127 The Mission (2/2)

The woman grabbed her kitchen knife, rushing to the killer screaming.

Tie Hanfeng casually dropped her knife. Then held her neck and covered her mouth. ”Finish the kid, I have other things to do.”

Gu Shenwei was familiar with Tie Hanfeng's countenance now. However, he was uglier than ever. ”Is it necessary?” asked Gu Shenwei.

The disciple's challenge surprised him. ”Of course it is. It saves me dozens of taels. You know how expensive they are. Besides, this woman is dying, wouldn't it be a waste?”

”I think we're killers.” Gu Shenwei accepted battered bodies, but found it hard to accept his Master Shifu's action now.

”Damn you, don't play the good guy. Save it. If someone interrupts me, or the boy is still alive afterward, you can call it a day. I'll show you how a good guy ends up.”

Tie Hanfeng took the woman into the back room. Quickly, there came struggling, crying and panting.

The boy on the ground gained consciousness. Then, he wiped off the blood on his forehead. He shouted ”Mom” and dashed toward the back room. However, as soon as he took one step, he was knocked down again. Gu Shenwei was pointing the saber towards the teens heart.

Gu Shenwei tried to focus on his saber. He told himself. ”I can't help him. Even if I were to free him, Cripple Tie will hunt him down. The only thing I can do now is spare him the torture.”

The boy got up and was knocked down again. The kung fu he learned from his dad was defenseless in front of a killer.

Hearing the sound from the back room, the boy on the ground raised his head. He placed his neck against the saber and said, ”Kill me, my aunt will avenge.”

Gu Shenwei looked at him and stabbed the saber in.

Tie Hanfeng walked out of the back room, his cape missing. He wiped his hands with the dishcloth on the shelf. Sitting on the kitchen range, he looked at the boy's body and said, ”Wait for a moment, he'll come home.”

Gu Shenwei stood beside the door. He murmured a ”yes” and looked at the dough.

It was pouring outside, yet it was eerily silent inside.

”People are flesh and bones.” Tie Hanfeng spoke up, lecturing like he used to. ”People are no different than stocks. The saber goes in, the person dies. Every man, every woman and child, you, and me, we all die someday. People are born to kill each other.”

Gu Shenwei didn't say a word. Before he could defeat his Master Shifu, he would never argue. In his eyes, people led a different life, a life he used to live but was ruined by Golden Roc Fort overnight. He would never see his dead loved ones as flesh and bones. Without the love for the family, the endeavors now would be meaningless, the hardships and disgrace he used to bear would crush him in a second.

Tie Hanfeng stared at his disciple, his cheeks slightly working. He had finally cheered up from the drizzle, now it was ruined by this boy. He said, ”I have ways to fix you.”

Gu Shenwei had learned Master Shifu's sticks and stones, thus he did not care too much.

It got dark early, and the rain slowly stopped. Silence fell both inside and outside of the room. The two killers waited patiently for their target.

Someone pushed the courtyard door open and stumbled in. The water splashed like it was being walked on by a bear. The ”bear” shouted. ”Where's my lady? I'm back, don't play dumb. Little brat, where are you? I may as well raise a dog. Dogs welcome me every day...”

Nie Qing was drunk as he pushed the door open. He staggered at the door, adapting to the dark. He became furious when he first saw an unfamiliar old man on the kitchen range. Then, he saw the body on the ground. Immediately he knew what had happened. He yelled and drew out his machete.

Before he could draw the machete, a saber from behind pierced him in the waist. He was pierced through, and he could even see the blade itself in front of him.

Nie Qing opened his mouth and couldn't think straight. He started to stagger backwards, and his hands scrambled to grab the blade that pierced through him, but in vain.

Gu Shenwei pulled out the saber, and the body fell forward. At the same time, Tie Hanfeng darted to grab at the hair and cut his head. He didn't even interrupt the body's falling.

He put the saber away and drew a black cloth to wrap up the head. He handed it over to his disciple.

The two people looked around in front of the yard. Then, they left after confirming no one was watching.

On the road, a sneaky young man fetched the head. The task was finished.

They returned to Xu Yanwei's loft. Xu Xiaoyi opened the door. Seeing their long faces, he did not greet them cheekily like he used to.

”Where's your sister?” asked Tie Hanfeng.

”She's upstairs.”

”Any customer?”

”Not yet, they'll come soon.”

”Well, send my disciple up. Let her teach him how to be a man.”

This was Tie Hanfeng's idea of ”fixing” his disciple.