After being murdered by my whole family, I was reborn

Arno quickly stopped and smiled. "Ah Chan, it's been so long since you've spoken to me. Are you hungry? Tired? Is the air conditioning in the hotel too hot? Are you thirsty? I have some food and herbal tea in my car. Would you like some?"

Dongchan uttered two words expressionlessly: "Get things done."

"Okay, okay!" Arno nodded repeatedly. "I'll definitely take good care of the body. If you're thirsty or hungry, just go to the car..."

Dongchan turned around and strode into the hotel.

Arno stood there like a statue, gazing longingly at her retreating figure until she disappeared from sight, before turning to get his suitcase.

The trunk was already full, so I just threw it into the car.

Arno got into the car, leaned out the window to look at the increasingly heavy snowfall, closed the window, and drove away.

The snow on the ground grew thicker and thicker, covering all traces.

Room 508.

Zhang Ran, who was lying in bed, put down her computer, lifted the covers and looked at Dong Chan who was approaching. "Is it cold outside? Come in under the covers."

The activities in the middle of the night were so exciting that Zhang Ran stayed in bed.

"Hey! Xiaoyue! You actually stayed in bed!" Er Ya squeezed into the bathroom after Zhang Ran was woken up. "You didn't go to steal last night, did you? Haha!" She went to bed early last night to go out today, so Xiaoyue should have gotten up earlier than her.

"Hmm, it's cardamom."

Zhang Ran mumbled a few words with a toothbrush in her mouth, which Er Ya neither heard nor paid attention to. "I'll wait for you outside. Hurry up." She turned and walked out quickly.

Hotel reception.

The receptionist, having slept through the night, stretched comfortably, glanced at the phone that had been moved aside, and put it back, ready to deal with whatever might happen next, such as a guest complaining that a drunkard had broken into the room in the middle of the night, or crying and threatening to call the police. He had plenty of experience to handle either situation.

He took out his phone and played with it, hoping the customer would have a good time and pay the balance so he could give him a bigger tip.

As time passed, Du Yu's heart sank lower and lower, growing increasingly uneasy. Why was there not a sound from the upstairs guest room? Had they gone too far and caused someone's death?!

Even when the front desk staff came to relieve him during the day, there was still no movement from the guest rooms upstairs.

With a feeling of unease, Du Yu left the hotel after get off work.

So he didn't see that no sooner had he left than Zhang Ran and her group came downstairs, passed through the lobby in a lively manner, and left the hotel by car.

The snow on the street was too thick to go shopping, so they went directly to a cosmetic surgery hospital, registered for a scar removal treatment, and went straight to the hospital to complete the admission procedures.

Zhang Ran and Er Ya came here specifically to get rid of their scars.

Zhang Ran told the plastic surgeon that she would also arrange for Qiu Yu, Dong Chan, and even Yang Tao to have the procedure done.

Qiu Yu accepted the gift with delight.

Dongchan silently agreed.

Yang Tao was the only one who strongly objected: "I'm so old, why would I need to remove scars? You guys do it, you guys do it."

No matter how Zhang Ran and Er Ya tried to persuade her, it was no use; they could only respect Yang Tao's decision.

Although Yang Tao had no intention of removing the scars, she stayed at the hospital to take care of her.

Scar removal is nothing to brag about. The plastic surgeons and nurses kept brainwashing Zhang Ran and the others, trying to get them to spend money on plastic surgery. They even used examples of popular male and female celebrities to tempt them, promising that they would be even more beautiful than them after the surgery.

Before coming to the cosmetic surgery hospital, Zhang Ran had already explained to everyone that a failed cosmetic surgery could result in disfigurement at best, and death at worst.

Qiu Yu doesn't care about her looks at all; money is everything, and she can play with any kind of man she wants.

Dongchan is even less likely to have plastic surgery to attract attention. The more ordinary and low-key an assassin is, the more likely they are to disappear into the crowd after killing someone and not be remembered for their appearance, the higher their survival rate will be.

Er Ya wasn't entirely satisfied with her appearance, but she didn't dare get plastic surgery for fear of failure and disfigurement, so she preferred to keep her original look.