Chapter 612: Chapter 612: 319 Green Luan (Second Watch)

Chapter 612: 319 Green Luan (Second Watch)

Qingqing my ass. Zheng Qing had to resist the urge to throw his coffee in his face. He sat there, arms crossed, slouching in his chair, legs propped up on the table, every inch the picture of a hoodlum.

“I seem to remember the last time you had a gun to my head, you didn’t call me that, my dear Night Hawk.” Zheng Qing’s lips curled in mockery.

The server came over, about to ask the guests what they’d like to drink, when he suddenly froze.

The gentleman said calmly, “A warm glass of water, please.”

The young server, clutching his wildly thumping heart, retreated. He had seen all kinds of men at the coffee shop, but never one like this.

He looked up and realized that the café’s customers had all disappeared without explanation. There had been a few patrons just moments ago.

The café was eerily quiet.

“Getting horny again, these shallow women, huh...”

“Qingqing...”

“Stop, don’t call me Qingqing. No one is allowed to call me that since A Yu died.” Zheng Qing silently added, and Ming Jing.

The name “A Yu” seemed to be a taboo. The moment the words fell, the air was filled with a suffocating silence.

Zheng Qing curled his lips.

“So, what brings the great Night Hawk here to see a ‘dead man’ like me?”

That’s right, she, Zheng Qing, was now a dead person in the system.

It was the organization’s rule: when you were deemed useless, death was your only path.

Just like A Yu had faced in the past.

Having devoted their entire lives to the organization, it was ironic that they had been reduced to nothing. The promise of freedom had always been a cruel joke.

A flash of bloodshot eyes, then a familiar cold smile. As she looked up, her eyes filled with seductive charm.

Paired with her unremarkable face, it was an eerie, awkward sight.

“I spared your life back then, not for you to defy me.”

“Pfft, am I supposed to kowtow to you in gratitude for your mercy? Keep dreaming.” Zheng Qing had had enough of this never-ending, shadowy existence. Face torn, resentful that he had contributed to A Yu’s death. Besides, she trusted Ming Jing to avenge her in the end.

The man placed a baby toy on the table. “Do you recognize this?”

Zheng Qing’s pupils constricted as she suddenly slapped the table and stood up, grabbing the man by his collar. “Dare to touch my son?” she snarled.

The man sat there, unperturbed, a stark contrast to Zheng Qing’s frantic rage.

“Your son is very cute. Don’t worry, he’s fine.”

She tried to negotiate with Night Hawk, asking to complete one last mission for her freedom.

Night Hawk agreed, but she knew that Madam wouldn’t let her go.

Her fate was ultimately, death.

That night in the warehouse, she was already prepared to die. Yet, Night Hawk’s gunshot only hit a passing hare instead.

The price Night Hawk paid for sparing her was to infiltrate Jiangzhou and wait for an opportunity to strike.

So she came to Jiangzhou, changed her name, and kept a low profile, until she met Ming Jing, a girl who eerily resembled A Yu. Through her, Zheng Qing gradually learned about A Yu’s cause of death.

Clues finally pointed to Ran Bowen of the Qinglong Association... Which should be the reason why Night Hawk had her go undercover in Jiangzhou. She just didn’t know what Night Hawk’s ultimate plan was, whether Ming Jing was a pawn in his game or just an unexpected coincidence.

What exactly did this coincidence have to do with A Yu’s death?

The more Zheng Qing thought about it, the more confused she became. Her mind turned into a mess. Night Hawk was right – ever since she became pregnant, her mind had been getting more and more muddled.

“Madam doesn’t know about your existence,” Night Hawk spoke plainly.

Zheng Qing raised an eyebrow: “Interesting, so you’re not exactly loyal to Madam.”

No wonder he dared to spare her life.

The man neither agreed nor disagreed. “I know you still blame me for A Yu’s death. Some things, you’ll know eventually.”

“I want to know now, did you kill A Yu or not?”

The man looked pained, his jaw tense, showing his inner turmoil.

“Pfft. Pretending now? Even if you didn’t kill A Yu yourself, you must have given the order.”

After a while, the man took a folded piece of paper from his coat pocket and pushed it in front of her: “Same old rules, burn it after you read it. This is the final ultimate mission. If you complete it, I will personally hand you the passports for you and your son.” With that, the man stood up and left.

“What about Xue An? I want his life.”

“He’s already dead.”

Without stopping, the man left.

As Zheng Qing’s mind raced, she suddenly got up, “Wait, that woman just now... she...”

The man had already pushed open the door of the café, his tall figure disappearing into the rain.

Zheng Qing murmured, “So she was also your pawn...”

She unfolded the paper in her hand, gave it a glance, and took out a lighter from her pocket.

The flame burned brightly, quickly turning the paper to ashes.

“I’ll bet with you one last time,” she said.