Killer in the Coffin

"Hey, hurry up and unlock it!"

Someone at the side of the dance floor saw that Wei Yi still did not unlock the door and could not help but become anxious. He had also opened up the gambling table, and had bought Wei Yi as the winner.

Wei Yi chuckled lightly and turned a deaf ear. He continued to drink his wine as he continued to happily classify the gambling stakes on his phone with the waiter.

"This guy is really cheap!"

"But I have the capital to do so."

Amidst the crowd's anticipation and discussion, time flew by quickly. Not long later, Tom reminded Wei Yiyi in a weird tone, "There are still 20 seconds!"

"This has truly fulfilled an ancient Chinese saying: If the emperor is not in a hurry, then the overseer is." Wei Yi looked at Tom and the people around him before slowly standing up. He walked towards the big lock with Tom's unlocking tool and muttered to himself, "Then this marshal will satisfy your curiosity and see what's called an unlocking genius."

"Tch!" Everyone felt disdain towards Wei Yi's words, but they were full of anticipation to see how he would unlock it.

Since the gambling house had developed to this point, Wei Yi had always been caught off guard and turned the tables on him time and time again. Everyone felt that Wei Yi might really have a unique skill that could unlock the lock within 10 seconds.

"10, 9, 8,..."

By the time the pervert reached the lock, Tom was counting down, each word like a needle.

"Clang!"

Just when everyone thought that Wei Yitao was about to lose, the lock flew open just as Tom was about to announce the news.

"Damn, the lock was almost blown apart by the powder just now. If only someone could pull it open so easily, no wonder this guy is so confident!"

"He's too f * cking cunning. He probably wants to take advantage of us at the last minute. Luckily, his time is too short and no one is interested in making a bet with him. Otherwise, we would really be tricked by him."

Everyone booed. Tom, who was at the side, could no longer use words to describe his resentment and anger.

Just a little bit more, just a little bit more!

He only needed to pull on the lock after the explosion, and the victory this time would be his!

Not to mention how depressed Tom was, it was fine if he lost, but he also wasted a precious minute to show off to Wei Yiyi. He really wanted to smash his own foot with a rock.

If she hadn't made a scene, perhaps Tom would have continued to unlock the door. With another pull, he would have been able to unlock the lock within three minutes.

However, everything was just if, and there weren't that many ifs in this world that could be repeated.

"Hehe, I'm sorry. Ladies and gentlemen, I've won!" Wei Yi grinned, looked at Tom, and smiled evilly. "Isn't it just unlocking the lock? Is it really that difficult?"

"Damn, this is so f * * king depressing!"

The gamblers were also extremely depressed. They started to head to the front row of the bar to get back their cell phones with the waiter who was helping Wei Yiyi clean up the gambling money, then paid the bill and lost the money.

"Waiter, give me another bottle of Lafite!"

Someone grumbled gloomily, unwilling to suffer a loss. He decided to use the free wine to return the money he lost tonight.

For a moment, the hall was in an uproar again. No one cared about what Tom would do, after all, winning or losing was not that important to them.

"You are ruthless!" Tom gritted his teeth and quickly took out his cell phone to give Wei Yi a million dollars, then walked over to the remaining seven locks.

"Thank you, Young Master Tom!" Wei Yi grinned, his heart blooming with joy.

If Wei Yiyi's identity wasn't so special, then with his methods, they would have been able to cheat rich people of some money. The two of them would have been carefree and carefree for the rest of their lives.

But Wei Yi's identity was too sensitive, and his own existence itself was flawed, which limited his freedom. Unless one day the Ashura organization was destroyed and his own life was taken away, he and Wei Yi would be able to get their freedom. At that time, he and Wei Yi could do whatever they wanted.

"Mind your words, my surname is Rickie, not Tom!" Tom sighed, took a deep breath, and continued unlocking the door. He had already made up his mind to ignore the interference of Wei Yiyi and the others even if the sky collapsed.

