In the luxurious private room, Ning Chengyuan hugged two beauties on either side, his face full of enjoyment.
In the room next door, separated by a door, a bald man similarly embraced two beauties.
This bald man was the assassin nicknamed Rashamon.
Right now, Rashamon was immersed in the pleasures of the moment, not at all resembling an assassin.
Since he had been hired to protect Ning Chengyuan, he naturally had to provide comprehensive protection. Luckily, Ning Chengyuan was quite considerate; after calling for beauties last night, he even called two for Rashamon.
After a night of revelry, Rashamon still had a satisfied smile at the corner of his mouth.
Rashamon loved women, loved alcohol, loved killing—almost entirely disconnected from the word 'monk.'
Especially after joining Yama Hall, it seemed this organization could better satisfy his desires, allowing him to completely unleash his inner violence.
Knock, knock, knock!
