Haonan's forehead and dripped onto the back of Tian Yangsheng's hand. The corner of Cheng Haonan's mouth curled up into a smile that he didn't know why. Under Tian Yangsheng's disbelieving gaze, he fell onto Tian Yangsheng's body.

Cheng Haonan was not light. This time, he completely pressed Tian Yangsheng to the ground.

He pushed Cheng Haonan away, who was completely unconscious. He looked down and saw that his hands were covered in blood. It was Cheng Haonan.

"Hey, are you alright?"

As long as he left him here, it wouldn't be long before Cheng Haonan died in this wilderness, and he wouldn't even have to use a knife to complete his mission and bring his brother and sister back.

But...

He was probably a useless, compassionate killer. In the end, he gave up on the idea of dumping the body in the wild. He picked up Cheng Haonan, who was limp and heavy, and walked step by step in the other direction of the woods.

If he remembered correctly, that direction was not far from his house.

He found a few clothes and laid them on the ground for Cheng Haonan to lie on.

The blood had already coagulated. He used the dagger to cut open the shirt, which was as hard as iron, bit by bit, revealing the wound on Cheng Haonan's back.

It was a gunshot wound.

Tian Yangsheng's hand, which was holding the tool to retrieve the bullet, froze in midair. If his guess was correct, Cheng Haonan had been shot when he was trying to save him.

Shouldn't he be ruthless to him? Tian Yangsheng's sweat slowly flowed down, and his hands trembled uncontrollably, but he had to hold on tightly.

He killed him again and again, but he saved him again and again.

He was not a heartless assassin, nor was he a vicious underworld boss.

Tian Yangsheng threw the bullet into a tray at the side, took off his gloves, and sat paralyzed on the side, panting.

Maybe the mafia boss isn't that bad after all, Tian Yangsheng thought to himself as he took out gauze, hemostatic medicine, and alcohol to bandage Cheng Haonan's wounds bit by bit.

He cleaned up the mess on the ground so that Cheng Haonan could lie on his stomach comfortably. He used his few clothes to make a blanket for him.

Looking at Chen Haonan's pale face, which had never been this pale before, Tian Yangsheng sighed and smiled bitterly. He leaned against the wall next to him, and sleep slowly came over him. He had saved Cheng Haonan. What would his brother, sister, and Tina do if he did this?