Chapter 147 — The Long-Awaited...

From the relationship between Heng and Wang Yanqiu, everyone had caught a hint of something, and now it dawned on them: so he was the leader's boyfriend. But the leader was something else—her boyfriend turned out to be a killer too. Of course, these were only their private thoughts; no one dared say it aloud.

He sent everyone off to rest, and only Yang Ce and Wang Yanqiu were left in the main hall. Wang Yanqiu was now huffily sitting herself down on Yang Ce again and again—well, pretending to—saying, "How can you be so shameless? Making me look a fool in front of so many people—you think that's funny?"

"I didn't do it on purpose." Yang Ce truly had not.

"Not on purpose doesn't make it all right," Wang Yanqiu said domineeringly.

Yang Jincong smiled and rubbed his chin, letting her do as she pleased. But this girl was growing more feminine by the day, no longer as cold on the surface as before.

"Little Yanyan, do you know what you look like right now, going up and down like that?" Yang Ce asked suddenly.

"Like what?" Wang Yanqiu shook her head.

"Think about just now in my room. And last night in the car." Yang Ce gave her a hint.

"Damn it." Wang Yanqiu's face went red at once. Sure enough, her movements just now had been terribly suggestive—thank goodness no one else had seen.

"Hahaha." Yang Ce laughed and pulled Wang Yanqiu into his arms. "You know, I really think you're quite adorable—except that sometimes you're so fierce."

Wang Yanqiu's expression went distant; her heart gave a faint tremor. Being with Yan—this was a feeling she had never known before. It had been barely more than a day, yet it felt as though she had known him for ages.

This fluttering of the heart, this passion—she had never felt it before. In all the twenty years she had lived, from childhood to now, this was the first time. Was this what love between lovers was like?

Wang Yanqiu shook her head. Perhaps it was her own illusion. How could she have love? Besides, her relationship with Yan was merely an agreement of use and being used—she was only his contracted lover, and her payment was the revival and growth of the assassin group.

Wang Yanqiu cast these thoughts aside and turned to business. "Yang Ce, you said you'd give them special training—was that true or not?"

"Do I look like I'm lying?" Yang Ce stroked Wang Yanqiu's hair. "These people may look good enough to handle ordinary folk, but our assassin group is meant to be number one in the world—how can we spend our days fighting ordinary people? So I'm going to train them all up. At the very least, they mustn't drag us down."

"Then, do you have a place for training?" Wang Yanqiu asked, curious.

Yang Yuting nodded. "I started cultivating my own people long ago. And now I plan to merge the two groups and train them together."

"Then aren't you effectively swallowing up my assassin group?" Wang Yanqiu said. Though her tone was questioning Yang Ce, her face was wreathed in smiles.

"You're already mine—so isn't what's yours mine too?" Yang Duoran knew Wang Yanqiu was joking, and answered half in jest himself.

"You really have no seriousness in you. Two and a half sentences in and you're already off topic." Wang Yanqiu said helplessly, "Forget it. I'm staking everything on one bet anyway. If it really succeeds, then you're my great benefactor."

"No need for benefactors and the like—just be my lover for a lifetime." Yang Ce was truly growing reluctant to part with this girl now. She had nerve and character, dared to act and take responsibility; a little fierce perhaps, but Yang Jiyan could tame her.

"Then it depends on whether you can make the assassin group big." This time, for the first time, Wang Yanqiu did not argue with Yang Ce. In truth, if Yang Ce really did make the assassin group big, how could Wang Yanqiu not want that too?

"By the way, now that these two groups have merged, we won't be needing this headquarters either—it's slated for demolition anyway," Yang Yanzhou said. "It just so happens my people don't have a name yet either. Let the organization be called Black Butterfly too. From now on we'll build a super-organization that combines an assassin squad and mercenaries into one."

"Then you must never tell anyone what Black Butterfly means," Wang Yanqiu said.

"Don't worry, little Yanyan. I don't want a third person knowing about this either. Your little butterfly only needs to be shown to me." Yang Juehuan's hand, however, wandered dishonestly toward Wang Yanqiu's backside.

To be continued

980. Meeting the Little Fox Fairy Again

980 Meeting the Little Fox Fairy Again

Yang Ce did not dare stay out too long. Who knew whether little Yanyan and Sister Lin had a habit of checking rooms in the middle of the night? If they knocked and got no answer, went for the keys, forced the door open, and found him not at home, there was no telling how serious the consequences would be.

After seeing Wang Yanqiu home, Yang Shuoxuan climbed back up to his own room on the second floor the way he had come.

Thinking back on what he had done earlier, Yang Ce sighed. Extraordinary abilities were hardly something that just appeared so easily—it seemed he had been thinking about it a little too simply.

Still, he had to admit that if he did possess this ability, it would be enormously useful. With the ability's warning, he could know in advance whether he or those close to him were in danger, and take precautions ahead of time.

Hmm—Yang Ce suddenly thought of a very important question: did Wang Yanqiu count as someone close to him? In theory she should. Whether from the standpoint of a friend or from the standpoint of his woman, Wang Yanqiu ought to count as someone close to him, someone intimately connected to him.

Then could it be that, precisely because Wang Yanqiu was also someone close to him, the ability had given no warning? That the ability gave no warning for things worked up between himself and those close to him?

Yang Ce felt his thoughts getting tangled. It really was quite tangled. Could this ability really distinguish who was close to him and who meant him no harm?

Wait—harm. At that thought, Yang Ce suddenly seemed to grasp a thread. That was it: harm, or rather killing intent. Recalling the two incidents he had encountered, both had occurred only when he or someone close to him was truly in mortal danger. One could say that without that warning, he and Lin Yanhe would very likely no longer be alive in this world.

And Wang Yanqiu's attack on him had been merely an experiment, or a bit of playacting—something the two of them had agreed on beforehand. In the end, Wang Yanqiu could never have really hurt him, much less killed him.

At that, Yang Ce was suddenly enlightened. That was it—it had to be. The ability's warning only took effect when life was truly threatened. For a situation staged by the parties themselves, it was only natural that no warning appeared.

Because he had never really been in any danger to begin with.

This deduction was the most practical and the most reasonable. But testing it on his own was impossible, because during an experiment it was still only an experiment—no one could really kill him.

Yang Lanxu said that this ability, it seemed, could only be verified the next time he ran into danger.

Still, there was one other thing Yang Ce could not figure out: once, at Chen Fei's house, he seemed to have had a similar but not quite identical experience—seeing the scene of Wang Pu killing Su Dazhi.

The difference was that the fragment he saw had taken place after Su Dazhi's death, and that did not fall under the category of precognition. Still, the more lice the less the itch; the more abilities he had, the more Yang Ce took them in stride.

To hell with it. Thinking too much was nothing but fretting over nothing. All this testing back and forth of his got him nowhere—it was a pure waste of time.