Later that evening, Kevin, who was well prepared, went to the Knights of the Winds to ask the little spoon out. Kevin, who has always been full of confidence, rarely showed restraint and nervousness in this matter.

Little Spoon was a little curious, she rarely saw Kevin have this look: "Is there something wrong?"

"Are you free tonight? I think...... Forehead...... That, check the strategy, check it on the spot. Kevin didn't have the right words.

The little spoon blinked his eyes, and then suddenly said, "Oh, it's checking homework, right?"

"Well, yes," Kevin nodded, "After all, it might be a bit risky for me to go alone, and it doesn't seem good to call others, so it's better to find acquaintances." ”

"Okay, then I'll clean up and come right away. The little spoon readily agreed, and turned and walked away with a brisk step. Kevin kept his expression as normal as possible, looked left and right, and saw that the doorman was looking at him, so Kevin smiled at the doorman as well.

In a moment, the little spoon had been cleaned up, and it didn't look like anything had changed on the surface, but Kevin knew that she must have changed into black clothes inside. Take off your coat when you need to, and you'll be a qualified assassin in an instant.

The two of them walked together, taking the car into the teleportation and then by car, and arrived at their destination at about 8 p.m. However, it was too early to sneak in at this time, and the two of them found a random tavern outside to kill some time.

"Is there a private room?" asked Kevin.

"Sorry, there's no room left," the bartender apologized, "you two can sit down in the lobby, we have the best bard here, and we'll be dubbing the famous stage play 'Dog's Eyes on the World' tonight." ”

"So coincidentally?" Kevin smiled and turned to Little Spoon, "Why don't we sit down here?"

Little Spoon said that he had no opinion, and the two found a corner and ordered some drinks casually. It's going to be lurking for a while, so naturally you can't drink.

In the center of the tavern, a civilian crystal ball is placed on the table, and a ray of light passes through the crystal ball, shining the image on the wall. The drunkards in the first few rows watched with interest, while the drunkards in the corner seemed to be less interested and chatted with themselves.

A bard on the side, who was cooperating with the picture, made a sound of vicissitudes: "...... I'm already an old dog, and I don't know how many years have passed, I'm sad, I'm sad...... But there is a demon living in my body, and that is beast desire. ”

"I often wonder why I'm a dog, and not a man, and maybe it's animal desire, at least people don't get dogs, and I do...... How can I suppress such an animalistic desire? I can't control it, but maybe there is another way...... That is the opposite of things, if I am more crazy day dog, maybe I can quit this desire, maybe I can become a human!"

"Unfortunately, no matter how hard he tries, he is still a dog. The crow flies to taunt it, the parrot comes and taunts it, it is unwilling, it resists, it is useless, but it will not give up. It will never become a man, but it will be the most beautiful picture of the dog's posture!" the bard recited with a look on his face.

Little Spoon scratched his head when he heard this: "This...... It doesn't seem to be quite the same as the original. ”

"Re-creation," Kevin replied, "bards are, after all, a group of talented people, and they can find a place to display their talents no matter what." ”

"But it feels like that's good," replied Little Spoon, "and if the picture doesn't change, the dubbing changes, and it's just another story." ”

Kevin nodded: "Times are evolving, maybe one day, the era of pantomime will end, and the work of dubbing will no longer be needed." I don't know what bards were supposed to do back then?"

The little spoon naturally couldn't answer, so he could only shake his head.

"But don't worry too much, the essence of a bard is to create, as long as there is a creative space, I think there will be more and more magnificent chapters after all," Kevin smiled casually and changed the subject, "By the way, what do you like to eat?"

"All right," replied the little spoon, "and we will have to work for a while, so let's not eat too much." ”

Kevin nodded, and changed the subject: "That...... Do you like to hit people?"

"Huh?" Little Spoon didn't seem to hear clearly, and Kevin had to repeat it.

"How can I like to hit people?" Xiao Spoon was slightly dissatisfied, "Who said that about me? Is it Xiao Jiu?"

"No, it's not," Kevin was also a little surprised, "don't you like to hit people?"

"I don't like it," replied the little spoon, "when did I like to hit people? ”

Kevin took a sip of his drink to avoid embarrassment, and had some doubts in his heart, could it be that he made a mistake?

"And what do you like?" asked Kevin.

