Reborn in 2014: A One-Man Tycoon

Just when Meng Chuan thought he was going to die, Ying Die descended from the sky like a ghost.

The short stick in his hand slammed down hard towards the back of the assassin's head.

At this moment, Yingdie exerted all her strength and used the momentum of her falling body.

If that hits hard, it'll be more than just a blow to the head.

Even granite cracked.

However, just as Shadow Butterfly's short stick was only twenty or thirty centimeters away from the black-clad assassin's head.

As if sensing something, the assassin in black suddenly tilted his head to the side.

He narrowly avoided the short stick's fatal blow.

But the stick still grazed his ear before finally slamming into his shoulder.

"Click"

The sound of bones breaking was heard.

But the assassin remained silent.

It was as if it wasn't his shoulder that was shattered.

But his body suddenly trembled, and the hand holding the dagger fell limply to the ground.

At the same time, the assassin reacted extremely quickly.

With his other hand raised, he punched Yingdie in the face.

Faced with a powerful punch, Yingdie's eyes turned cold.

His body leaned back like a serpent, and he landed lightly with a backflip.

Yingdie's movements were swift and decisive.

With a light tap of his toes, he sprang up like a spring, swinging the short stick again, aiming straight for the assassin's temple.

The assassin was clearly no ordinary person; he quickly ducked to dodge the Shadow Butterfly's attack.

At the same time, he kicked Yingdie in the knee.

In that instant, the two exchanged blows, a truly perilous situation.

Meng Chuan's eyes couldn't keep up with their movements at all.

However, the assassin in black had already lost an arm.

Fighting with only one arm, he was no match for Shadow Butterfly in terms of agility or reaction time.

"Crack!"

Another sound of bones shattering rang out.

His other arm was also broken by Shadow Butterfly's short stick.

The assassin, his hands hanging limply, groaned and staggered backward.

Finally, he knelt on the ground.

Yingdie showed no mercy whatsoever.

He lunged forward, closing in, and struck the man's chin hard with his short stick.

It was that teeth-grinding sound of bones cracking again.

The assassin groaned again, now lying completely on the ground.

With both arms and one leg broken, he was completely incapacitated.

Yingdie then turned on the dormitory lights.

As expected, he was a blond, blue-eyed foreign assassin.

It was a man, and he was very strong.

He was clearly a power-type killer.

Meng Chuan breathed a slight sigh of relief and was about to say something.

Yingdie picked up the dagger from the ground with a blank expression.

He flashed in front of the assassin.

With one hand covering the assassin's mouth, he raised the dagger and plunged it viciously into the assassin's only intact leg.

Blood splattered immediately.

"what!"

Meng Chuan exclaimed in shock; the scene was too bloody.

But Yingdie remained expressionless throughout.

It was as easy and simple as just dusting off some dirt.

"Isn't...isn't that necessary?"

Meng Chuan said in a trembling voice.

Both arms were broken, the flap of one leg was smashed, and the other leg was pierced by a dagger.

This is too cruel.

Meng Chuan suddenly felt a pang of pity.

"He is very strong. If I hadn't launched a sneak attack, I might not have been his match."

"That's what Yingdie said coldly."

Shadow Butterfly is not a power-type fighter.

She was more skilled at assassination.

Meng Chuan probably couldn't see the danger involved.

But Yingdie was still filled with lingering fear.

Tonight was lucky; the assassin clearly didn't expect Meng Chuan to have a skilled bodyguard protecting him.

They never expected that Shadow Butterfly would be hiding in the ceiling to launch a sneak attack.

If he had been prepared, the outcome tonight would have been uncertain.

It was precisely because of their fear of this assassin.

Shadow Butterfly must cripple his limbs.

Prevent all possible accidents.

Because real killers are terrifying.

Any carelessness could lead to a dramatic comeback.

Shadow Butterfly aims to eliminate all possibilities of accidents.

"You...you were up there the whole time?"

Meng Chuan looked at the ceiling and stammered, "What do you mean?"

Two footprints can be faintly seen on the ceiling.

It must take a lot of strength to support yourself on the roof.

