Why is it that other patients with personality disorders have alternate selves that are even more cruel and extreme than their true nature, yet his is the opposite, so despicable and contemptible?

An immensely powerful assassin, yet his other personality is cowardly, weak, and dependent on others.

How ironic.

"Woman, you’re lucky to have managed to let a king of killers die by your hands," he said, his face indifferent, his tone thick with irony, but with no trace of fear.

Being in this line of work, having killed countless people and controlled the fates of many, he naturally wasn’t afraid of the possibility of one day dying at the hands of another.

Yet, deep inside, he felt agitated, this mission was laughably unfortunate, huh, to think he’d die by the hands of a pregnant woman with no strength.

"I didn’t plan to kill you," Ye Lu said, holding a gun, her beautiful face expressionless, her eyes devoid of murderous intent, as she calmly raised her hand and pressed a switch on the wall.

With a click, the shackles on his hands were unlocked.

He looked at her in utter amazement, his face full of disbelief. After a long while, he narrowed his eyes, his dark, lightless eyes filled with confusion and incomprehension as he stared at Ye Lu as if she were a monster.

"Why didn’t you kill me?"

Ye Lu also looked at him: "You saved me, at the graveyard on the mountain, it was you who broke through and captured Yiren, otherwise, I would have been taken away."

He looked at her even more incredulously, scoffed oddly, and with a disdainful look one gives to a fool, he said:

"Just for such an insignificant reason, it seems you are a disgustingly kind-hearted saint. You’re aware that I am an assassin who approached you with ill intentions, yet you still let me go. You should know by now, I did save you, but not genuinely—it was just to gain your trust. Even so, you still choose to release me?"

"Yes, right, I’ve decided to let you go."

"Haha, you are truly ridiculous and foolish."

His voice was thick with malice and irony, almost to the point of laughter; he lifted his chin and looked down at Ye Lu with a mocking gaze.

He has seen the darkness of society, accustomed to bloodshed and all manners of human nature, and has killed many; he most despises those self-righteous kind-hearted figures, attempting to infect them with their moral righteousness.

Evil is evil; he never felt there was anything wrong with being the villain.

"I say, you must have watched too many movies, thinking using goodness can reform the wicked, releasing us villains, hoping we’ll come to our senses and mend our ways, haha, it’s utterly foolish, laughable even. I’ve been a hitman for so many years and have never come across such a self-righteous saintly mother like you." 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Ye Lu also scoffed, coldly curling her lip: "I never hoped to reform someone like you; if villains were that easily persuaded, then only the good would remain in this world. Don’t get me wrong, I’m no saint. If I had discovered from the start that you were a spy, I wouldn’t have hesitated to kill you."

Ying slightly narrowed his eyes, watching her cold lips move.

"But now, since you saved my life, I’ll pay back that favor. Whatever your motives were, you did save me, prevented me from falling into Yiren’s hands. Nothing else matters, it’s just my principle of how I conduct myself, return favors and seek revenge."

Hearing her cold words devoid of any saintliness, Ying felt somewhat surprised; this woman saw things quite clearly.