"What I liked...... It's all ordinary, and I like everything in general," Little Spoon thought about it, and still replied a little embarrassed, "But I feel that I'm really different from ordinary girls, and I like my profession a lot." ”

Kevin nodded, motioning for her to continue.

"You know, my father taught me when I was a child, and I had a unique feeling that I was a master but no one around me knew about it. To a certain extent, I like the feeling," the little spoon blushed slightly, "the kind of lurking, the assassination, no one knows, but it can pry the scales. ”

"But I don't like to hit people, and I'm not that kind of violent maniac," Little Spoon corrected, "You can't say I like to hit people just because I've hit people." It's prejudice!"

"Okay, okay, it's my fault. Kevin reluctantly admitted. I secretly sighed in my heart that I might have to revise my plan, but today it was still planned.

"By the way, what do you like?" asked the little spoon casually.

Kevin flashed a line "What I like is you" flashed in his mind for a moment, but he felt that the atmosphere was completely wrong, he couldn't say anything, and he was embarrassed for a moment, so he could only answer: "I like it...... Hit. At least lately particularly liked. ”

"Well?" said the little spoon in surprise, leaning back slightly, "but you're a bard." ”

"Sometimes I want to do things that I can't do," Kevin smiled wryly, "and I've been beaten a bit a bit lately, so it's inevitable that I want to pass on some of them." ”

"Could it be that the pressure is too much?" asked Little Spoon.

Kevin smiled wryly: "No, forget it, don't mention this." It's almost time, let's go. On the way, I'll tell you about the relevant information. ”

The two walked out of the tavern and came all the way to the vicinity of the target's mansion, where Kevin introduced the internal structure to Little Spoon, precautions, etc., and also mentioned that the other party had such a thing as a scriptwriter.

The little spoon didn't say anything, his expression was slightly surprised, but it passed quickly. The Assassin's professionalism allowed her to focus on infiltrating herself and putting everything else aside.

It's still easy to jump over high walls, bypass guards, avoid parrots, and follow the strategy. It seems that this rich second generation really regarded yesterday's events as a dream. Kevin was also worried about some traps, and walked around the outside a few more times, only to find out that he was completely overwhelmed.

Still using the space ring to close the door, the two of them dodged in and put it back in the door. The rich second generation is still in that bed, still sleeping, and the furnishings in the house have not changed from yesterday.

The little spoon took a closer look, and turned his head to Kevin in sign language: "This is the rich second generation?"

Kevin gestured, "I'll find something first, you look at him." ”

The little spoon looked at the target according to his words, and Kevin rummaged for a while, trying to find a script or something, but where to find it in a short time. simply came directly to the bed of the rich second generation and woke him up.

The rich second generation woke up slowly, and when he saw two people in black again, he couldn't help but be impatient: "Fake, why are you here in the middle of the night?"

"Well, I'll take a look at the script. Kevin replied casually.

"Hmph. The rich second generation turned around, ignored Kevin, and went back to sleep.

The little spoon was slightly puzzled: "What are we going to do?"

"That's what I just told you about the scriptwriter," Kevin explained, "and they rely on the scriptwriter, and they often beat up civilians for entertainment. The scriptwriter's script bypasses the current law, and they have deep pockets and no way to control them. Therefore, as messengers of righteousness, we will be beaten back. ”

Little Spoon didn't seem to be able to understand such a complicated situation at once, and asked, "To put it simply, you just want to hit him, right?"

"Hahaha...... the rich second generation finally laughed and sat up from the bed, "I finally understand who you are, the self-proclaimed righteous cerebral palsy Diao Min." You have a way to get into my room, but so what? How dare you?"

Little Spoon turned to Kevin, "Do you want to fight now?"

"No, wait until he's done with his theology. Kevin replied.

"Haha," the rich second generation sneered twice, "Beat me, you can't get out of this room if you beat me." What we have is a way to make your world vaporize. ”

"But, I already hit you yesterday. Kevin wondered.

"Then your time is running out," the rich second generation sneered, "Don't think that if you are masked, I won't be able to find out who you are." And as for you, since you're a woman and haven't done it yet, I can give you some chances. ”

Little Spoon was surprised: "What chance?"

"Do you still need me to explain this?" the rich second generation looked at everything, "Be active, be enthusiastic, be debauched, don't play any cold, make any characters, this is all false." It doesn't matter if you have a flat chest, if you practice your skills well, it's really ......"

