"What do you want me to do?"
"I want to go to the underground city!"
Consort Ling widened his eyes, looking at Xiao Lin with an incredulous expression.
"You heard me right, I want to go to the underground city." Xiao Lin repeated more emphatically.
"You might get killed before you even reach there."
"That's why I'm entrusting my back to you!" Xiao Lin spoke casually, knowing anyone living on the edge would understand the meaning behind these words—a total trust.
"Has anyone ever told you you're a fool?"
"I consider it the greatest compliment." Xiao Lin stood up from his chair, grabbing a bag from beside him: "Put on these clothes, I'll wait for you outside."
Once Consort Ling changed into the police uniform, his demeanor transformed completely. Who says assassins can't be good actors? Watching him, Xiao Lin suddenly recalled this saying; in a way, assassins are also actors.
"Where to?"
"Home!"