Nong Xuejia was extremely happy. She faced Julian in front of Russell. Grayson toasted: "Come, Julian, I'll toast you to your husband!"

"Little girl, don't mess around with your wine, otherwise you will have a messy nature after drinking too much." Wei Yiyi suddenly appeared and snatched Nong Xuejia's glass of wine. After exchanging a glance with Julian, he said lovingly, "I'm your real husband. Let's have a drink together."

"Haha, alright." Julian. Grayson turned slightly red and actually had a drink with Wei Yiyi.

Russell really didn't want to pay attention to the movements of Wei Yiyi and company, but he couldn't help but watch them. He was so angry that he wanted to throw away the cup in his hand.

"I'll let you guys be arrogant first!" It's you guys who made my birthday difficult, so don't even think about having a peaceful night! " A vicious light flashed in Russell's eyes, and the conspiracy gradually quelled her anger.

"Hey, Icy Wood, come with me!"

Nong saw that Wei Yi was taking advantage of this opportunity to "implement" the relationship between man and woman with Julian. Grayson danced to the edge of the dance floor, then grabbed one of his arms and pulled it aside.

Julian. Grayson helplessly looked at Wei Yi who was being pulled away by Nong Xue Jia, but he didn't go up to coax him. He was more or less disappointed … After all, Wei Yiyi wasn't someone that a person like her could have.

He had too many things on his mind, perhaps after tonight, her relationship with Nong Xuejia would slowly fade.

"Little girl, although you are my boss, you can't always abuse me. Otherwise, I will resist!" The pervert was pained by Nong Xuejia's pulling, but with the spirit of caring for the fairer sex, he endured the abuse.

If it was the real Wei Yiyi who was here, Nong Xuejia would have already been flung to the side. Wei Yiyi did not care about the pity for the fairer sex.

For an Asura hitman, if it wasn't necessary, no one would be able to injure them, not even a little bit.

"You still know that I'm your boss?" Nong Xue Jia glanced at the surrounding people and angrily said, "What are you looking at? Can't you see that your sister is taking care of her brother?"

The pervert Waterfall sweats, I've only heard of my older brother cleaning up his little sister. It's rare for my younger sister to clean up my older brother, unless my older brother is really too disappointing.

"I'm warning you, no matter what reason you've become so sloppy tonight, you're not allowed to do anything out of line. Otherwise, I'll show you who's boss!" Nong Xuejia threatened in a huff.

"Big Cousin, I seem to have heard this many times tonight. I don't know what I've done that's out of line. Is it because Julian and I love each other … Is this wrong? " The pervert had a thick skin and pretended to not know why Nong Xuejia was always targeting him.

In fact, he had already seen through Nong Xuejia's thoughts. She must have really fallen for Wei Yi- this piece of cold wood. Only that person with low EQ like Wei Yi- did not know.

In other words, Wei Yi simply didn't have any concept of love in his mind, because Asura's instructors never taught their killers to recognize love. Wei Yi only emphasized that people's so-called "feelings" were cumbersome, and if one wanted to be a qualified killer, one had to keep away from women and not trust any feelings, no matter friendship or kinship.

Every Assassin of the Ashura was alone. They never believed in their friendship, because they had always lived in an environment of mutual suspicion. They also didn't believe in love, because they were often lured into deadly traps by the instructors using the allure of the opposite sex.

In the Ashura Assassin training camp, even if some male and female killers had feelings for each other, they would still choose to personally kill the person they liked or keep their distance from that person. Otherwise, once their relationship was discovered, they would have to kill each other or witness the cruel scene of their beloved being tortured to death.

In the subconscious mind of every emotional killer, there was this thought: "If I'm tangled up in all sorts of possibilities, it would be better for me to personally understand the feelings that have yet to develop and to give up on my own thoughts than to watch those I care about die in all kinds of possibilities."