Chapter 474 - Chapter 474: Chapter 294: The Gamble Between Top Assassins_2 (2/2)

Moreover, if he were to leave first, with a woman in his arms, he would undoubtedly be leaving his back exposed to Lin Chuan.

He wasn’t sure if Lin Chuan was suspicious of him.

Croney was very confident in his own disguise techniques.

He had confidently charmed a girl who lived in the same building as Lin Chuan, got her to take him home, and waited for the right moment to encounter Lin Chuan in the elevator, and then took decisive action as soon as Lin Chuan stepped out of the elevator.

This was his meticulous plan.

Just as Lin Chuan turned around and stepped out of the elevator without much vigilance.

Croney was certain he could eliminate the target within two seconds.

But!

Lin Chuan’s behavior caught him off guard.

At the 30th floor, he remained inside the elevator, not giving away any openings.

Croney was unclear whether Lin Chuan had any inkling.

Or perhaps Lin Chuan wanted to observe their behavior more for his novel writing.

If Lin Chuan did have suspicions, walking out of the elevator with the woman and leaving his back to Lin Chuan would be a dangerous signal.

So, at the 30th floor, Lin Chuan didn’t exit the elevator; at the 32nd floor, should Croney leave the elevator?

He was conflicted!

Never in his career as an assassin had he encountered such a situation.

The target, Lin Chuan, had him tied in knots.

To leave would mean abandoning the mission, and possibly risking Lin Chuan making the first move.

To stay would be akin to telling Lin Chuan directly that there was an issue.

Whether to stay or leave was disadvantageous either way for him.

The elevator doors began to close.

Due to no one else calling for the elevator or it being stopped, they remained inside the elevator at the 32nd floor.

At that moment.

Lin Chuan smiled and his gaze fell upon Croney’s face, “You’ve arrived, you’re not going to enter the home? Do you want to broadcast this live right here?”

The woman seemed to come to her senses, glanced at the floor number, and then, clutching Croney’s neck, tried to lead him out.

However, Croney didn’t budge.

“My dear, don’t you want to…” the woman began.

Lin Chuan looked on as if he were watching an interesting play.

He had figured it out.

This man, he was no ordinary commodity; it’s very likely he was a top assassin.

This was an intuition shared among those of the same trade.

Lin Chuan could have walked backwards out of the elevator on the 30th floor, to not give him a chance.

But Lin Chuan wasn’t about to let Croney off that easily.

If Croney truly was an assassin, letting him go would mean an added danger; so, Lin Chuan followed up to the 32nd floor.

While Croney was agonizing over whether to exit the elevator, Lin Chuan had essentially decided.

This man was indeed problematic.

Lin Chuan was also a man, and he knew well that under normal circumstances, driven by such passion, one would immediately rush out with the girl on the 32nd floor without hesitation.

But he hesitated.

Then, he wasn’t heading out for the girl.

“My dear, come home with me,” the woman glanced at Lin Chuan and then back at Croney.

Who knew that Croney would suddenly push the woman, sending her crashing straight into Lin Chuan’s arms.

Luckily, the woman wasn’t tall, so when she crashed into Lin Chuan, it didn’t obstruct his line of sight.

Bang!

Croney made his move!

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On a winter night, the high-end luxury residential garden in the south displayed a completely different gentleness and vitality. Although it was winter, the severe cold did not invade here; the air was filled with a warm and moist scent.

Moonlight gently sprinkled down, draping a soft silver veil over the garden. Without the biting cold winds of the northern winter, the nights here seemed extraordinarily serene and cozy. In the garden, the tropical plants were still lush and verdant, as if time slowed its pace here, making people forget the changing of seasons.

Along the path, various flowers vied for beauty. Although it wasn’t the peak bloom of spring, many species still showed off their unique charm in the winter night. These flowers, be they red, purple, yellow, or white, dazzled with splendid colors and fragrant scents, adding a touch of vitality and vigor to the winter garden.

In the pond, the clear water surface rippled slightly, reflecting the moonlight and the surrounding scenery. There wasn’t the roaring of fountains, but the occasional drift of fallen leaves or the gentle dance of fish on the water surface brought a peaceful and harmonious beauty.

In one corner of the garden, a delicate pavilion stood quietly. Constructed of wooden structures and covered with green tiles on the top, it appeared elegant and quaint. Inside the pavilion, there were a few stone tables and benches, seemingly inviting passersby to take a break and enjoy this rare moment of tranquility.

The entire garden, under the cover of the winter night, felt even more warm and romantic. Here, there was neither the cold nor the desolation of the north, only the warmth and vitality of the south. People strolled, chatted, or sat quietly in the pavilion, savoring the beauty and peace of the winter night. This place was not just a scenic spot but also a haven for relaxing and pleasuring the soul.

The entire garden, enveloped by the winter night, seemed even more serene and harmonious. It was not only a place for sightseeing but also a refuge for the soul to relax and settle. Here, people could temporarily forget the troubles and clamor of the world, enjoying the rare tranquility and loveliness.