Bai Ye looked fearless and analyzed more calmly than usual. Even if she died, she would die with understanding.

"You’re an assassin."

She did not know this man. With the dignity and arrogance of the strong, they often disdained to be secretive; then, there was only one possibility: he was an assassin who took money to work for others.

"Oh, you are really smart. No wonder someone wants to take your life." The assassin’s hoarse voice sounded along with a dark laugh. He did not expect that Bai Ye could guess his identity, so he expressed his appreciation without stinginess.