His pallid face grew even whiter: "I don’t know, I just saw them threatening you, trying to capture you, and I rushed out, I have to protect you."

Ling Kong frowned even more: "Those instinctive reactions further confirm that your background is no ordinary matter. Even if a person can pretend, in times of danger, they will subconsciously make the most familiar movements, those natural reflexes that you can’t cover up. Without having been involved in countless fights like this, killing people, I’m afraid you wouldn’t have such quick and precise reactions!"

His complexion grew even more somber, his shallow eyes revealing a look of bewilderment as he lowered his head to look at his own hands.

"So you’re saying, I used to be a murderer, have killed many people?"

"Hmph, still going to keep up the act? Better come clean, explain your origins and purpose. Who sent you, and what exactly do you want to do?" Ling Kong’s tone was fierce and imposing.

"I told you, I don’t know."

Ling Kong arrogantly lifted his chin, his sharp and bright eyes sending a signal to the guards surrounding him: "Not knowing now doesn’t mean you won’t remember after a while. After tasting the torture of the arms conglomerate, perhaps, you’ll quickly recall. I don’t mind giving you a push!"

No sooner had he spoken than the guards closed in on him, moving to capture him.

He stood motionless, exuding a violent chill, his eyes cold as he swept them over the guards before suddenly attacking, engaging them in combat. His movements were sharp, with a fierce agility and stunning speed. In the blink of an eye, he was entangled in a melee with the several guards.

And these guards of Ling Kong, they were no pushovers but carefully selected, top-notch experts.

Suddenly, the great hall was in chaos, furniture flying and glass shattering, the brawl becoming all-encompassing.

Ye Lu’s face turned pale as she watched the scuffles, her emotions incredibly complex. If before, in the mountain’s graveyard where the situation was dire, she didn’t get a clear look at his moves, now each and every action was visible.

His movements resembled those of a brutal Asura from the underworld as seen in movies, with each glance and motion carrying sufficient cruelty. His every action, rather than battling gestures, were killing moves - sinister, sharp, fast, and precise, all intended to take lives the moment he struck.

Her gaze dimmed; Ling Kong was right, this manner of attack, filled with killing intent in every move, was absolutely not that of an ordinary bodyguard.

No one would practice such vicious martial arts, every technique a killing strike, unless each time they acted, it was to take a life, and that is undoubtedly the style of an assassin!

Perhaps only one kind of person would do this - a killer!

Her heart trembled; perhaps Ye Lu used to be an assassin, and a formidable one at that.

Such a person, coming to her side, was it really a coincidence?

Yet, the bewildered and innocent emotions he had shown these past few days didn’t seem feigned. If a person could constantly pretend to be like this, their acting skills would have to be incredibly high.

Yet, when he just acted, that cruel bloodthirstiness appeared instinctively.

On one person, how could simplicity exist concurrently with such dark and complex emotions? Therefore, one of them must be a façade.

Watching the fight in the hall becoming fiercer, naturally, Ling Kong’s guards were gaining the upper hand with their overwhelming numbers, but Ye Lu’s desperate style of fighting also cost them dearly, with several getting injured.

"Ye Lu, I command you to stop!" Ye Lu suddenly shouted an order.