Indeed, September is of a tender age but not only is his marksmanship godlike, but his agility is also top-notch. Aside from January and April, in the organization, he is now the most celebrated individual.
However, for Qi Yue who had not yet undertaken a mission, hearing Uncle Guan’s words promptly stirred a sense of dissatisfaction. What was so great about September? Wasn’t it just that he’d completed three test missions? Though one of those missions was quite challenging, Qi Yue believed that if it had been her, she would have certainly succeeded as well.
With a silent snort of contempt, Qi Yue felt angry, though she calmly said on the surface, "Uncle Guan, I understand. Rest assured, I will definitely complete this mission successfully. After I finish this initial trial, I hope you can assign a more challenging task next ti."
As for the proud and haughty Miss Qi, who Uncle Guan had watched grow up from childhood, how could he not see through her character? Upon hearing her, he simply smiled faintly through the phone, "Miss Qi, Uncle Guan wishes you all the best. Once you’re back, I’ll throw a grand feast to welco you ho and dust off the journey."
Qi Yue pursed her lips in response. It was only a simple mission, right? Uncle Guan’s words made it seem so ceremonious that she couldn’t help feeling slightly displeased and said, "Thank you, Uncle Guan. If there’s nothing else, then that’s all for now."
"Alright, Miss Qi."
"..."
After hanging up the phone, Qi Yue fell silent, carefully contemplating. This was her first mission, and although the target was rely a high school student, she tended to be sowhat disdainful. Nevertheless, what she had learned reminded her that underestimating an opponent is a fatal weakness for an assassin. The phrase her mother often said to her more than any other was ’Even if the opponent is truly weak, you must develop a ticulous habit, because only then can you survive longer in the assassin profession.’
After a while, Qi Yue secretly drafted a preliminary plan in her mind. She then took out a set of clothes from her suitcase, went into the shower room for a bath, and after drying her hair upon erging, she took out a handheld computer and sat at the bed. There, she opened an e-book called Sword Fight Nine Heavens and began to watch it intently. In her free ti, she habitually treated reading novels as a form of leisure!
This book, Sword Fight Nine Heavens, was written by an author nad Ji Wu, and is considered a masterpiece among classical xianxia novels, extraordinarily moving, with poignant love stories and magnificent battles, all sorts of gods, demons, and spirits—Qi Yue especially loves the romantic tales within. Since discovering the book, she has been unable to put it down and is now on her third reading.
On Sunday morning, Leng Xuan practiced the Jiuyang Divine Art on the rooftop of Li ngjie’s villa for two hours before concluding his session. These two hours of cultivation refreshed him thoroughly, making him want to let out a couple of hearty roars. However, fearing that he might disturb the nearby residents, he reluctantly shook his head, leaped down from the rooftop, entered through a window, and returned to his room.
He knew that on rest days, both Ling Xuejiu and Li ngjie tended to sleep late, so he didn’t bother to make breakfast. Instead, he lay down on his bed to rest. He didn’t know how long he had lain there when suddenly a ringtone from his cell phone woke him. Picking up the phone to see who it was, the caller ID displayed a local number, leaving him clueless as to who was calling.
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