The Daily Life Of A Cyberpunk Magician-Chapter 605 - 308: Die in War_3

The boundary of the ruins was a towering wall, the inside sprawling desolation, the outside a bustling city.

Heaven in one thought, Hell in the next.

Rubble scattered, traffic ceaseless, such a stark contrast existing within the same place, merely separated by a wall.

"Hmm?" Jiang Shu’s peripheral vision caught a figure approaching from behind, so he slightly turned his head.

It was Lang Tai.

"Is there something you need?" Jiang Shu asked.

If Lang Tai was just wandering, Jiang Shu wouldn’t have noticed him, so his presence meant he needed something.

Unexpectedly, Lang Tai just shook his head, then stood slightly behind and next to him, looking off into the distance alongside him.

If Lang Tai were a tall and well-built female assassin maid, Jiang Shu would find the scene quite pleasant, but he wasn’t.

He was a handsome, robust assassin, resembling a Western knight, making the scene feel a bit odd.

They still needed to find something to talk about.

"You haven’t told me about your past, Lang Tai," Jiang Shu said. "What were you doing before this?"

Lang Tai started typing swiftly on his wristwatch.

His hacking skills were not low, so his typing speed was definitely fast.

"Killing."

Merely two simple words.

"Was it your foster father, the leader of the rebellion?" Jiang Shu recalled the letter from Black Kler about Lang Tai’s background.

In Thirteen District, Black Kler, with his charismatic personality, had rallied an army composed of retired soldiers, led by Lang Tai’s foster father.

After they were all killed in battle, Lang Tai was "entrusted" to Jiang Shu by Black Kler.

Saying "entrusted" was just a euphemism for handing over this formidable combat power to Jiang Shu as a hitman.

On the matter of strengthening and expanding Jiang Shu’s power, Black Kler was even more dedicated than Jiang Shu himself.

However, what was Lang Tai’s foster father’s name again?

Jiang Shu tried to remember but failed.

It didn’t matter anyway.

After some thought, Lang Tai continued typing on the Simulated Light Screen: I grew up in Thirteen District, my foster father ran an orphanage, secretly training assassins. I started conducting missions on my own after turning ten.

"Ten, huh." Jiang Shu mused on some words from the Simulated Light Screen.

One could imagine that Lang Tai must have endured countless hardships to reach today.

To dive into a sea of blood and mountains of corpses from the age of ten and still maintain a child-like innocence was something Jiang Shu couldn’t help but admire.

As for the orphanage...

Did that mean Lang Tai’s foster father had been preparing for the rebellion for a long time?

No wonder he hit it off with Black Kler.

No, considering Black Kler’s experiences, he must have died several times during the process of understanding, interacting with, and gaining the trust of Lang Tai’s foster father.

Eventually, Black Kler mastered the best way to ally with Lang Tai’s foster father in a short time.

"Then, what about that orphanage? The assassins who grew up with you?" Jiang Shu continued to ask.

Lang Tai glanced at him.

The Simulated Light Screen displayed: They died in the war, my foster father did not allow me to join.

Seemingly regretful, Lang Tai rarely showed emotion in his words.

"If I had been sent to assassinate the City Lord, perhaps, we could have won the war."