"He actually committed suicide by poisoning himself."
Ye Chen stared at the body on the ground, his face grim; he had been somewhat negligent.
He had originally wanted to use some methods to make him spill everything he knew.
But he hadn't expected that the assassin would be so professional as to preemptively take his own life with poison.
Ordinary assassin organizations would never be so decisive; this assassin must have been an elite trained by a large organization.
"What happened to him?"
Su Xiyue approached with a pale face, feigning composure as she asked.
"He poisoned himself to death," Ye Chen said indifferently.
"Ah."
Su Xiyue covered her mouth, her eyes filled with shock and fear.
She had never seen a dead body before, and this body belonged to an assassin who had been sent to kill her.
"Don't be scared, I'm here."
Ye Chen held Su Xiyue's pale, cold hand, speaking softly.
"Don't worry, I'm fine."