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

Orson wanted to argue, but seeing what Litt said, he didn't know what to say and could only let Litt hold him like this.

After holding each other for about a minute, Li Te finally let go of her hand reluctantly.

"Okay, I'll go make dinner~" It was rare that he didn't have to take care of Mudrick's affairs anymore, so Litt wanted to relax and have a rest.

"Ah..." Orson suddenly thought of something and called out to Litt.

"Well, Lit, I'm not eating at home tonight."

"Eh?" Litt paused when he heard that, then turned back slowly and stared at Orson blankly.

"Why?" Then, her tone suddenly became cold and her expression became gloomy.

"Uh... I have something to take care of." Orson explained. "I might be back late."

"Won't you talk to me?" Lit tilted his head and gave a "kind" smile.

"It's a rather private matter." Orson said this, scratched the back of his head, then apologized and left the dormitory.

"Sorry, Leeteuk, I have to go first. Dinner doesn't have to wait for me."

Having said this, Orson ran out like the wind.

Leeteuk's joyful mood upon returning home suddenly vanished.

She could guess where Orson had gone.

Most likely he went to look for Olivia.

Really, Orson can't even speak clearly and has no idea what he likes.

In the kitchen, Lit picked up a kitchen knife for some reason. She looked at her lifeless pupils reflected on the shiny blade of the knife and smiled softly for some reason.

sound.

Then, she walked towards the direction of Olivia's dormitory.

……

In an ordinary residential building in Saint Laurent City, a thin man opened the door and returned to the room. He was just about to take off his nightgown when he saw a man sitting at the dining table. He shook the red wine glass in his hand and turned to look at the man.

"Hello, Mr. Assassin." The person who spoke was Orson.

"..." The assassin paused, rubbed his eyes, and after confirming that the person sitting at the dining table was Orson, he immediately wanted to escape. However, after a few seconds, he came back obediently.

There were several people standing at the door blocking him, and he couldn't get out at all.

Obviously, Orson came prepared this time.

The assassin also knew that if Orson could capture him, he would definitely capture him a second time.

Thinking of this, he sat directly next to Orson.

"Tell me, why did you come to see me?" the assassin asked.

"Nothing, I just want to chat with you, Mr. Assassin." Orson smiled.

"Chatting?" The assassin sneered, and then said: "You probably just want to know the person standing behind me, right?"

"Since you are so smart, Mr. Assassin, please tell me quickly."

"..." The assassin paused, then said: "If you really want to know, I can tell you, but you have to pay."

"Okay." Orson naturally agreed. If something can be settled with money, then it's not a big deal.

"How much is it? Just name your price."

The assassin stretched out his hand and made a six.

"Sixty thousand gold coins?"

"Six hundred."

"So cheap?" Orson was shocked when he heard the other party's offer. "With such a small amount of money, are you sure you didn't cheat me?"

"believe it or not."

"Well, I happen to have some cash on me," Orson said, taking out a few bills and handing them to the other party. Then he asked, "Can you tell me now?"

"Yes." The assassin nodded. "The man who paid for your life this time is called Lodi. You should have heard of this name. If you look for him later, you will definitely find him."

The assassin has figured it out. If Orson's first meeting with him could be considered a coincidence, then the fact that he is waiting for him at home now is definitely not a coincidence.

Someone must have betrayed the information about the assassination of Orson.

The assassin later thought about it and realized that his employer Lodi was the most suspicious.

Since Rody wants him to die, he won't have an easy time either.

I asked for the six hundred just to give myself a way out, and I was also worried that if I asked for too high a price, Orson would not agree and would become violent towards me, which would be a waste of time.

Orson was not surprised to hear the name Lodi.

Long before, Orson had asked the doctor to help investigate Rody and learned some general information about him.

"Lodi?"

"Yeah." When the assassin saw the expression on Orson's face, he knew that Orson definitely knew this Lodi.

"Okay, I understand." Orson nodded, then stood up, picked up a wine glass, filled it with wine, and placed it in front of him.

"Your mission failed, so you can't get the balance back, right?"

"Yes." The assassin nodded. "Mr. Orson, are you mocking me? That's unnecessary. I will never be able to earn your money in my lifetime."

"No." Orson shook his head. "I'm just saying, Mr. Assassin, do you want to make some extra money while getting the balance back?"

"?" The assassin showed a puzzled expression.

Afterwards, Orson told the man about his plan.

The assassin smiled when he heard Orson's plan.

"Great! I didn't expect that you, Master Orson, would be so dark-hearted."

"This is not called being cruel, this is called being kind. After all, I am helping you." Orson said this with a smile.

"But if I play both sides, my reputation in the underworld will be ruined."

"Reputation is something that nobles have always needed, and what you need is only profit, right? I can provide you with more benefits in the future, as long as you promise to help me."

Orson doesn't mind turning enemies into friends, especially when the enemies don't cause him any harm and bring him greater benefits.

