C21 Reddened White

The dreaded killer seemed to be back in the world.

At the same time, Cheng Haonan announced that he was still alive and unharmed.

Luo Jinchi had wanted to contact Tian Yangsheng a few times, but it seemed that all of Tian Yangsheng's communication methods had changed. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't contact him. However, he no longer had the confidence to let Tian Yangsheng assassinate Cheng Haonan. After all, he no longer had anyone who could pose a threat to Tian Yangsheng.

Within a matter of weeks, the staff of the Luo family had been wiped out from their homes in a very unique way.

Those people were all names on the list that Tian Yangsheng had obtained.

As if instructed, Tian Yangsheng would always kill and place the corpses in an artful manner, leaving behind small, black, delicate cluster amaryllis flowers to show his identity.

This flower represented death and revenge.

"Boss, there is no sign of life on the exaggerated wound on the guy's body. The only fatal wound is the wound on his neck." The Luo family's doctor, gloved and expertly measuring the wounds on the dead man's body, said, "It's professional, steady, and brutal. It's probably some kind of grudge against the boss, and" - picking up the glass flower again - "I don't think I've ever heard any killer in the corridor use it as an ID."

"Then there's no one else?" Luo Jinchi covered his mouth and nose, and was abnormally calm, "Who is it? How dare you attack the Luo Family? If I catch you, I'll tear you into pieces."

The main culprit, Tian Yangsheng, felt a chill run down his spine, and then he sneezed violently. Who was talking about him?

Rubbing his nose, he put his hand back into the water.

He preferred white. It was as if the color, the purity of the color, would ease some of the last vestiges of kindness in his heart, and the cold fear that came from nowhere.

White was the color that was most likely to be stained with blood.

The water in the basin had been soaked into a rusty red color, and his clothes had basically returned to their original white color.

He poured out the blood in the basin and washed the clothes before hanging them on a bamboo pole in the courtyard.

That's right, it was a small courtyard. A completely independent bamboo house was built behind the villa.

The corner of Tian Yangsheng's mouth curled up, and he felt a little helpless. If it wasn't for the fact that he had to pass through the hall of the villa every time he went out on a mission, he would have suspected that he had already retired for many years.

Other than Cheng Haonan, no one knew that he was an assassin who had caused a lot of trouble recently.

He picked up the register in his hand. Tonight, there were two targets.

Tian Yangsheng changed his clothes and carried a pair of long-handled short swords that Cheng Haonan had found from somewhere in the house. He was ready to go out.

However, Cheng Haonan's arrival interrupted his plan.

"Come here." Cheng Haonan's tone had softened a lot over the past few days. Although it was still cold, it sounded much more comfortable than before.

Tian Yangsheng stood in front of Cheng Haonan, who was half a head taller than him, and listened to him say, "I don't have to work tonight." "My cousin is coming over today."

After saying that, he didn't continue.

Tian Yangsheng didn't know how to respond, so he just tilted his head. In fact, his going to work did not affect Cheng Haonan's reunion with his brother at all, or did Cheng Haonan mean to introduce him to his brother? Did he have that much face?

Even after all these years, Tian Yangsheng still couldn't understand why Cheng Haonan did what he did. Cheng Haonan only gently lifted Tian Yangsheng's face and kissed him on the forehead. The doting look in his eyes made Tian Yangsheng stop thinking about the past.