Wang Tiezhu smiled and said, "Don't worry, I won't let you protect her alone.

I also asked another person to protect her."

Fan Shuang suddenly became interested: "Who is the other one?"

The people in the accidental building are all ordinary people.

There are drivers, electricians, delivery men, couriers, part-time workers, chefs, security guards, painters, accountants, hairdressers... people from all kinds of industries.

But all these people want to create opportunities to kill people through planning.

None of them can use their own strength to deal with sudden danger.

That's why she asked.

Wang Tiezhu thought for a moment and said, "As a master, I can only tell you this much."

Leng Shan’s skills are absolutely amazing.

If he were to fight in a ring, he would definitely be victorious.

But as a killer, he was still too green and had almost no experience in killing.

So he didn't reveal the identity of the Cold Mountain Killer.

master?

Fan Shuang became interested: "A master from the Accidental Building?

who is it? ”

Wang Tiezhu shook his head: "It's not an accident. I'll know when I see you."

Fan Shuang suddenly became interested: "Can you introduce us to each other?"

She always had a regret in her heart: her father was beaten to death in front of her.

She hit those people with her bag, but they didn't care at all.

The strap of her bag was broken, but no one paid any attention to her.

For the first time, she realized the gap between herself as a woman and a man.

If she were a man, maybe she could protect her father.

Although she got her revenge later, that feeling of powerlessness always flashed in her mind.

Now that a master has finally arrived, she really wants to meet a fighting master.

Wang Tiezhu nodded: "Tomorrow morning, at the same place, you will be able to see him."

the next day.

The sun hasn't come out yet.

On a concrete pier by the roadside, a beautiful woman in a red dress and with long hair was waiting silently.

The beam of light cast by the morning sun falls on the beautiful woman.

The woman seemed to glow and looked even more beautiful.

Fan Shuang arrived before dawn, she was looking forward to meeting the master.

At the school gate, Wang Tiezhu was carrying a bag of steamed dumplings and a bag of soy milk. He ate a bun in one bite and then took a sip of soy milk.

When I walked to the school gate, I saw Fan Shuang and asked, "You came so early, have you eaten yet?"

Fan Shuang shook her head: "No."

Having said that, she glanced at the dumplings in Wang Tiezhu's hand.

He subconsciously rolled his larynx and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Seeing this, Wang Tiezhu handed over the dumplings and said, "Have some too."

Fan Shuang was somewhat flattered: "Thank you, I'll just eat one."

Wang Tiezhu handed the bag over directly: "I'll give it all to you."

Fan Shuang was stunned: "You...you don't want to eat anymore?"

Wang Tiezhu smiled and said, "Am I full?"

Full?

Fan Shuang was a little skeptical. If she was full, would she really need to buy such a bag?

It was clearly given to her.

Pick up a steamed bun and put it in your mouth. The hot bun is soft and the meaty aroma releases its fragrance in your mouth.

She suddenly felt happy.

It has been many years since someone bought her food.

Since her father's death, she has been living alone away from people. She planned for a year and killed her enemy.

Then she felt that no one could be trusted.

In order not to reveal her identity, she has always kept to herself.

She hasn't talked to strangers for a long time. She eats alone, lives alone, watches movies alone, and eats hot pot alone.

Sometimes, she felt like she was a walking corpse, a lonely ghost wandering in a bustling city.

Only when she occasionally has a mission or meets colleagues in the same field does she feel like she has found home.

There are only those killers in the accident building.

Only because they were companions did she dare to chat a few more words.

But she never eats food from strangers, let alone drinks handed to her by strangers. Even if the bottle cap of a drink is opened, she will not drink it as long as the stranger is out of her sight.

But the person in front of him is the owner of the accidental building.

The host who never shows up is also the one who controls her life and death.

So she wasn't on guard at all.

She felt a sense of happiness while eating the steamed bun in her mouth.

"Owner, in the future...if you have any missions, please remember to call me."

Wang Tiezhu was a little surprised: "Are you short of money?"

Fan Shuang shook her head: "I am alone, I don't have much money to spend, I am not short of money."

Wang Tiezhu was puzzled: "Then why do you want to do more tasks?"

Fan Shuang ate the steamed buns, her mouth was full and her words were unclear: "I just feel good that someone bought me buns to eat.

You can get less money by completing tasks.

Just give me food."

Wang Tiezhu smiled and said, "Okay, I'll take you on more missions in the future and I'll provide you with meals."

blah blah~

A man walked up to the two of them and stopped.

Fan Shuang stopped chewing vigilantly, put his hand quietly into his pocket, and grasped the short blade.

This is a habit she has maintained since her father died.

When I feel danger, I grab a sharp blade and feel much more at ease.

Wang Tiezhu saw the person coming and said with a smile, "Here he comes."

Leng Shan smiled and said, “There are always strangers wandering around my door these days.

You have to call me out, what's the matter?"

Wang Tiezhu was stunned for a moment: "You mean there's a stranger wandering outside my house? Is he here for my parents?"

Leng Shan shook his head: "No, they don't look very aggressive, nor do they have any murderous intent."

Wang Tiezhu finally let out a long sigh. This guy's words were too scary: "I want you to stay here to protect my sister."

Leng Shan's eyes flashed coldly: "Is Cuicui in danger?"

Wang Tiezhu shook his head: "Not at the moment, but I'm worried."

Next to her, Fan Shuang's hand left the short blade, she stood up, and walked towards Leng Shan: "Hello, I'm...Fan Shuang."

It's been a while since I introduced myself to a stranger.

But she knew that the man in front of her was a master of fighting, and when she thought about working with him to protect Wang Cuicui, she felt a special sense of intimacy in her heart.

Leng Shan frowned and looked at Fan Shuang, but did not reach out his hand. Instead, he turned to ask Wang Tiezhu: "Who is she?"

Wang Tiezhu smiled and said, "She is also a killer, and she will protect my sister with you."

Leng Shan frowned: "I am enough alone, she... is powerless, so forget it."

Fan Shuang frowned and waited for Leng Shan to shake hands, but she didn't expect that the other party seemed to see nothing and was so contemptuous.

She slowly withdrew her hand and her face darkened.

I feel inexplicably disappointed with Lengshan.

Wang Tiezhu said coldly: "Stop talking nonsense and cooperate with her.

I'll leave my sister to you two.

I am leaving. "

After saying that, he turned around and left.

A stranger appeared at his doorstep, and he was a little worried because he didn't know why.

Leng Shan wanted to say something, but when he saw Ye Changqing leave, he had to give up. Seeing Fan Shuang continue to eat buns, he felt that he had to say something: "Let me introduce myself, I am the first killer.

Cold Mountain.

Killer?

The first killer?

Fan Shuang was stunned. This was different from what Wang Tiezhu introduced. Wasn’t he talking about a fighting master?

It turned out to be a killer.

He also calls himself the number one killer.

After coming to her senses, she asked curiously, "How many did you kill?"

As an unknown killer, she killed four people.

She was very curious about how many people this man who claimed to be the number one killer had killed.

How big is the gap between him and me?