Chapter 1: Only steamed buns should not be betrayed

At night, on the sea, a luxurious cruise ship drifted slowly.

The cabin was ablaze with lights, bustling and lively.

The deck was silent and dark, with only the sound of waves.

A blonde, blue-eyed boy sat alone on the railing, looking at the moon shrouded in a light mist.

A chill ran down her spine.

The five, snow-white, fiery material, a head of windswept big waves curl hair everyone knows, this is an absolute.

But few people know that she is Rose, the notorious assassin.

Knowing that there was only one minute left, he raised his hand to assassinate his target for the day.

And at that time

"Knock knock knock"

Footsteps approached, and an ordinary-looking, seemingly harmless young Asian man walked over.

She was dressed as a waitress and held a small wooden box in her hand.

He walked over with a somewhat awkward smile and said, "Miss, a gentleman asked me to give you something."

He frowned, but didn't pay too much attention.

With her appearance, she had long been accustomed to such pick-up lines and didn't even bat an eyelid.

In my opinion, a man who doesn't even have the courage to approach someone directly isn't a real man.

Waving his white hand dismissively, he said, "Take it back, or throw it away."

"That gentleman said that if you saw what was inside, you wouldn't refuse," the young man said with a smile as he opened the wooden box in his hand.

I'm getting a little impatient.

Such a situation has happened too many times. Those young masters with some assets always think that taking out some expensive gemstones and diamonds will make everyone obediently lie in bed, but they don't know that the bounty of a single mission is several times more than what these people's families earn altogether.

He raised his hand and struck the wooden box against the water, until

Saw the things in the wooden box.

That was a diamond.

Isn't that common?

But that ruby was only the size of a quail's egg.

This is rather uncommon.

A translucent blue, radiating a moist luster, it was still breathtakingly beautiful even in this dim environment.

"The Heart of the Ocean" elicited an exclamation of amazement.

It's absolutely impossible to get it wrong, because that's one of the mission objectives.

Kill the target and retrieve the Heart of the Ocean. That is this mission's objective.

Ugh.

Not correct.

How could this be here, in the hands of a waiter?

Instantly alert, he sprang to his feet, flipping his left hand as he leaped, launching a sharp obsidian dagger. However

"I see you missed it, too bad you're a little slow."

The youthful smile on his face had vanished, replaced by a hint of mischief. His hand had somehow crept up onto her shoulder, and with a sudden tap at the back of her neck...

My vision went black instantly, then a split second later, consciousness quickly dispersed.

For a killer, at any time, the heart is always the fatal wound.

"That fella's dead, I took care of him. I need his head back at the camp, sorry about that. As compensation for you, here’s this Ocean Heart."

"You're welcome, I'm like Lei Feng."

After listening to the last few words in a daze, I completely fainted.

I woke up again, it was already the next morning.

I found myself lying on my bed in my own room.

From the window, you can see that the cruise ship has docked and most of the passengers have disembarked.

Upon the bedside table, a small wooden box lay open, its azure diamonds emitting a soft glow.

Recalling yesterday's events, his eyes were suddenly filled with complexity.

But soon, a few more traces of unwillingness and resentment appeared on his face.

He is a proud child.

Too proud to be defeated so easily

"This guy, whoever you are, I will find you and then, kill you."

However, he didn't realize that his words carried a hint of killing intent, and he wasn't entirely resolute.

>One day later.

In ancient China, atop a towering mountain shrouded in mist and clouds, stood a dilapidated wooden hut.

An old man was sitting in the wooden house, puffing on a pipe.

Yang Tian carried a bag and walked in, throwing it down in front of the old man.

"Bang bang"

The old man glared at Yang Tian with displeasure. "You young rascal, you're getting more and more unruly."

As he spoke, the old man opened his bundle and unlatched a wooden box. Inside lay a head, reeking of blood.

The old man looked at the ferocious, bloody head and simply raised an eyebrow. “What about that thing?”

"It's a gift," Yang Tian shrugged, feigning innocence.

The old man’s head was crossed by three black lines as he blurted out, “You good-for-nothing! Do you know how much that Heart of the Ocean is worth? It could buy you a hundred loaves of bread!”

"Then why didn't you tell me it was so valuable?" Yang Tian exclaimed in shock.

The old man sighed deeply, "Forget it, forget it. I'm not expecting you, my prodigal son, to bring that thing back."

The old man stood up, walked to the side, opened a cabinet, took out a stack of paper things, and put them in front of Yang Tian. "Rest for one night, prepare to go down the mountain tomorrow."

Yang Tian was stunned. "Hey, old man, don't play like that! I just got back, and didn't we agree? After finishing this mission, I would retire peacefully, living a simple life on the mountain, eating and drinking for free, with steamed buns and extra meals. You can't go back on your word!"

At this moment, the old man smirked cunningly. "I said for you to turn over a new leaf, but I never said for you to stay on the mountain and starve," he said. "You're the only male in our family line. If you don't go down the mountain and start a family, how are we going to carry on the legacy?"

"What the hell is Mount Zhuang?" Yang Tian was a little confused.

The old man chuckled and pointed at the pile of paper. "Have a look,"

Yang Tian lowered his head and was stunned.

"Marriage Certificate."

The two big characters were so dazzling and eye-catching.

Yang Tian widened his eyes and flipped open the thing.

This thing is really a marriage book.

And the man was Yang Tian, who he knew, but the woman's name, Fang, was unfamiliar to him.

"Hey, wait a minute. What's with all this stuff under the marriage certificate?"

A few seconds later, Yang Tian was astonished again.

There are three marriage certificates here.

The men's names are all different, but the man is Yang Tian.

"Several old men from Tianhai City once received life-saving grace from this divine physician. As a repayment, I asked each of them for a marriage certificate, promising that as long as you agree, they will let you choose their grandson." The old man said proudly.

"Come on, what year is this? You're still arranging marriages? I refuse!" Yang Tian shook his head firmly, stating that he was an honorable, kind, and chaste young man.

"Oh, you want to refuse?" The old man squinted and chuckled. "You can refuse if you like, but I have to remind you, those families' grandsons are all genuine, born-and-bred people."

"Hmph, as if I would fall for this." Yang Tian scoffed, looking down on them with disdain.

The old man's smile froze, he almost choked.

This kid wouldn't even bother.

Sighing, it seems like I'll have to use my trump card now.

"What if I said their house is filled with endless steamed buns?" the old man said.

“”

Yang immediately dropped the 節.

More than ten years ago, on a snowy and windy night.

A pale, gaunt little boy, with his stomach growling loudly, leaned against a trash can by the wall, near death.

The wall has a window, and the window is like a warm home, with faint aromas of food and warmth wafting out.

But that has nothing to do with him.

This will only make him colder, even more so, his consciousness is about to blur.

At some point, a person appeared before him and handed him something.

It was a white steamed bun, its warmth still lingering from the wind and snow.

That was the best thing he had ever eaten in the world.

This is also what he thinks is the most expensive dish.

However, he never ate it again. Because his master took him up the mountain.

Until now

Indeed, in this world, only steamed buns are never disappointing.

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