"Then, happy working together."

"Pleasant to work with."

Then, Orson raised his glass and clinked it with the assassin.

Then he drank it all in one gulp.

Seeing his actions, the assassin felt relieved and drank the wine in the glass.

Chapter 105: Is it too smooth?

Evening, Saint Laurent City.

A young man with short flaxen hair was sitting in a pub on the edge of the city, with a glass of beer in front of him, seemingly waiting for someone to arrive.

A few minutes later, a black-haired man walked into the pub and sat next to the young man.

"Mr. Roddy, is that you?"

"Yeah." Rody nodded. "Who are you?"

The black-haired young man rolled up his sleeves and showed Rody the wolf head pattern on his arm.

He was the gatekeeper of the Iron Wolf Mercenary Group.

Seeing this, Luodi immediately understood the young man's identity. He nodded and then asked, "How is the matter going?"

"We have taken people to a warehouse and there is no one there now."

"By the way, why did they send you this time? For such a big business, didn't Mudrick come in person?" Rody said this with a puzzled expression.

"Uh...about this, the mercenary group has bigger things to do recently, so for the tasks that have been completed, they can only send someone with relatively new qualifications like me to do them." The mercenary said this, scratching his head, his tone a little embarrassed.

"By the way, about the balance..."

"I'll pay you after I see the man." Rody stood up. "Take me there now."

"Okay." The mercenary heard this, said nothing, and quickly stood up and led Rody on the way.

The transaction took place in a more remote warehouse. Rody followed the mercenary. For some reason, he always felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

It felt like someone was targeting me.

When he arrived at the warehouse, Roddy immediately saw a man tied up with ropes and wearing a hood in the empty warehouse.

At this moment, another person patted Roddy on the shoulder.

Rody turned around and was almost scared to death.

Isn't this the assassin that he hired to kill people around Orson?

At that time, the task I gave the assassin was to assassinate Orson or someone who was closely related to him. If he could successfully assassinate Orson, he would receive a reward of 300,000 gold coins, but if he assassinated Litt, he would only get 100,000 gold coins.

But he specifically looked for an assassin who had no connection with the Iron Wolf Mercenaries. Why would he appear here now?

"Why are you here?" Lodi frowned as he looked at the assassin. "As far as I remember, you probably don't know anyone from the Iron Wolf Mercenary Group, right?"

"Ah, sorry, I just saw you on the road, so I came to report the progress to you."

The assassin said this with an apologetic expression.

"If you don't want me to have anything to do with them, I'm leaving now."

"It's okay." Rody said, shaking his head. "How is the task assigned to you going?"

The assassin glanced at the mercenaries around Lodi, sorted out his words, and then said, "We are working on it. We found an opportunity recently and we should be able to succeed."

"Then do it as soon as possible. The deposit we give you is not small at all. If you don't mind that little money, there are plenty of people who will do it." Rody said with some displeasure when he heard it.

"I know, I know." The assassin nodded and left the warehouse.

Rody took a look at the two people covered in bags in the middle of the warehouse, and then asked, "Are they Andre and Jenny?"

"Yes." The mercenary nodded. "We have rented this warehouse for a while. The rent costs a lot of money every day. Can you find a time to take these two people away?"

"Really? The rent for this place is so little, not even a fraction of the commission, and you still care about such a small amount of money?" Luodi was a little dissatisfied when he heard it. "Don't worry, we will send someone to take you away later."

Having said this, he walked up to the cloth bag, lifted it up, and took a look at the two people lying inside.

"In order to prevent them from resisting, we used some tricks." The mercenary said this and followed Lodi.

There were beads of sweat dripping from his forehead. If Roddy had not been concentrating on watching the two kidnapped people at the moment, he would probably have noticed something wrong from his expression.

"Not dead, right?" Hearing the mercenary's words, Lodi paused.

etc.

But I didn't expect that when I opened the cloth bag, I would find two dead people inside. That would be too unlucky.

"Of course he's not dead." The mercenary said. "We strictly follow the requirements of the contract. You are all aware of the professionalism of the Iron Wolf Mercenary Group. We have... already cooperated with each other so many times, right?"

"Tsk." Lodi looked at the mercenary with contempt. "The number of times we have cooperated has nothing to do with a newcomer like you. Don't take yourself too seriously. In the past, at least your deputy leader should have received me."

"Ah, sorry sorry."

Then, Roddy opened the cloth bag and took a look at the two middle-aged couple sleeping inside.

When Lodi looked at it carefully, the mercenary was already shaking slightly with nervousness.

After a long time, Rody closed the cloth bag and then looked at the mercenary.

Suddenly a smile appeared.

"Um... sir, what are you...what are you laughing at?"

"You look nervous?"

"Uh..." The mercenary was stunned. Just when he didn't know what to say and was about to look for help in the shadow in the corner of the warehouse, Rody spoke again.