Chapter 0001: Don’t Mess with the World’s Strongest Profession

In the largest guest room of a not-so-luxurious inn, many people stood outside, trembling as they looked inside. Within, the faint silhouette of a frail girl could be seen, constantly wiping the forehead of a person lying on the bed, even repeatedly wiping his bare upper body.

But because of orders, these people dared not approach and could only watch from outside.

"Water! Hot water!"

A slightly trembling yet determined childish voice called out from the brightly lit room. The many inn staff standing at the door immediately rushed out, all looking panicked, with many of their legs shaking.

They couldn’t help but be afraid—if the person lying inside really died, probably none of them would survive! Although usually no one cared much about this young prince who had been sent to the capital as a hostage over a decade ago, he was, after all, the son of the King of Zhen Guo!

The King of Zhen Guo! What kind of existence was that?

The first non-imperial prince in the thousand-year history of the Han Dynasty, the first nine-star prince built upon mountains of corpses! Now, they were still within the territory controlled by the King of Zhen Guo! If this boy really died here... perhaps dozens more heads would be added beneath the king’s throne as a foundation.

Many secretly cursed in their hearts—if only this boy had just stayed in the capital as a hostage, why did he have to come back after more than ten years for ancestral rites? And after the rites, why not hurry back to the capital, but instead stop to rest at their tiny inn just before leaving the king’s territory? Now look what’s happened...

They placed the water at the door, and a thin, malnourished-looking girl of about thirteen or fourteen quickly came over. Her frail body and trembling legs struggled to lift the basin, staggering over to the bedside.

She resumed her mechanical motions, her hands reddened from repeatedly soaking the towel in hot water and wringing it out. Sweat beaded on her forehead, and her already frail, sickly body now looked as if it might collapse at any moment.

But her little face was tense, her delicate brows tightly knit, as she kept repeating the same mechanical action—dipping the towel in hot water, wringing it out, and wiping the young prince on the bed, who looked two or three years older than her.

Yet after she wiped him, his body quickly lost its warmth again. Only when the hot towel passed over did it bring a trace of heat, giving the illusion that he was still alive.

"Get out, all of you get out! Who let you in? Go to the backyard and await orders immediately. Anyone who acts without permission will be killed on the spot." Suddenly, an angry shout came from outside, making the already busy inn staff tremble in fear. Then, several guards entered.

"Dammit, who let you in? Looking for trouble, are you?"

"Are you all deaf? Didn’t you hear Deputy Chief David Bolton's orders?"

After the others were driven out, the man just called Deputy Chief by the guards, David Bolton, stormed into the room. He looked to be just over thirty, with a deliberately scruffy bit of stubble on his pointed chin, and a body that exuded an aura only those at the ninth level of Qi Drawing could possess.

As soon as David Bolton entered, he spotted the little girl by the bed, and a flash of anger appeared in his eyes.

Damn it, this little girl is still here.

"Tommy, why are you still here? Didn’t I tell you before? Hurry up and run. William Carter is already dead. If you don’t run now, the King of Zhen Guo will never spare you. Listen to me, go quickly." Though anger flashed in his eyes, David Bolton immediately put on a nervous, caring expression, rushed over, and tried to pull Tommy out.

"Dep... Deputy Chief, I... I won’t go..." Tommy had no intention of leaving, but though David Bolton spoke with concern and politeness, his actions were anything but—he simply picked Tommy up and started carrying her out.

Let alone the fact that Tommy had never cultivated, even a burly man of a hundred or two hundred pounds would have no chance of resisting in front of David Bolton, a peak ninth-level Qi Drawing expert.

But once outside, David Bolton became more cautious, afraid of being seen by others, so he no longer carried her as before, but half-dragged, half-pulled Tommy away.

"You silly girl, don’t you know what’s good for you? William Carter, that useless young prince, is already dead. Even though it was his own body’s problem, as his personal attendants, we’re bound to suffer as well. If you don’t run now, are you just waiting to die? I’m doing this for your own good..." David Bolton immediately lowered his voice, speaking to Tommy as if he were saving her.

Everyone in this courtyard had already been driven out, but once outside, no one could be allowed to see this scene. He had to make sure the girl left on her own.

"No, the young master isn’t dead... he’s still warm..." Tommy shook her head desperately, struggling with all her might, shouting as hard as she could.

"He stopped breathing last night—he’s been dead for hours. If you don’t want to die, come with me..." David Bolton knew better than anyone—he had checked again and again last night. Not wanting to waste more words, he forcefully dragged Tommy away.