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On the bustling city streets below, traffic flowed in endless streams amid brilliant lights.
On the rooftop of the high-rise, however, there was only the slightly cool night wind and pale moonlight like a thin veil.
Hearing the woman’s disgusted voice behind him, the man in the suit turned around.
The melancholy on his face had already vanished with the night wind, replaced by a handsome smile.
The man had messy black hair and well-formed features.
Paired with the deliberately friendly smile he wore now, he was only missing a label on his forehead that read kept pretty boy.
“Kane, that smile of yours makes me sick.” The woman who had just stepped out through the door made no effort to hide her revulsion at the fake smile on his face.
She had wild, wavy red hair, wore no makeup, and had on a thin camisole with extremely short hot pants, not caring in the slightest that large areas of skin were exposed to the air.
More accurately, muscle.
The man called Kane shrugged and smiled.
“Sivelle, in many situations, you cannot casually show what you really think.
That is basic social common sense.” “It is called being fake.” Sivelle snorted in disdain.
Kane did not argue.
He merely raised his phone and waved it twice at Sivelle, smiling as he said, “Gambol rolled the grand prize.” “Oh?
Good news.” Sivelle’s eyebrows rose, and she strode to Kane’s side.
“So are we waiting for him this time?” “Of course we are.
Another person means another layer of security.” Kane smiled as he put away his phone, then pulled out a pack of cigarettes.
He flipped the box and shook one cigarette between his fingers before saying seriously, “More importantly, the stake he advanced this time was not very large.
We should not have to wait long.” “Tch.
Why did Gambol make such a troublesome ability?
I do not get it at all.” Hands on her hips, Sivelle habitually complained about Gambol’s ability.
Kane lit his cigarette, glanced at her, and smiled.
“Gambol’s luck was not bad this time.
He only rolled a few times before hitting the jackpot.
If he chooses to cash out chips, then the aura converted from those chips would let him easily repay the advanced stake, and he could use the remaining aura to blow you apart with one punch.
That is the advantage of being troublesome.” “Blow me apart with one punch?
Who are you looking down on?” Sivelle turned her head toward Kane.
Aura surged around her body, releasing a heavy pressure.
In that instant, she looked like a beast on the verge of devouring flesh and blood.
Kane kept his elegant smile and suggested, “If you want to verify what I said, there is still time to call Gambol and tell him not to cash out the thing he wants.
Have him cash out chips instead.” “…” Sivelle said nothing.
She merely glared fiercely at Kane.
Kane was not affected in the slightest and smoked calmly.
A moment later, Sivelle withdrew her aura and said coldly, “Unlike certain people, I do not let personal needs interfere with mission progress.” “Mm.
Very admirable.” Kane smiled at Sivelle.
His calm, breezy manner made the veins on her forehead twitch.
Creak.
The rooftop’s iron door was suddenly pushed open.
A young couple walked out, leaning against each other.
When they saw Kane and Sivelle, they instinctively stopped.
The young woman whispered, “There are people here.
Let’s find somewhere else.” “Fine.” The young man sounded a little reluctant.
Finding a place that did not cost money really was not easy.
He held the girl’s arm and was about to turn back toward the door.
Splat.
The instant he turned, a sudden wet sound reached his ear, and a large amount of thick liquid sprayed across his body.
“Huh?!” The young man stared blankly at the severed arm hooked through his own, as if he had not yet processed what had happened.
Immediately after, a violent force slammed into him.
Splat.
The young man’s body burst apart, scattering blood and flesh in every direction.
Beside the rooftop railing, Kane pressed his palm to his forehead and looked helplessly at Sivelle, who had slapped the young couple into meat paste.
He truly felt that there had been no need for it.
As if extracting the message from his gaze, Sivelle, who stood in front of the iron door, looked back at Kane and said in a hostile tone, “What?
Got a problem?” “No problem.
I simply think it was unnecessary, and it may bring trouble.” Kane tilted his head back slightly and exhaled smoke.
“Tch.” Sivelle strode toward the iron door, leaving behind a sentence filled with contempt.
“They were just two ordinary people you can find anywhere.” “…” Kane watched Sivelle leave and flicked away the cigarette butt with a finger.
“I may not agree with what you just did, but that sentence…” He smiled faintly.
“That was the most reasonable thing you said all night.” …
The next morning.
Kieran woke up on time, driven by his biological clock.
Last night, he had spent two hours using the shadow figure as a training post for his fists and feet.
Whether his martial arts had improved, Kieran did not know, but the pain had definitely been real.
Tempering pain tolerance was a gradual process.
He felt he had been a little too impatient.
Fortunately, as long as he closed his aura nodes and entered Zetsu, the pain accumulated during training would quickly fade.
At least for now, Kieran could endure it, and he was willing to keep going.
Otherwise, if he ever took a punch in the future and collapsed, whimpering on the ground with his arms over his head, that would be hilarious.
Kieran got up, washed briefly, and went straight to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.
He tossed blanched meat into the iron pot, added rice and plenty of water, adjusted the amount of firewood, then picked up a broom and began cleaning.
Cheadle was up early as well.
When she saw Kieran sweeping, she greeted him and took the initiative to help.
Since she was a guest, Kieran did not want her cleaning the temple, but he had no way to overcome her insistence, so he let it go.
Thanks to Cheadle’s kind assistance, cleaning the temple actually took longer.
It was not because Cheadle did not know how to clean.
It was because she pursued cleanliness far too strictly.
By the time the two of them finished, the meat porridge in the kitchen was nearly done.
Kieran added a little salt for seasoning, then took the porridge off the stove and brought it out.
“Are you not opening the gate?” After eating the meat porridge Kieran had prepared, Cheadle looked toward the tightly shut temple gate.
Kieran lowered his head and gathered the bowls and chopsticks.
“I am not good at receiving tourists.
Before Hawk returns, I usually choose to keep the temple closed.” “But if someone comes, you will still open it, won’t you?” Cheadle withdrew her gaze from the gate and looked at Kieran instead, her question carrying an implied meaning.
She could guess the reason Kieran chose to close the temple.
Being bad at receiving tourists might be part of it, but more than that, he likely wanted to train in peace.
“Depends.” Kieran answered casually and stood with the bowls and chopsticks.
He had just taken one step when knocking sounded from the gate.
Cheadle propped her cheek on one hand.
She did not look surprised at all, as if she had known someone would knock.
Kieran merely glanced at the gate, then ignored the knocking and walked straight toward the kitchen.
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