My villain wants to save himself, but the yandere heroine disagrees

"Okay." Orson nodded after hearing this.

Then he stretched out his little finger and hooked it with Lit's fingers.

After the two of them hooked their fingers for a few seconds, Litt let go and looked at Orson.

"By the way, Orson, I have a question..."

"Huh?" Orson looked puzzled when he heard this.

"You should have known that I was a girl before? When did you know?"

"Huh? Can you see that?" Orson was a little surprised.

"Yeah." Lit nodded. "After all, when I took the initiative to talk to Orson about my gender, Orson didn't look surprised at all."

“It felt to me like they knew it in advance and were waiting for me to reveal my true colors.”

Li Te is a smart girl. After experiencing so many big events for her, she can still analyze these things calmly.

"Okay, Litt, you guessed it right." Orson said this and simply revealed his cards.

It just so happened that the cause of this incident was related to the Andre couple, and he was just about to report the Andre couple's affairs to Litt.

"The reason I know this is because Virgil told me." Orson said this and told him all the details that Virgil reported to him.

"Of course, in order to protect your privacy, I asked Virgil not to tell anyone. You can rest assured that Virgil is absolutely loyal to me. If I don't let him tell, he will definitely keep his mouth shut."

"Is that so..." Li Te nodded. "Well, Orson, don't tell anyone else that I'm a girl."

"Of course you can, but, Litt, can you tell me why?" Orson looked at Litt with some confusion, and then asked.

"Hmm..." Li Te thought for a moment, then said, "Because, at the beginning, when Butler Albert came to my house, he also treated me as a boy."

"Even though I look like a girl from every angle, he still thinks so."

"Orson, don't you think this is a little weird?"

"You said that... it seems to be true..." Orson nodded after hearing that. "The rumors I heard from the residents back then were all from Duke Lucius during the war.

Lost a son.”

"You and father are indeed related by blood. This has been tested. Then why..."

"So, Orson, don't tell anyone about this for now. I think there may be some hidden secrets..."

"Okay." After hearing this, Orson took it seriously and his tone became much more serious.

Then he said, "Lite, your parents in the countryside, Mr. and Mrs. Andre, were kidnapped at home before."

When Lit heard this, he showed a look of surprise, and then looked at Orson nervously.

"But don't worry. All those who plotted against them have been killed. They are in good health now. I have also assigned people to take turns to look after them to prevent others from targeting them."

After Orson said this, Litt's heart finally settled down. Then, she asked, "So, Orson, have you found out who did it?"

"I haven't found out yet, but there should be results soon..." Orson said, patting Lit's head to comfort her. "It's okay, I will definitely help you find the mastermind behind this."

"Orson..." At this time, Litt suddenly said, "Can you leave the investigation of the mastermind to me?"

"Leet, are you going to take charge of this matter yourself? Of course you can, but..."

"It's okay. I'm no longer the Litt who always needed your protection, Orson. Or rather, I don't want to be the Litt who always needs your protection." Litt said this, forcing a smile.

"Orson, you said before that you wanted me to be more independent, right?"

"I've figured it out. If I keep relying on you, Orson, I won't be able to meet your expectations of me." Leete smiled. "It's a pity that I can't always be with Orson..."

But our temporary separation now is for the purpose of being together forever in the future.

Leeteuk thought so in his heart.

"Okay." Orson nodded after hearing this, although he was a little worried. "Since this is your idea, Li Te, then as your brother, I will definitely support you."

"Hmm..." Li Te pouted and looked at Orson. "Orson, you know I would be happier if you said this in another identity."

"There's nothing I can do. After all, I still always treat you as my brother...ah, now you're my sister." Orson said this with a smile.

The conversation between the two started out awkward and heavy, but ended in a light-hearted and joyful way.

……

The next day at noon, Orson did not go to the Student Union with Olivia as usual, but took a leave of absence and came outside the school.

