Mated at First Sight
Chapter 174 - 159

Chapter 174: 159

Mu Lin snorted coldly, "But I don’t think I’ve ever shown any signs of being the Poison Doctor in front of you." Even if she had medical skills, that shouldn’t be particularly unusual.

However.

"No, you have," Song Yun denied without hesitation. Looking at Mu Lin’s tightly knitted eyebrows, he calmly stated, "You told me your name."

Name?

These, Mu Lin did not understand, "So what?"

"In fact, you did not hide as deeply as you imagined," said Song Yun. "In the organization I used to be part of, your name was known... as was the identity of the Poison Doctor." That was the first time he found out that the Poison Doctor was a woman, and a girl barely in her teens at that.

"You’ve received assassination orders before, right?" Mu Lin did not deny it.

"That was supposed to be my job." Watching the girl in front of him, Song Yun suddenly felt the unpredictability of the world, as well as the whimsical finger of fate.

Taken aback for a moment, Mu Lin’s casual smile returned, "Then you should probably be grateful that you weren’t among them at the time." Otherwise, there would be no such thing as today.

"Yes, I am grateful." He was glad for his inertia and also grateful he didn’t provoke a terrifying person like Mu Lin; all the assassins sent that time were arguably the best in their organization, yet none came back, which alone gives insight to the terror of the Poison Doctor.

However, no matter what, at this moment Song Yun still couldn’t believe that this clean-cut Mu Lin in front of him could be the ruthless Poison Doctor.

Indeed, appearances can be deceiving.

...

"I want to know why your former organization knew my real name." Apart from her master, no one knew that the Poison Doctor’s name was Mu Lin. How did they come to know it?

Master!

Thinking of Mu Jue, Mu Lin’s pupils contracted. "You, do you know... Mu Jue?"

Song Yun shook his head, "No." He had never come across that name in his orders.

"Where was your former organization located?" Mu Lin asked Song Yun, her voice slightly anxious; she was desperate to know, everything.

"Ming City." Song Yun didn’t know why Mu Lin wanted to know this, but he nevertheless reminded her, "Even though I know you are extremely skilled and your poison technique is potent, I still want to caution you to be careful there; they still haven’t given up... trying to assassinate you." At least until he left that place, Mu Lin was still on their hit list. There were no photos, but her name still stood out clearly.

No one knew that the price Song Yun paid to leave that organization was death; or rather, he came close to dying.

Those people perhaps never imagined that he could claw his way out of hell, and what’s more, he was still active under the same code name as before.

Occasionally, he would steal their business.

At any rate, for Song Yun, their lives were no longer of the utmost importance; that being said, he still wouldn’t let go of any opportunity to survive.

A contradiction, wasn’t it? Even Song Yun himself didn’t know why he continued to live, why he still existed in this filthy world.

...

Mu Lin looked at Song Yun, her expression indifferent.

"Rest assured, I’m not that stupid." She just wanted to know whether her master’s death was related to that organization, and who was the puppet master that caused her master’s death. This was her sole purpose of coming down the mountain.

It seems that she will get her answer once she reaches Ming City.

"I am very satisfied with this trade, so this vial is yours." Mu Lin casually tossed a vial of medicine to Song Yun, "Remember not to get water on the wound, apply it once a day, and the wound should heal within a week at most."

After a pause, she abruptly asked again: "I don’t know if you are in need of any beauty and skin care products to remove scars and maintain the skin, I have those too, if you want, I can give you another as a one-for-one deal." That stuff was precious.

"No need." Song Yun took the medicine vial and said, "Anyway, I owe you one. If there’s anything you need, use the same method on the address I gave you earlier ... I’ll owe you." He didn’t feel that his life was that valueless to be exchanged for one piece of information.

"You can take your time, no need to rush." Mu Lin turned around and left without hesitating.

Looking at Mu Lin’s retreating figure, Song Yun wondered whether she would stand a chance against the people in that organization, assuming she went against them.

For some reason, he found it hard to envision Mu Lin being defeated, after thinking for a long time. Perhaps what he should be concerned about was not Mu Lin, but the people in the organization.

To provoke the Poison Doctor was to provoke the Death God. The name of the Poison Doctor was notorious in the world of assassins, otherwise, no one would dare to undertake that task, no matter how high the rewards were. Even assassins can be afraid of dying; they feared death just like anyone else.

Returning to the tent and lying on the bed, there was no sleepiness left in Mu Lin’s mind; she never thought that her random act of kindness today would lead her to such important information.

Perhaps, Master, this is your way of helping me from beyond, letting me find out the things you didn’t get the chance to tell me.

Very soon, within a month, as soon as the new army camp training ends, I will be able to leave this place; then I’ll make the trip to Ming City and see just how formidable those who like to conspire behind the scenes truly are.