Chen Xuerou was slightly moved by Mo Han's account.
It was the first time she had encountered someone from Mo Han's profession.
In her perception, she had always considered assassins to be a mysterious and legendary occupation.
Now, she realized that every profession had its own difficulties.
"Lin Feng, play your part well this time. If you can help her, do so."
Chen Xuerou felt that Mo Han's return from her misguided path was commendable. As a teacher, she felt it was her duty to help this lost girl.
"I understand. I'll try my best to make it convincing."
Lin Feng smiled. Helping Mo Han escape the Black Rose Killer organization was not a difficult task for him.
Even annihilating the entire Black Rose Killer organization would be as simple as flicking his fingers.
After changing his clothes and getting his hair done, Lin Feng followed Mo Han to a private estate.
The guards at the entrance recognized Mo Han and did not stop them, allowing them to enter.
It was a European-style castle. Upon entering, they were greeted by a grand reception hall.
In a corner of the reception hall stood a wine cabinet and a bar.
It seemed the owner of this place had a great fondness for alcohol, as the wine cabinet was filled with a wide variety of fine wines.
Behind the bar sat a woman as enchanting as a rose.
The woman was dressed in a black and red dress, and her wavy long hair was dyed a seductive grape red.
Her exquisitely beautiful face was devoid of any expression. She held a cigarette, her fiery red lips exuding faint wisps of smoke, and a captivating aura enveloped her entire being.
Without a doubt, she was a stunning beauty.
Like a female vampire, her allure was so captivating it stirred the heart.
Upon seeing the woman, Mo Han dared not show any disrespect. She walked forward respectfully and called out, "Sister Rose, I... I'm back."
The woman glanced at Mo Han, flicked the ash from her cigarette, and then gave a signal to a servant beside her.
The servant immediately handed a stack of documents to Mo Han.
"Mo Han, this is your new mission. Complete it within three days."
Sister Rose remained impassive, like an unyielding queen.
Mo Han pushed the documents back and mustered her courage, saying, "Sister Rose, I... I can't go on this mission."
"Not going on the mission? What do you want to do then?"
Sister Rose let out a cold laugh and extinguished her cigarette.
"I... I plan to leave the organization."
Mo Han dared not look at Sister Rose, lowering her head and speaking softly.
Sister Rose's smile widened. "Mo Han, Mo Han, you should know our rules. I'm very curious who gave you the courage to say such a thing to me!"
"Is it this gentleman?"
Sister Rose had noticed Lin Feng, who had arrived with Mo Han.
"That's right, it's me. Allow me to introduce myself, I am Death. I plan to take Mo Han as my disciple. You won't refuse this favor, will you, Sister Rose?"
Lin Feng chimed in, finding the alluring woman in front of him rather interesting.
"Death, Boss Hu mentioned you to me."
"He's not of sound mind and was deceived by you, but I'm no fool. You claim to be Death, where's your proof?"
Sister Rose appraised Lin Feng with a smile.
Upon hearing this, Mo Han felt a sense of foreboding.
Boss Hu had already coordinated with Sister Rose, which meant Sister Rose had anticipated Lin Feng's impersonation of Death.
Mo Han felt a surge of unease. If they were exposed, both she and Lin Feng would die!
Lin Feng, however, remained unfazed. He smiled and retorted, "Sister Rose, how would you like me to prove it?"
"Simple. Since you are Death, you must often drink fine wines. I'll mix a drink for you. If you can discern its intricacies, I'll acknowledge you."
Sister Rose said, picking up a shaker and mixing several colored wines together. Her fair, jade-like hands moved with grace, like a butterfly flitting through flowers, a beautiful sight.
When the shaker stopped, a glass of deep red wine was poured into a stemmed glass.
"This wine is called 'Heartbreak.' I don't usually serve it to just anyone. Since you claim to be Death, have a taste."
Sister Rose handed the stemmed glass to Lin Feng.
Seeing this, Mo Han subtly tugged at Lin Feng's arm, signaling him not to drink, fearing the wine might be poisoned.
Lin Feng, however, was not worried. If it were poisoned, all the better.
Without a second thought, he took the stemmed glass and took a sip.
"How is it? Does it taste good?"
Sister Rose seriously observed Lin Feng, watching for any change in his expression.
As a result, Lin Feng spat the wine onto the ground. "It's disgusting, the smell is pungent, simply the worst of the worst! Sister Rose, it seems you have no idea how to mix drinks!"
As his words fell, Sister Rose's expression changed slightly.
The servant beside her was terrified.
Mo Han, in particular, was shocked that Lin Feng would spit out the wine and call it trash.
"Lin Feng, what nonsense are you spouting? Sister Rose is a top-notch bartender. Don't speak nonsense if you don't understand!"
"Alright, I admit it, he's not..."
Mo Han was so angry her nose was almost crooked. Just as she was about to confess, Sister Rose waved her hand to interrupt her.
"Continue!"
Sister Rose gestured.
"In this glass of Heartbreak, you used grape essence, vodka, and high-concentration alcohol!"
"If I'm not mistaken, your so-called Heartbreak is about getting yourself drunk with strong alcohol, forgetting love, and living in a stupor."
"Pity, even in heartbreak, love is sweet, not spicy."
"You're too extreme, woman. You've been hurt too deeply by men. You have a story!"
Lin Feng smiled slightly.
Upon hearing this, Sister Rose couldn't help but clap her hands, her smile growing even more pronounced.
"Well said. It seems you truly understand wine, and you also understand love."
"Unfortunately, you are not Death!"
Sister Rose's expression instantly turned stern. She slammed her hand on the table. "Mo Han, how dare you have someone impersonate Death to deceive me? Do you think I'm easily fooled?"
"The thing I hate most in this life is being deceived. Come, take care of these two scoundrels for me!"
Sister Rose's sudden outburst startled Mo Han.
Lin Feng calmly said, "Wait a moment. You, woman, are truly interesting. You say I'm impersonating Death, where's your proof?"
"Even if you've been deceived in love, you shouldn't distrust all men, right?"
"Let me tell you the truth, I am Death, the genuine article!"
Lin Feng's attitude was assertive. He was playing himself, and yet he was being called fake? What a joke!
"You want proof? Very well, I'll let you die knowing why!"
Sister Rose took out a photograph from a drawer beneath the wine cabinet.
She tossed the photograph onto the table.
Lin Feng and Mo Han were both stunned.
The photograph showed an unadorned Lin Feng posing with Sister Rose.
Most importantly, at that time, Lin Feng was a handsome young man of twenty.
"Sister Rose, who is this person?"
Mo Han found it unbelievable, utterly perplexed as to how Lin Feng could have a photo with Sister Rose.
Sister Rose let out a cold snort. "He is the Death you speak of, the scoundrel who deceived my affections!"
"He's Death? But isn't he the guy in front of you?"
Mo Han was even more bewildered.
Lin Feng was also a bit confused. He removed his sunglasses and fake beard, revealing his true face.
"Rose, do we know each other? When did I ever deceive your affections?"
Lin Feng was genuinely perplexed.