Arriving at a high-end restaurant, Orson immediately saw a man with short blond hair and a white suit. Orson walked over with a smile and sat opposite him.

"Long time no see, doctor." Orson spoke first.

"It's been a long time since we last met. You still assigned a big one to me when I went on a mission. You're amazing." The doctor said this with a smile.

Orson didn't know his real name, he only knew that the man in front of him was about the same age as him, at most a few years older than him, and they were both born in the current Antica region during the war years.

"Well, have you found any information?" Orson said, looking at the doctor sitting opposite him.

"The Iron Wolf Mercenary Group, the client of this operation." The doctor took a sip of tea and then spoke.

"Iron Wolf Mercenary Group?" Orson nodded after hearing this. "I think I've heard of this mercenary group in the Adventurer's Association. Although it's small in scale, it's mainly composed of elite fighters. They specialize in taking dirty jobs for nobles and making money from the rich."

"Yes." The doctor nodded. "There is nothing wrong with the mercenary group itself. They will do things for money and are not afraid of offending people. As long as you pay enough money, they can kill your original employer for you."

"The one with the problem is the client behind the mercenary group, right?" Orson said this, narrowing his eyes.

"Yes." The doctor nodded. "According to my investigation, the people behind the mercenary group seem to be quite powerful."

"In Saint Laurent City, there is an agent called 'Angel of Slaughter', who is also an intermediary agent."

"So, if we want to investigate, we have to start with this 'Angel of Death'?"

As Orson said this, a thoughtful expression appeared on his face.

"That's right." The doctor nodded. "I can also give you some ideas about this person. For example, if you have the same commission next time, you can ask him to come out and meet him, right?"

"Do you think the other party will leak the customer's privacy?

Are you going?" Orson asked.

"I don't know if he will, anyway, I'm just providing you with a plan, I can't guarantee whether it will work."

"Okay." Hearing this, Orson nodded. "Then let's not talk about anything else. Let's eat first."

After lunch, Orson stood at the door of the restaurant and looked at the doctor.

"It's hard to imagine that someone like you can actually dress so respectably and beautifully."

"Haha, I came here just to see you, otherwise I would be very casual." The doctor said this, seeming a little drunk, and put his arm around Orson's shoulders.

Then, the two of them walked on the street until they turned into a small alley.

It was at this point that Orson and the doctor stopped.

"Now that you're here, why don't you come in and talk for a while before leaving?" Orson said.

Several strong men standing at the entrance of the alley realized that they had been discovered and hurriedly prepared to run back. However, before they had taken a few steps, Orson appeared in front of them like a ghost.

"I just told you, don't leave in such a hurry." He looked at the strong men with a smile, then knocked them unconscious and threw them into the alley.

Just now when they were having dinner, Orson and the doctor felt that someone was watching them, so when they came out of the restaurant, they both pretended to be drunk.

It was not until they reached this remote, deserted alley that Orson and the doctor decided to take action.

"Has no one told you about my strength, Orson? How dare you track me down?" Orson said this, pointing at a burly man who had just woken up, and spoke.

"Yes... I'm sorry, Master Orson, we are really blind and don't recognize a great man. Really, please go around us, we have elderly parents and young children to take care of..." As he said this, the sturdy man bowed to Orson.

"Whether I forgive you or not does not depend on me, but on your attitude of admitting your mistakes." Orson said this, standing by the alley and signaling the doctor beside him to take action.

The doctor smiled, took out a scalpel from his suit pocket, and looked at the burly man in front of him with a smile.

"You don't want to lose any organs, do you? Then tell us who asked you to follow us."

“…” The sturdy man looked at the scalpel that was so close to him, swallowed his saliva, and trembled uncontrollably.

"Sir, please forgive us. We dare not say anything. If we say anything, we will die if we go back."

As soon as the strong man finished speaking, the doctor inserted the scalpel into his thigh.

Just as the strong man was about to scream in pain, the doctor picked up a piece of rag from the ground and stuffed it into his mouth.

