Chapter 63: Its You!
Walking through the passage lined with a crimson carpet, everything before Yang Haoran's eyes dazzled him.
It was a lavishly decorated hall, with various majestic furnishings that left Yang Haoran somewhat overwhelmed. Though he didn't recognize the brands of these furnishings, judging from their colors, they must have been quite valuable.
It was hard to imagine that walking from a dilapidated house into a rock wall would lead to such a luxurious hall. Over the years, Yang Haoran had visited a few wealthy households in his capacity as a swindler, but the difference in decor between those homes and the hall before him was like night and day.
In the hall, aside from Yang Haoran, several people had already arrived. Some were sitting on sofas smoking, while others were pouring themselves fine spirits from the liquor cabinet.
Among these people, Yang Haoran recognized some of them. They were dressed in black robes, temple priests from the South Lake Death God Temple. There were also two individuals similarly dressed in Death God Temple robes, whom he didn't recognize. They seemed to be temple priests from other Death God Temples within the Lecheng region.
Yang Haoran's appearance caught the attention of these temple priests. When they saw it was Yang Haoran, a smile immediately appeared on the faces of the temple priests from the South Lake Death God Temple.
"Xiao Yang, come over here quickly and take a seat," one of the temple priests beckoned to Yang Haoran with a smile.
Yang Haoran, wearing a smile, nodded and walked towards the person.
Upon reaching the person, he didn't immediately sit down casually. Instead, he took out cigarettes and offered them to the others one by one.
"Heh, these cigarettes are a bit lacking, please excuse me," Yang Haoran said apologetically as he distributed the cigarettes.
"Not at all, we're all family here, no need to be so polite. Come, sit down quickly."
The temple priest who welcomed Yang Haoran accepted the cigarette and spoke, shifting his position to indicate for Yang Haoran to sit.
Although they were all part of the Night Watch, Yang Haoran appeared extremely courteous in front of these temple priests. His behavior was deliberate; he knew the reasons behind it.
Every circle has its own rules. If a newcomer stands out too much, it's definitely not a good thing and could even lead to unnecessary trouble. Being polite and humble, lowering one's posture as much as possible, is the key to fitting into such circles quickly and effectively.
Yang Haoran had wandered outside for over a decade, encountering all sorts of people and situations, experiencing arrogance, ostentation, foolishness, and enduring many setbacks. These experiences gradually smoothed his rough edges and taught him to be discreet, humble, and how to adapt quickly to a circle.
"Xiao Yang, let me introduce you to..."
One of the temple priests began introducing Yang Haoran. Since there were two temple priests among them whom Yang Haoran didn't know, the temple priests from the South Lake Death God Temple, with a favorable impression of Yang Haoran, took the initiative to introduce them without waiting for Yang Haoran to ask.
Each time someone was introduced, Yang Haoran would stand up and bow, showing great courtesy. This attitude naturally left a good impression on the two individuals.Rêạd new chapters at novelhall.com
At first glance, everything seemed fine. But upon closer inspection, the smile on his face froze.
Seeing Yang Haoran's expression, the nearby Night Watch member smirked knowingly, teasing, "Isn't she beautiful? I wasn't lying, was I? Even I was taken aback the first time I saw her beauty. Her looks and figure are impeccable, but her temper leaves much to be desired."
From the Night Watch member's words, it seemed that Yang Haoran's expression had frozen because he was stunned by the woman's beauty.
However, reality was quite different!
Indeed, the woman was stunningly beautiful, with delicate features, a lovely face, flawless skin, and an impeccable figure. But what shocked Yang Haoran wasn't her appearance; it was that he recognized her!
To be precise, he couldn't say he knew her; he had only seen her before, twice, with the most recent encounter being last night. Though they had only exchanged a few words each time, each word had struck a chord deep within him.
Before last night, they had met once outside the hospital's morgue. Again, despite exchanging only a few words, each one had been piercing.
Yang Haoran had never imagined that the other Night Watch member fighting guerrilla-style alongside him would be this woman!
He felt like the air suddenly became still. At this moment, Yang Haoran felt completely lost. This woman's face, which he found extremely unpleasant, left him speechless for a moment.
No, he didn't despise her face; he despised her arrogance, her disdainful expression, and her personality.
Just as the Night Watch member had said, although she was beautiful, her temper was notoriously bad. Yang Haoran didn't need anyone to tell him; he had experienced it firsthand.
The Night Watch members, with their heightened senses, probably felt something when Yang Haoran kept staring at the woman. She seemed to sense something too; her displeasure was evident as she furrowed her brow and glanced towards Yang Haoran's direction.
Undoubtedly, when her gaze fell upon Yang Haoran, her reaction mirrored his initial shock!
After the momentary surprise, the woman regained her composure, but her brow furrowed even more tightly, and her expression became rather unpleasant.
"Freak! It's you!"
Upon hearing this, the other Night Watch members were momentarily stunned, glancing between Yang Haoran and the woman.
From the expressions of Yang Haoran and the woman, it seemed they knew each other. But being both part of the Night Watch and non-temple priest Night Watch members, their acquaintance seemed to run deeper than a mere familiarity.
At this moment, both Yang Haoran and the woman understood one thing: why they had sensed such strong Yin Qi from each other. It was because they were both Night Watch members, part of the same organization, the same unit!