Chapter 1595: Chapter 1574: Heartache Karima was over one meter seventy in height. According to her height, Number Thirteen shouldn’t be only around one meter seventy. It turns out Karima was even taller than him. Now Gao Yang understood, Number Thirteen had been starved into this. Knowing Number Thirteen had a rich background, Gao Yang never imagined that his past could be this tragic. He thought that even if an assassin’s life wasn’t as glamorous as in the movies, it wouldn’t be too terrible either. But seeing Number Thirteen’s deep-rooted fear of hunger, which seemed to penetrate his very bones, gave Gao Yang a chill that he couldn’t shake off. Number Thirteen’s eyes were fixed on the Presidential Palace, holding a small piece of bread in his hand as he slowly said, “Steak has always been the most delicious food in my mind, the best food!” Number Thirteen turned his head, looked down at the bread in his hand, and said in a deep voice, “Why do I have to eat so fast? Because if I eat slowly, I won’t have anything to eat. For five years, I was barely given the minimum nutrients needed for survival, and three others were as hungry as I was.” After finishing speaking slowly, Number Thirteen laughed, his face joyful as he said, “I learned how to be an assassin in Europe. My instructor was a woman, a tall Caucasian. She liked to eat in front of us. One time she was in a good mood, so she threw us an unfinished piece of steak. I grabbed that piece of steak, but before I could eat it, it was snatched away by others. Two girls got hold of that steak. They tore it apart and devoured it instantly. That was when I understood that if you couldn’t beat others, you should at least swallow the steak you snatched so that no one could take it from you.” “What happened then?” ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ novel·fire.net Taylor asked, both shocked and curious. Number Thirteen smiled and said, “That night, I killed one of the girls. The next morning, I killed the other in front of the instructor, and she didn’t stop me.” Taylor trembled as he said, “This doesn’t conform to training, I mean, this doesn’t match the purpose of your organization’s training, right?” Number Thirteen smiled and said, “No, the Assassin Organization doesn’t rely on having many people. On the contrary, assassins have never been a profession that requires numbers to complete tasks. At the moment I killed the second girl, I understood that my instructor only wanted one student, to be precise, a disciple who could fully inherit her style and traits.” At this moment, the attendant served the drinks Gao Yang and Taylor ordered. Number Thirteen pointed at the attendant and said in a deep voice, “Bring my appetizer, and get me a Moscow Mule.” The attendant said with a look of surprise, “I’m sorry, sir, we don’t offer…” Number Thirteen waved impatiently and said, “Go make it!” Number Thirteen’s gaze intimidated the attendant, who nodded silently and walked away without a word. Number Thirteen sighed and said in a deep voice, “I know how to make cocktails. She taught me. Her favorite was the Moscow Mule, and I like it too.” Gao Yang felt something was off with Number Thirteen, very off. He exchanged a glance with Taylor and saw the same astonishment in Taylor’s eyes. Number Thirteen seemed lost in his memories, continuing to murmur, “I tasted steak again a year later. That time, I killed my last companion with whom I was studying, so she rewarded me with a piece of steak. After eating that steak, I officially became her student. From that day on, I could eat to my fill, eat whatever I wanted, but my physique had already been fixed, and my bone growth was set, never to grow further. From that day, she started teaching me what the world’s best food is, how to taste wine. I began to enjoy everything in this world, expensive, rare, and delicious things, but I could never forget the taste of that steak.” “What happened then?” This time the question was from Gao Yang. Number Thirteen shook his head and softly said, “On that day, I truly became a man with her, and then I could start following her to complete some tasks, some assassination tasks. We were inseparable. Occasionally, we would be apart for a short period. She would teach others makeup, and I would learn some special skills from other instructors, but my instructor was only her.” Number Thirteen waved his hand, smiling at Gao Yang, “During that time, I met Lion and Medusa. We all knew each other, but we had no friendship because we all knew how the others survived. With us being together, there was no sense of security, so it was better to keep our distance.” “What happened later?” “Later, I completed all the tasks with her. She was my master, my partner, my girlfriend, my wife, my mother, my everything.” Recounting with a fascinated and calm expression, Number Thirteen suddenly stopped until the attendant placed a cocktail and his appetizer in front of him. After the attendant left, Number Thirteen raised his glass, gazing at the cocktail inside, and softly said, “Luckily they had ginger beer and lime. If they couldn’t make me a Moscow Mule, I think I would kill someone.” Draining the glass entirely, Number Thirteen snapped his fingers loudly, pointed at the empty cup, and courteously said to the attendant, “Another one.” The attendant said nothing, turned around, and left. He seemed to notice that his guest was very unusual. Number Thirteen played with the empty cup with both hands, his face full of fascination as he said, “We were together for a long time, a very long time. We killed four people you must have heard of, but you don’t know they didn’t die naturally but were killed by us. Those days were fulfilling.” Letting go of the glass, Number Thirteen looked again toward the Presidential Palace, lost in thought with a smile for a moment before mumbling, “She liked torturing me, and also enjoyed me torturing her. One time, I saw her lying there, her red hair cascading down, enchanting. I suddenly had a strong urge to kill her. This thought had occurred many times before, but that time was different, different…” Gao Yang swallowed and asked in a trembling voice, “Then what?” Number Thirteen turned around, smiling, “I killed her, slashed her throat with a knife. Blood flowed out, staining her hair, very red, very beautiful.” After calmly finishing his story, Number Thirteen pointed to a building, “There, in a room on a bed in the Ukraine Grand Hotel. That day was also May twenty-first, just like today.”