It was not until sweat appeared on the strong man's forehead and his eyes were wide open with fear that the doctor took out the cloth strip.

"You may die if you go back, or live a life worse than death here. You have to choose one." The doctor said this as if he was immersed in a game called abuse.

"No need to ask, I sent you." At this moment, a figure suddenly appeared at the entrance of the alley.

"Oh? A small shrimp attracted the big fish?" Orson said this and looked at the figure covered by a cloak at the entrance of the alley. Then he narrowed his eyes.

As if to conceal his identity, in addition to covering his entire body with a cloak without revealing any skin, the other party also used the magic of virtual vocal cords to make a voice that was indistinguishable between male and female that did not sound like a normal person.

What puzzled Orson was not the way the other party concealed his identity, but the cloak. It gave him the feeling that it didn't look like a living thing at all.

"Haha, after all, I have long wanted to meet the legendary Mr. Orson." Such a voice continued to come from under the cloak.

Orson frowned, and then said, "Since you chose to meet with someone, but didn't even send your real body out, isn't this way too disrespectful to others?"

"Master Orson, please be considerate of us. For those in this line of work, once their true identity is revealed, they are doomed to die."

"Well, since you took the initiative to find us, you must know why we want to find you, right, 'Angel of Death'?"

"Oh my, I didn't expect that. Although I knew that the Iron Wolf Mercenary Group would definitely fail, I didn't expect that they couldn't even achieve the most basic qualities of a mercenary. It seems that I overestimated them before."

"Stop talking about these nonsense." Orson frowned. "This is not a place to talk, right? Since you want to find me, give me the address and I'll go meet your real self."

"Okay, then, go to 58 Oak Street, Orchid Tavern, tell the angel's name, and they will let you see me."

"Regarding the issue of safety, you can rest assured. I think the

I am the one who has to worry about my safety when I am alone."

"Okay." Orson nodded, and then looked at the people behind him. "Where are those people?"

"It's up to you, Master Orson." The cloak let out a hoarse laugh. "For those of us in this line of work, we've already put our heads on our belts."

"Besides, a few minions can allow you and me to meet, Master Orsen, which is something I would love to have."

"Heh." Orson snorted coldly, then looked at the doctor behind him. "Doctor, you can do whatever you want with these people."

"Okay." The doctor smiled happily when he heard that.

Then, he looked at the burly man who was still awake and asked the same question he had asked the masked man before.

"Have you ever killed anyone? How many people have you killed? Do you think those people deserved to be killed?"

On the other side, after replying, the cloak seemed to lose its support and fell to the ground in an instant.

Sure enough, just as Orson guessed, there was nothing inside the cloak.

Orson thought so, ignoring the sound of the knife cutting through flesh behind him, and walked out of the alley.

……

As a relatively remote street in Saint Laurent City, Oak Street is considered the boundary between the residential area and the slums.

On one side of Oak Street is a small but large-scale slum, while on the other side is a relatively decent area where the real citizens of the imperial city live.

Oak Street is the boundary street that divides the two areas.

As a tavern that serves both ordinary residents and the poor, the Youlan Tavern has the characteristics of advanced facilities but low quality of its drinkers.

Of course, once you pay the ticket price and come to the second floor of the Youlan Tavern, the environment will be much more elegant.

Orson came to the door. The waiter looked at the decorations on Orson and bowed respectfully to him.

"Angel." Orson said.

The waiter was stunned when he heard this, and then he smiled knowingly.

"I understand. Sir, please follow me." As he said this, the waiter led Orson to the third floor.

There was only one large private room on the third floor. The waiter led Orson to the stairs on the third floor and then left.

At the stairs on the third floor, a half-orc girl with orange hair and cat ears was waiting for him respectfully.

After seeing Orson, she bowed politely to him, then took Orson to the door of the box, opened the door, and motioned for Orson to come in.