Lu Ming and Ari descended to the inn's courtyard, where snow was falling lightly. Fang was standing by the black armored car, wearing a full formal suit as if he hadn't spent his night monitoring assassins in the freezing cold. He calmly offered two cups of hot coffee with robotic precision.
(Ari internally, shooting fiery glares at Fang: Look at him.. the Chinese "Robot" standing there like he's in a fashion show! Coffee? Thanks, but I want an explanation for the "wooden crates" you call a bed! You made me sleep on the arm of the Dinosaur King.. well, thank you for that, but I'll stay angry in front of Lu Ming!)
Lu Ming said coldly as he sipped his coffee: "Fang.. the bed in the room was interesting. Did you think I wouldn't notice it was just shipping crates covered with a quilt?"
Fang, in a void-of-emotion tone: "Master, the refugees took all the real beds. I had to innovate as there were no other inns in this area."
(Ari internally: Liar! Look at Lu Ming's face.. he's back to his icy mask, but his ear is still a bit red from this morning's aftermath!)
Suddenly, Fang's gaze turned deadly serious, and he pulled out a small device scanning the perimeter.
"Master, we have abnormal movement in the eastern forest. The 'Enemies' didn't send ordinary assassins this time.. they sent the 'Silent Hunter'."
Lu Ming's features changed completely; he gripped the paper coffee cup until it tore in his hand.
"The Silent Hunter? You mean they hired someone from the 'First Rank'?"
(Ari internally, feeling anxious: The Silent Hunter? The name alone makes my hair stand! Look at Lu Ming.. his dark eyes are starting to ignite again. Damn, we haven't even finished our breakfast! I'll put my coffee cup aside.)
"Ari, get in the car immediately," Lu Ming said, pulling her behind him forcefully. "Fang, prime the camouflage system. If the 'Hunter' is here, it means the entire place is rigged with sonic explosives."
(Ari internally, running toward the car: Sonic explosives? Oh my! This man isn't joking. But wait.. Lu Ming is still holding my hand tightly.. Is he afraid for me? Or not? It doesn't matter; as long as his hand is in mine, let a thousand hunters come!)