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

After Orson said this, Lite felt relieved. Then, she asked: "Well, Orson, have you found out who did it?"

"I haven't found out about this yet, but there should be results soon..." Orson said, touching Li Te's head and comforting her. "It doesn't matter, I will definitely help you find the mastermind behind it."

"Orson..." At this time, Li Te suddenly said: "As for the investigation of the mastermind behind the scenes, can you leave it to me?"

"Li Teuk, are you personally responsible for this matter? Yes, yes, but..."

"It doesn't matter. I am no longer the Lite who always needed your protection, Orson. In other words, I don't want to be the Lite who is always protected by you." Lite said this, barely showing a smile.

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

"I've also figured it out. If I keep relying on you, Orson, I won't be able to meet your expectations of me, Orson." After saying this, Lite smiled. "It's a pity that I can't always be by Orson's side..."

But the temporary separation now is to be together forever in the future.

Leeteuk thought so in his heart.

"Okay." When Orson heard this, although he was a little worried, he still nodded. "Since this is your idea, Lite, then I, as an older brother, will definitely support you."

"Well..." Li Te looked at Orson with a pouted mouth after hearing this. "Orson, you clearly know that I would be happier if you said this in another identity."

"I can't help it. After all, I still regard you as my brother...ah, now you are my sister." Orson said this and smiled.

The conversation between the two started out awkward and heavy, but in the end, it ended in relaxation and joy.

…

At noon the next day, Orson did not go to the student union with Olivia as usual today. Instead, he asked for leave 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 across from him.

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

"It's been a long time indeed. I still arranged a big guy for me when I went on a mission. It's really yours." The doctor said this and also smiled.

Orson didn't know his real name. He only knew that the man in front of him was about the same age as him, or at most a few years older than him. He was born in what is now Antica during the war years.

"What do you mean, have you found any information?" Orson said, looking at the doctor sitting opposite.

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

"Iron Wolf Mercenary Group?" Oson nodded after hearing this. "I seem to have heard about this mercenary group in the Adventurers Association. Although it is small in size, it is mainly composed of elite combatants. It is considered to be a group that specializes in doing dirty work for nobles and making money from the rich.

That batch. "

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

"The person in question is the client behind the mercenary group, right?" Orson said, narrowing his eyes.

"Yes." The doctor nodded. "According to my investigation, the person behind the mercenary group seems to have a relatively small background."

"In the city of Saint Laurent, there is an agent called the 'Killing Angel'. This is also an intermediary agent."

"Then, if you want to investigate, you have to look into this 'Killing Angel'?"

Orson said this with a thoughtful expression on his face.

"That's right." The doctor nodded. "I can also give you some ideas about this person. For example, if you give the same commission next time, just ask him out to meet him. Wouldn't that be enough?"

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

"I don't know if he can. Anyway, I'm just providing you with a plan. I can't guarantee whether it's feasible or not."

"Okay." When Orson heard this, he had no choice but to nod. "Then don't mention anything else and 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 could be so well-dressed and glamorous."

"Haha, I'm just here to see you, otherwise I would be very casual." The doctor said this, as if he was a little drunk, and hugged Orson's shoulder.

Afterwards, the two of them walked down the street until they turned into a small alley.

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

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

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

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

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

It wasn't until they reached this remote, deserted alley that Orson and the doctor decided to take action.

"Didn't anyone tell you about my strength, Orson? How dare you come after me?" Orson said, pointing to a strong man who had just woken up, and spoke.

"Yes... sorry, Master Orsen, we are really blind and don't know the real man. Really, please bypass us. We have old people and children..." As he said this, the strong man bowed to Orsen.

"Whether I will forgive you or not does not depend on me, but on your attitude of admitting your mistakes." Orsen said this, standing by the alley, motioning the doctor beside him to start.

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

"You don't want to lose any organs, right? Then tell us who asked you to track us?"

"..."The strong man looked at the scalpel close at hand, swallowed his saliva, and trembled all over.

"Big, big sir, please don't remember the villain's fault, bypass us, we really dare not say it, if we say it, we will die after we go back."

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

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

The doctor took out the rag only when sweat appeared on the strong man's forehead and his eyes were wide open with fear.

"You may die after going back, or you will live a life worse than death here. You choose one." The doctor said this, as if immersed in a game called abuse.

