Ever since he had stepped back from the world of assassins, Ye Qiu had not engaged in any killing unless truly compelled, and only then would he resort to ending a life.
He would never lay a hand on children and women; this had always been a principle of his.
Despite the boy running away and revealing his tracks, Ye Qiu knew the vicinity would soon be anything but peaceful.
Ye Qiu returned to the distance, hoisted the unconscious Ye Zi onto his back, and swiftly left the spot.
Just as Ye Qiu had expected, twenty minutes after he left, several figures appeared, searching for his trail.
"He's not here."
The assassins exchanged glances, and soon after, one of them found a shell casing left on the ground. He picked it up and sniffed it by his nose.
"The blood hasn't completely dried yet, continue the chase, we must kill this guy before everyone else does," one of the three leading assassins said indifferently.
