City A, Han Mochen's Villa
The afternoon sunlight carries a lazy warmth, and the birds sing happily in the woods.
In such a comfortable afternoon, Han Mochen sits on the sofa, basking in the sun, yet there's no trace of a smile on his face.
"Sir, these are the twenty sets just delivered, please have a look." Ah Jiu pushes a clothes rack over, his expression still cold and serious, an unlikely match to the tasks he's currently performing.
A world-class assassin has become a living assistant.
"Just leave them there for now." Han Mochen says, resting his chin on his hand as he sits on the sofa, not taking a glance at the new clothes.
Right in front of him are rows of sliding clothes racks, suits almost filling up the living room.
"Another twenty sets will arrive in City A in half an hour, I've already sent someone to fetch them." Ah Jiu continues.
