But after possessing such immense strength and confidence, having reached the pinnacle of an assassin, taking lives as easily as reaching into one's pocket, would someone willingly become a mere tool? Li Yan wanted to retire, to live an ordinary life, and he thought this decision was for him to make alone, not one requiring someone else's approval!
For years, he couldn't count how many times he'd thought of what he would say if he met the boss, what his reaction would be, what questions he would want to ask, or what requests he might make.
But now, the opportunity for dialogue had arrived, yet Li Yan felt a bit lost. Perhaps... this presence, like a curse, was both his goal and motivation. Once face-to-face, would there really be happiness without that mysterious pressure?
