“I was really just talking nonsense.”
Even after returning to the villa, Qin Hao was still explaining about that mole, but Gu Xueqi kept her face taut, saying nothing, unwilling to listen to his explanation.
“What exactly do I have to do for you to believe me?” Qin Hao couldn’t help but laugh and cry.
“Keep being my shield.” Gu Xueqi finally spoke up.
Qin Hao was surprised and a bit puzzled.
“The people pursuing me aren’t limited to Chu Ming, there are others, and I don’t want to entangle with them.
So, you’ll help me block those people,” Gu Xueqi stared at Qin Hao and paused before continuing, “Consider it the price for peeping at me.”
Qin Hao was dumbfounded; when had he ever spied on her?
It was just a coincidence that easily led to a misunderstanding.
Seeing Gu Xueqi with a look that demanded his agreement, Qin Hao felt a bit of a headache coming on but, after thinking it over, he eventually nodded and said, “Okay, I agree to your terms.”
“Really?” Gu Xueqi’s eyes brightened.
Qin Hao nodded.
After all, it was just acting as a shield; it’s not like he would lose a piece of flesh.
“Good, as a reward, I’ll drive you to school every day.” Gu Xueqi immediately revealed a happy expression.
At this point, she didn’t care about the mole anymore.
Qin Hao was starting to catch on, his expression bemused as he gazed at Gu Xueqi, eager to try: “You weren’t tricking me just now, were you?
I need to verify it.”
Gu Xueqi was startled and hurriedly retreated, exclaiming, “What are you doing?”
“Checking for hemorrhoids.” Qin Hao said seriously as he took a step forward.
“Ah, you pervert!”
Gu Xueqi cried out and turned to run.
Qin Hao couldn’t help but laugh at her flustered appearance, realizing that this woman didn’t have hemorrhoids; she just wanted him to continue being her shield.
However, now that he knew of the relationship between Gu Xueqi and Xia Mengchan, Qin Hao didn’t mind being her shield.
Of course, he had to explain everything to Xia Mengchan first.
He walked towards where he lived, but when he got to the door, someone was already there waiting.
The darkness hid the person’s figure, and an ordinary passerby would never be able to see them; they seemed to blend into the night itself.
“Emperor Ye, why are you haunting me like a ghost?” Qin Hao said, somewhat annoyed.
Clearly, he knew the person, and quite well at that; otherwise, he wouldn’t have recognized them at first glance.
Emperor Ye—if someone heard this name, they would surely be shocked.
The assassin ranked seventh on the assassin rankings, known as the Emperor of the Night, had almost never failed in an assassination.
And yet, the identity of Emperor Ye was a mystery; to this day, no one knew whether Emperor Ye was a man or a woman.
Emperor Ye took steps forward, emerging from the darkness, revealing under the light a flawless Eastern face, so handsome it could make others feel inferior.
Qin Hao did not feel any such inferiority because he himself was quite good-looking.
Although not as much as Emperor Ye, the difference wasn’t too great.
“I’m here to kill you,” Emperor Ye said indifferently, their tone emotionless, yet still managing to send chills down one’s spine.
Qin Hao curled his lip, a cold sneer on his face, “You have lost to me nine times already.”
“Therefore, the tenth time I am prepared to defeat you.” Emperor Ye spoke indifferently, his eyes sharp with incredible murderous intent.
Qin Hao gestured for his opponent to make a move, he was not afraid of Emperor Ye at all, but Qin Hao wasn’t careless either.
The opponent was one of the most terrifying assassins, and the night was his home turf.
If Qin Hao were careless, Emperor Ye might actually have a chance to defeat him.
The price of failure was death, and Emperor Ye didn’t know what mercy meant.
Yet, Emperor Ye did not attack.
He shook his head lightly and said, “Not now, I am still no match for you at the moment.”
Qin Hao raised his eyebrows, clearly not expecting Emperor Ye to say such a thing.
“We will talk about it later.
I live over there.” Emperor Ye pointed at a villa not too far away, only one building away from Qin Hao’s villa.
Qin Hao found it somewhat incredible, the opponent actually lived here as well, and he had a bad premonition.
“What do you mean by that?” Qin Hao asked with irritation.
“I will wait until my strength is sufficient to conveniently eliminate you.” After finishing his words, Emperor Ye strolled toward his own dwelling, quite leisurely.
This left Qin Hao speechless, holding back the urge to teach the guy a lesson, feeling quite frustrated.
Having an assassin ranked seventh in the assassin world living next door was probably not going to leave anyone feeling at ease.
In another part of Baihai City, Jiang Chenhu lay in front of his father, extremely weak, as a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner examined him.
This was a man in his fifties, known as the Medical Saint in Baihai City, and even had a considerable reputation nationally.
Jiang Chenhu and his father were full of hope that once this silver needle was removed, they wouldn’t have to spend any more money.
Lan Que shook his head, shrugged his shoulders, and said with a bitter smile, “I’m sorry, but I am powerless to help.”
“Even Miracle Doctor Lan can’t cure him?” Jiang Hongyuan asked in disbelief.
“I can’t cure him, and even if I could, I wouldn’t dare to treat him,” Lan Que said with a bitter smile.
Hearing Lan Que’s words, Jiang Hongyuan’s face darkened, and he said somewhat angrily, “Doctors should have the compassion of a parent, isn’t it a bit too much for Miracle Doctor Lan to speak like this?”
Lan Que naturally wasn’t afraid of Jiang Hongyuan.
As a Medical Saint known for curing countless people and having treated many influential figures, he was the benefactor to many.
If Jiang Hongyuan truly dared to do something against him, the Jiang Family would probably not have an easy time either.
“You have offended a remarkable person, someone who is an expert in medical science, a true Medical Saint, and also possesses extremely powerful internal energy.
Such a person is considered extraordinary.
Meeting one is a great fortune.
The people he injures, if treated by others, would be a taboo.
Once discovered, my life wouldn’t be spared,” Lan Que explained earnestly.
Both men were stunned, unable to believe that the issue also involved internal energy.
“That was just a boy around twenty years old, how could he be so formidable?
Miracle Doctor Lan, you’re not senile, are you?” Jiang Chenhu said in frustration.
Hearing Jiang Chenhu’s words, Lan Que was somewhat surprised and after thinking for a moment, he said in shock, “You couldn’t have offended the Mad Doctor, could you?”
“What Mad Doctor?” Jiang Hongyuan and the others exchanged glances in confusion.
“In the medical field, there is a young junior who started practicing medicine three years ago.
Known for being domineering and assertive, he is called the Mad Doctor.
His medical expertise is extraordinarily profound, and his martial arts are peerless.
Skilled in both medicine and martial arts, he once obliterated a Martial Arts family who offended him.
If the person who needs the needle is him, then I hope you go and apologize quickly.
If you really make the Mad Doctor angry, it could easily lead to the ruin of families and sects,” Lan Que said with a grave expression, explaining to the two.
The thought of a single person demolishing an entire Martial Arts family was not lost on Jiang Hongyuan and the others; they knew too well what a Martial Arts family signified and what it meant to destroy one with the power of a single individual.