Facing the inescapable situation, he did not show any panic or unease.

Ye Lu was utterly surprised that this kind of person could face life and death without fear, so that in even the cruellest and most hopeless situations, he could not be made to falter.

Seemingly aware of Ye Lu’s arrival, he lifted his eyes, looking at her with a hazy gaze that contained neither malice nor mockery, just indifference and a dull expression.

Ye Lu frowned, feeling that something was off.

The two looked at each other for a long time until Ye Lu finally spoke, "Can you tell me who you are?"

The blurry eyes gradually became clear and chilly, "I cannot."

Ye Lu flashed a sarcastic smile, "So it’s cannot, not don’t know? From the beginning, pretending to not know was all fake then. Your acting is quite remarkable. To approach me, you pretended to have amnesia, playing so innocent."

"There’s no harm in deceiving in warfare, since it’s a targeted approach, by any means necessary." He responded nonchalantly, the corners of his mouth curling up with disdain, "If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for having such low defenses, so easily sympathizing with a stranger."

"Indeed, so when you revealed your true face, I also couldn’t muster the anger of being deceived, because it was all my own carelessness. I knew well enough that there are no such coincidences in this world, yet I foolishly believed you."

He looked at her askance, laughing coldly, "Stupid. Women are all emotional Madonnas, overflowing with sympathy, with low vigilance."

"Then you are mistaken, I am not that benevolent, it’s just that your demeanor is very similar to someone else’s, which momentarily stirred my compassion." If it were not for his bearing being strangely similar to Third Young Master Jun, she may not have been so easily fooled into meddling.

His gaze suddenly turned even more sullen.

"I hate it when people say I resemble someone else. I am me; I am unlike anyone else."

"Indeed, so now I won’t think you’re similar to him, because he would never use such despicable methods to deceive me. Are you truly not going to come clean about your origins, about who sent you?"

Ye Lu’s voice grew thoroughly cold.

He snorted indifferently, his eyes darkening, "What, will you personally torture me? No one has come to interrogate me these past few days. So it’s you who plans to personally seek vengeance, pondering how to deal with me, the spy lurking by your side."

"Assassins have their own code, and I think, someone of your caliber would no doubt not reveal any information, regardless of the severity of the torture."

Ye Lu knew well that in this line of work, those who became assassins were definitely strong-willed.

Someone of his high rank would be even less likely to divulge any information about the employer.

"Correct, so what will you do to me? Don’t even hope to get anything out of me."

"With your skills, even if you can’t guess who it is, the person behind the scenes pulling your strings must be no ordinary individual. I’ve seen your moves; you’re a very dangerous person. Leaving someone like you alive will surely become a grave threat."

He lifted his eyes to look at her coldly; the lightless depths of his eyes surged with bloodlust, "So you’re going to kill me?"

"Yes!"

Ye Lu pulled out a gun from within her clothes and pointed it at him.

He looked at her expressionlessly, as if he had expected this all along, but the corners of his mouth revealed a faint hint of mockery, quite subtle.

Over the years, he had accepted countless missions, killed countless people, his hands drenched with blood, never once failing.

This was the first time he had slipped up, and even he had not expected such an accident to occur.