Chapter 412: Chapter 410: My Idol is the Night Emperor
Qin Hao and Zhao Mengke completely ignored Hou Qi, who stood dumbfounded beside his Ferrari, momentarily questioning his life. He could only watch Qin Hao and Zhao Mengke’s backs with a look of melancholy and frustration.
Time slowly passed.
The sunset at the horizon gradually faded away, and the night was slowly approaching.
Qin Hao and Zhao Mengke, hand in hand, returned to the villa. As they reached the villa’s entrance, Qin Hao frowned slightly, glanced to the side, and then a strange smile crept onto his lips, but he made no moves as he nonchalantly entered the villa.
At this moment, a slender and delicate figure slightly turned, gazing thoughtfully at the villa where Qin Hao lived, and then concealed themselves again.
Time quickly turned to night, and the night deepened.
After finishing his shower and wrapping himself in a towel, Qin Hao returned to his bedroom. As he leisurely lay on his bed, drying his hair, he opened his computer, ready to casually check the news on the Black Rose Forum.
However, at that moment, a gentle breeze blew from outside, causing the curtains to sway lightly. Qin Hao paused his hair-drying, waited for a second, then a playful glint flashed in his eyes as he immediately got up to draw the curtains.
This time, Qin Hao not only closed the curtains but also shut the window tightly. He then turned around, casually changed into a pair of shorts, and bent down, directly pulling someone out from under the bed.
As he bent down, the person still struggled with a dagger, but to Qin Hao, this struggle seemed as ridiculous as child’s play.
"Ah, let me go..."
A girl shouted in surprise and anger, unable to believe that she had silently sneaked into the villa, thinking she could remain undetected, yet this man had already discovered her?
Qin Hao effortlessly restrained the girl, dragging her out and then throwing her onto the bed.
"Tut-tut, is it because I saw you naked before that you couldn’t stop thinking about it and came to my room to serve me?"
The person Qin Hao pulled out was none other than the amateur assassin, Butterfly, who had tried to kill him before.
Thrust onto the bed by Qin Hao and recalling how he had locked the doors and windows, Butterfly turned pale with fright, hurriedly covering her chest, and asked, "You! What do you want to do?"
Qin Hao paused, looking helplessly at her, and said, "Shouldn’t I be the one asking you that? Here you are, hiding under my bed in the middle of the night, asking me what I’m doing?"
Butterfly immediately retorted arrogantly, "I’m here to kill you; I just had bad luck this time, getting caught early!"
"Coming to kill me again? Wasn’t being humiliated by me earlier not enough?"
Qin Hao, with a sneer on his lips, looked at her with his arms folded.
Butterfly’s face flushed at his words, yet she persisted, saying, "Exactly because of that, I must kill you! You shameless rogue, you saw me naked! My mentor said that my body can only be seen by my future husband; any other man who sees it must be killed!"
Qin Hao yawned out of boredom and then said, "That storyline is really outdated. I suggest your mentor should make you wear a mask; whoever sees your face should marry you. Isn’t that better?"
Not only did Butterfly not detect Qin Hao’s sarcasm, but she also seriously pondered and then said, "Hmm, my mentor did mention that, but I’m an assassin, and it’s inconvenient to act with something covering my face."
Qin Hao fell silent with annoyance, patting his forehead in frustration over dealing with such a naive fool. It was truly bothersome.
Immediately, he said irritably, "Young lady, you’re adorably stupid! Did you forget everything I told you before? Now you’re in my hands again. Should I sell you to Thailand or directly to Eastern Europe? Those places love female slaves!"
Upon hearing this, Butterfly’s face paled slightly, but she quickly responded, "Don’t you dare! I’ve told you before, I have poison hidden on me. If you dare to harm me, I’ll take the poison and commit suicide immediately!"
Qin Hao shrugged, then swiftly pinched her mouth, his fingers grasping her jaw to prevent her from closing her mouth.
Next, he gently inserted two fingers into Butterfly’s mouth, retrieving a small white capsule from under her back molars.
This capsule contained highly toxic cyanide, something most assassins prepare. If their assassination failed and they faced capture, they’d bite this capsule and poison themselves.
After all, for an assassin, death is a luxury, especially when facing capture.
Enduring inhuman torture and torment, no matter how strong, no one could withstand it.
Qin Hao removed the capsule and casually tossed it into the trash. Then he let go and looked at her with amusement, saying, "Now, how do you plan to die?"
With her last resort removed, Butterfly began trembling slightly in fear, and her face turned ashen. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she burst into tears.
"Boohoo, you bully me, boohoo, I’m done playing! Let me go, let me go! Boohoo!"
Qin Hao was utterly speechless at this.
What the hell?
Is this even an assassin?
You’re really something.
Qin Hao rubbed his temples, feeling exasperated at the currently low standard of the Assassin Realm. Are they all this stupidly cute? The future of the Assassin Realm seems bleak....
"You’re done playing? You come out with a knife for my life, and say you’re done when it doesn’t suit you? It’s true; the more naive, the more merciless, that’s how it is."
Seeing Butterfly’s heartbroken sobbing, Qin Hao pinned her down swiftly and flipped her over, delivering a series of hard spanks to her round bottom.
Qin Hao didn’t hold back with these spanks, and after a few, Butterfly’s behind swelled noticeably. Her black leggings had already tightly wrapped around her small behind’s contour, and now it only got tighter.
"This is what happens when you’re naughty, disobedient. Come back again, and I’ll pull your pants down for a good spanking!"
As he spanked her, Qin Hao scolded her firmly, and Butterfly cried even louder, begging for mercy:
"Boohoo!! I was wrong, let me go! It hurts, boohoo!!"
"I just wanted to be like my idol, let me go! I want to go home!"
Qin Hao tossed her to the side and then curiously asked, "Your idol? Who’s your idol that makes you so keen on being an assassin?"
Butterfly, rubbing her swollen behind with grievance and wiping her tears, finally said, "My idol is the greatest assassin in the world. My dream is to be like him, someone the world admires and worships."
"The greatest assassin in the world?"
Qin Hao repeated, a strange feeling arising in his heart.
As soon as he asked, Butterfly replied proudly:
"Of course, my idol is the King of the Night, Night Emperor!"
"How about that, isn’t that amazing?"