Meng Chuan was once again shocked by Ying Die's strength.

Yingdie nodded, her tone still icy:

"Yes, I'm waiting."

"What are you waiting for?"

"Wait for him to make a move."

"Shadow Butterfly said coldly."

Meng Chuan was speechless for a moment, and at the same time felt a wave of fear.

If... the consequences would be unimaginable.

However, Meng Chuan admired Ying Die's calmness and decisiveness to the core.

Looking at her, Meng Chuan suddenly felt at ease.

"Don't leave the dormitory. I'll take him to find Fifth Master."

As Yingdie spoke, she prepared to leave with the assassin.

"and many more."

Meng Chuan immediately became anxious.

Meng Chuan felt safe with Ying Die, but he was terrified when Ying Die wanted to leave.

After all, they had just experienced a terrifying moment.

What if Shadow Butterfly leaves, and another assassin comes... Meng Chuan became more and more panicked as he thought about it.

"I am afraid."

Although it was difficult to say, Meng Chuan still blushed and spoke.

A grown man says to a woman: I'm scared.

Meng Chuan suddenly felt like slapping himself.

That's really... a disgrace to men.

Seeing Meng Chuan's embarrassed expression, Ying Die hesitated for a moment and said:

"Then inform Fifth Master that I will accompany you."

"Okay, thank you."

Meng Chuan was overjoyed and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

He hurriedly took out his phone.

Although it was already three in the morning, Meng Chuan didn't care whether he would disturb Fifth Master's rest.

As soon as the call connected, Meng Chuan said:

"The killer has been caught; he's in my dorm room."

"Wait."

With just two words, Fifth Master hung up the phone.

To Meng Chuan's surprise...

Only ten minutes had passed.

A young man wearing a mask and hat appeared at the door of Meng Chuan's dormitory.

Without a word, he grabbed the wounded assassin with one hand and disappeared.

Shadow Butterfly cleaned up the bloodstains on the floor as quickly as possible.

Meng Chuan watched Ying Die skillfully clean up the bloodstains on the ground, but his heart was still unsettled.

He was still shaken by the brush with death he had just experienced.

Yingdie's coldness and decisiveness only fueled his curiosity about her.

He couldn't help but ask:

"Shadow Butterfly, how...did you develop such skills?"

Yingdie paused slightly in her movements, but quickly resumed cleaning the bloodstains, her tone remaining calm:

"got used to."

"got used to?"

Meng Chuan frowned, clearly dissatisfied with the answer.

He hesitated for a moment, then continued to ask:

"Have you... experienced many dangerous things in the past?"

Yingdie raised her head and glanced at Meng Chuan with a cold look.

Then he slowly said:

“I am an orphan and grew up in Siberia. The environment there is harsh, and to survive, you have to learn to protect yourself.”

Siberia?

Meng Chuan was stunned, and the image of that icy wasteland immediately came to mind.

He couldn't imagine how a girl could survive in such an environment.

Meng Chuan could tell that Ying Die's past was not simple, but she was clearly unwilling to talk about it.

This made Meng Chuan admire Ying Die's strength, but also feel a little sorry for her.

How much suffering must a girl endure to develop such a cold and ruthless personality?

"Shadow Butterfly..."

Meng Chuan hesitated for a moment, then couldn't help but ask:

"Have you... ever thought about living a different kind of life?"

Yingdie looked at Meng Chuan quietly, a hint of doubt in her eyes:

"A different kind of life?"

"Yes."

Meng Chuan nodded, a hint of expectation in his voice:

"For example... leaving Fifth Master and living a normal life. With your skills, you could easily become a bodyguard, or open a martial arts school, or even... find someone you like, get married and have children."

Yingdie's eyes turned slightly cold, and her tone became stiff:

"I do not need."

Meng Chuan was startled by her reaction and quickly explained:

“That’s not what I meant… I just think you don’t need to live this dangerous life forever. You’re still young, and you have many other options in the future…”

"My future was already predetermined."

Yingdie's voice grew increasingly cold.

Meng Chuan opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

Oh my god, this conversation is killing me.