"Don't ask, I sent it." At this moment, a figure suddenly appeared at the entrance of the alley.

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

It seems that in order to conceal his identity, in addition to using the cloak to cover his entire body without revealing any skin, the other party also used the magic of virtual vocal cords to make a voice that was not like a normal person's male or female.

What puzzled Orson was not the way the other party concealed his identity, but the cloak, which made him feel like a living thing at all.

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

Orson frowned, and then said: "Since you choose to meet someone, you don't even send your true body. Isn't this way too disrespectful to others?"

"Mr. Orson, please understand us. In this line of work, once you show your true face to others, you are not far from death."

"Well, since you took the initiative to find us, you must know what we want to do with you, right, 'Killing Angel'?"

"Oh my, I didn't expect it. 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 mercenaries. It seems that I overestimated them before."

"Don't talk 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 body."

"Okay, then, at 58 Oak Street, Orchid Tavern, tell the name of the angel, they will let you see me."

"As for the safety issue, you can rest assured. I think it's me who should worry about safety when I'm alone with Master Orson."

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

"You can deal with them, Master Orson." The cloak laughed hoarsely. "People in our line of work have long put their heads on their belts."

"Besides, a few minions can make Master Orson meet me, but it's what I want."

"Hehe." Orson snorted coldly, and then looked at the doctor behind him. "Doctor, you can deal with these people."

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

Then, he looked at the sturdy man who was still awake and asked the 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 answering, 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.

Thinking so, Orson ignored the sound of the knife cutting through flesh and blood behind him and walked out of the alley.

…

As a relatively remote street in Saint Laurent City, Oak Street is already the border between residential areas and slums.

On one side of Oak Street is a small slum with a large number of residents, while on the other side of Oak Street is a relatively decent area where the real citizens of the Imperial City live.

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

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

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

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

"Angel." Orson said.

The waiter was stunned when he heard it, and then showed a knowing smile.

"I know, sir, please follow me." With that, 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 staircase on the third floor and left.

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

After seeing Orson, she also bowed politely to Orson, and then took Orson to the door of the private room, opened the door of the private room, and motioned Orson to enter.

Orson remained alert the entire time.

When he was on the first floor, Orson didn't feel anything. When he went to the second floor, he saw that most of the bartenders and waiters working here were at the fourth level. When Orson came to the third floor, he saw that The half-orc girl hesitated for half a second at the stairs.

In his perception, the aura of the half-orc girl was no weaker than his own.

The opponent is at least level seven.

It seems that this time, I really encountered a ruthless character.

With this thought, Orson walked into the box.

In the private room, the same cloaked man who had just appeared at the entrance of the alley was sitting on a chair.

Because he was blocked by the table, he couldn't see the other person's lower body.

But this time, Orson could clearly feel that the other party was a real person, not a ball of clothes driven by magic.

With this thought, Orson sat on the sofa.

"First meeting, Mr. Orson." The cloaked man said. "I am the 'Killing Angel' you are looking for."

Of course, the other party's voice was still processed by magic, making it impossible to distinguish it.

"although

Although I really want to show my true colors to others, but as I just said, we in this industry cannot do this, which is really a pity. "

"Okay." Orson nodded. "I can understand you, so please answer one of my questions."

"I want to ask who entrusted me to arrange for someone to kidnap Mr. Lee Teuk's adoptive parents, right?"

"Since you know, then I don't want to ask anymore, just tell me." Orson said, a seventh-level man stood outside the door, and the cloaked man in front of him couldn't tell his strength. He didn't want to be here. Stay longer.

"Don't worry, Mr. Osun." The killing angel said.

"Compared to these questions, do you know why I invited you here?"

"I don't know, and I don't want to know." Orson shook his head.

"We agents are also known as the black gloves of the nobles."

"It's different from the subordinates of the nobles who are called white gloves. They also do dirty work for the nobles, but their subordinates only do some work that is on the table, and we mainly do things hidden in the dark. manual labor."

"We are very good at things like assassinations and kidnappings."

"That's why we call ourselves the black gloves of the nobility."

"Why are you telling me this?" Orson frowned upon hearing this.

"I want to say, Mr. Osun, if you need anything, you can come to me directly. There is no need to cultivate a similar organization yourself."

When the other party said this, Orson couldn't help but widen his eyes.

"I don't remember telling anyone about this." Orson said, his tone becoming serious.