Gisele left just like that, without taking a single cloud with her, as if she were merely a fleeting passerby, as if everything from last night was just an illusion.
Johnny touched the spot on his cheek where Gisele had just kissed him, and a sense of wistful loss lingered in his heart.
"Hmph, was I too caught up?"
Johnny couldn't help but mock himself, then repeatedly warned himself in his heart, I am an assassin, how could I be bound by emotions?
Thinking of this, Johnny perked up.
Hailing a taxi, Johnny prepared to head to the airport, having been delayed for a day and a half.
Just as Johnny opened the taxi door, he suddenly noticed a man dressed all in white standing on the opposite side of the road.
In an instant, Johnny felt his whole body go numb.
"White Lion!"
A sudden sense of panic surged into his heart, and Johnny immediately got into the car and closed the door.
"To the airport, hurry!"
He didn't know how this guy had managed to track him down again, but it clearly wouldn't be for anything good.
He made up his mind to leave Thailand, this godforsaken place, as soon as possible.
The taxi sped like the wind, and with the boost of money, a Thai version of Fast and Furious unfolded. In less than 10 minutes, Johnny appeared at the entrance of Thailand Airport.
He bought a ticket for the earliest possible flight, and only the Seoul flight was available.
He paid without hesitation, then waited in the departure lounge. As for the firearms on him, he gave them all to the Thai driver.
More than 5 hours later, Johnny appeared at Incheon International Airport in Seoul.
The first thing he did after getting off the plane was to make a call. He had just pulled out his phone and hadn't even unlocked it when he heard a voice from his right, "Hey! Hey! Skinny old man! Let's go together!"
Such convoluted Chinese words drilled into Johnny's ears like a demonic sound. He couldn't help but turn his head to the right. A curly-haired man wearing a white suit, cotton slippers, and large sunglasses stood there, shouting loudly at another group of people.
"야! 씨 발, 이 자 식 아! 기 다 려! (Hey, you little bastard! Wait for me!)"
The man shouted and walked towards his position, while the other group walked past him.
It was a pity Johnny didn't understand Korean and didn't know what he was saying.
However, the guy in the white suit and cotton slippers suddenly stopped when he passed in front of Johnny.
He pushed his sunglasses down with his index finger and looked at Johnny, "You... aren't you... that... what's-his-name..."
Johnny watched this guy stare at him for a long time, yet he still didn't know what he was saying. It was quite rude, wasn't it?
As if realizing his impoliteness, the man quickly took off his sunglasses, "I forgot, you probably don't understand Korean."
The man adjusted his suit, then looked at Johnny with a serious expression, switching to Chinese, "Let me introduce myself, my name is Ding Qing, your super fan!"
Looking at the man introducing himself, Johnny inexplicably felt a bit amused. Then, just as he was about to introduce himself, Ding Qing reached out and stopped him.
"Brother, you don't need to introduce yourself. I know who you are. You are Night Owl, the American-Chinese assassin, a three-star bronze-level assassin of the High Table." Ding Qing said proudly, "I know all your information very clearly."
Listening to this convoluted Chinese, Johnny didn't know what to say. Whatever he said, so be it.
In fact, Johnny hadn't expected to meet his fan in Korea, and a passionate one at that.
Immediately after, Ding Qing, ignoring the surprised looks of his subordinates, directly approached Johnny and asked, "Can you teach me a few moves?"
"Hmm?"
This sudden question left Johnny bewildered, but Ding Qing smiled, "Oh, right, this is the airport. It seems our presence here isn't too good. Come on, I'm treating today!"
He said, trying to pull Johnny along, but just as his hand was about to touch Johnny, he pulled it back.
Do not casually touch an assassin's body, otherwise, you would find it hard to imagine what kind of storm you would face.
In fact, he had already sensed that Johnny's muscles seemed to have tensed up, so withdrawing his hand in time was a wise move.
Johnny's thought was that since he didn't know anyone in Korea anyway, except for Park Ji-hoon, and now he had a fan, he might as well go with him and see.
And so, Johnny followed Ding Qing out of the airport.
Ding Qing was very excited the whole way, chatting about this and that with Johnny, though mostly about Johnny, clearly he knew Johnny very well, which suited the identity of a passionate fan.
Li Zicheng, on the other hand, furrowed his brow, somewhat speechless. His elder brother was good in every way, except his personality was a bit too flamboyant, and he had no idea who he had dragged over from the airport.
Not only did he call another MPV, but he also made everyone else take another car.
Of course, he didn't know Johnny's identity, but after listening to Ding Qing's detailed introduction, he realized that Johnny was no ordinary person.
The High Table was not some ordinary organization; it ranked 4th among global assassin organizations. And to have a member of such a terrifying assassin organization sitting right in front of him, just thinking about it, still sent shivers down his spine.
So his expression also slightly softened, and he just listened to his elder brother Ding Qing chatting casually with Johnny. But as they talked, Ding Qing didn't forget to turn and take out a box from his handbag, handing it to Li Zicheng.
"Bro! This is a good thing I specially brought back from Shanghai."
Ding Qing took it and opened it, revealing a pair of gold watches, one large and one small, but Li Zicheng looked at them with disdain.
"You came all this way back just to bring these fake goods?"
Facing Li Zicheng's merciless exposure, Ding Qing not only didn't get angry but was even cheerful.
But the next second, Ding Qing's expression changed. He directly stretched his foot to the passenger seat and kicked the subordinate wildly, cursing, "If you hadn't made me buy this thing, how could I be so embarrassed here!"
The subordinate in front dared not speak, only silently enduring. Johnny sat there, smiling, watching this scene. He had to admit, these two men in front of him were indeed interesting.
After a few symbolic kicks, Ding Qing retracted his foot and sat down again, apologizing to Johnny.
Then, he began to introduce Johnny, "This is my good brother Li Zicheng, also my second-in-command."
Johnny nodded, not speaking. Ding Qing knew Johnny had heard him.
"It just so happens that I met you today. How about this, I have something I need your help with, otherwise, I really might not be able to handle it."
Ding Qing paused, then issued his request to Johnny. Then he pulled out his phone and opened the Assassin App, "I understand your rules."
He posted a bounty request on the Assassin App and set it to a private invitation status.
Immediately after, a pop-up appeared on Johnny's phone app. He glanced at it, opened it, and it turned out that this guy in front of him had posted a request on the Assassin App. The content of the request was to protect him for 72 hours, with a reward of 1.5 million US dollars.
"You could have just told me directly, there's no need to place such a request on the High Table." Johnny rubbed his nose and said. It wasn't that he was awkward, but rather that he felt bad about the commission.
Ding Qing, however, waved his hand and said with a smile, "This way it feels more official."
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