Bang! The little spoon had already punched him, splashing his nosebleed: "I'm sorry, I'm full of anger, I can't listen to your god." ”

"I, I, I ......" the rich second generation still wants to say something, and wants to resist. But in the face of the strength of the little spoon, he had no power to fight back, and a series of fast punches beat him to the point of convulsions all over his body.

Kevin handed the board to the side: "Come on, give this, it's crisp to fight." ”

The little spoon took it naturally, and just reached out to hit it, when something suddenly remembered: "Oh, you like to hit people, don't you?"

"No, no, come on. "No, no, I'm done fighting, so let's do it...... The two humbled each other.

The rich second generation was full of anger at this time: "Don't be ignorant, I advise you to get out of here immediately, otherwise I'm going to call someone!"

"You know best how soundproofing your own room is. I know there's a bell next to the bed to call the servant, but I've removed it in advance," Kevin replied lightly, "Your name?"

"If you cut your throat, no one will come to save you!" the little spoon naturally continued.

The rich second generation held his head and had nothing to say in bed for a while.

"Come on," Kevin continued, humblingly, "I have some preparations on my side. ”

"Oh well. The little spoon took the board, and then naturally jerked the man, and he heard a crackling in his ears, which was extremely crisp.

Kevin, on the other hand, actually set up a barbecue grill on the side: "When we're tired for a while, we can eat barbecue." ”

"Well, I'm good at this," said the little spoon, "I used to burn a fire, so I'll do it, and you'll beat him again." ”

"That's up to you. Kevin took out a large amount of ingredients and seasonings from the space ring, and then turned his head and walked towards the rich second generation.

The rich second generation gasped and glared at Kevin: "Do you think you are a partner of justice?"

"Yes. Kevin replied, while his hand was not stopping, still hitting the board, snap!

"Why are you doing justice? Are you doing justice? You're breaking the law! You, you, you're breaking into the house and beating people!" the rich second generation roared angrily, "What qualifications do you have to claim to be righteous?"

"Who are you to say that I am not qualified to claim justice?" Kevin asked rhetorically.

"You, you have, I ......"

Kevin slammed him and mocked: "Matryoshka, matryoshka again." ”

Over there, the little spoon sighed slightly: "It's so extravagant, do you use fire-based spars as barbecue?"

Kevin replied, "No way, otherwise the house would be full of smoke." ”

"Alright, alright, these are ready to eat. "The little spoon is very skillful and sprinkled with spices.

Kevin let go of the rich second generation and took over the barbecue, and suddenly both of them were stunned. Both of them are masked, how can this be eaten?

"Oh, easy, I'll go blindfold him and we won't have to cover his face. Kevin thought of a solution in an instant.

Blindfolded, tied hands and feet, the two sat down comfortably to eat barbecue. Kevin also took out drinks and clinked glasses to each other. The rich second generation was panting in bed, although he didn't speak, he sensed it emotionally, there was fear and anger, but he still tried his best to stay calm and think about countermeasures. At least he didn't cry and beg for mercy, he was a little backbone.

"Actually, we ......," Little Spoon hesitated, "is it right for us to do this?"

Kevin smiled and replied, "It depends on what you are acting for." ”

"How?" asked Little Spoon.

"If it's just for venting, for fun, that's obviously wrong. But if we can uphold the idea of personality correction and through crazy beatings...... No, if it is a proper beating, it can teach him some principles of life, then it can be just. Kevin replied.

The rich second generation has already jumped up: "You sophistry!"

No, the same behavior will be judged differently under different conditions. In peacetime, people are rewarded for their lives, and in wartime, they kill the enemy for meritorious service. It's not right to hit someone in normal times, but in the current situation, it's normal. Kevin replied, "Besides, you often go out and beat people, otherwise where would the scriptwriter come from?" ”

"Hmph," the rich second generation replied with a sneer, "Even if I often beat people, I have nothing to say when I am beaten today." But today you hit someone, and one day, you will be beaten too!"

"Cut, I've been beaten far more than you think, so don't worry about me. Kevin laughed.

The little spoon was silent for a moment, and couldn't help but speak: "However, if you only hit it once, there is no way to achieve the purpose of personality correction, right?"

"So we need to play many times and be responsible. If you hit it once, it's really just a simple vent, but as long as we persevere, I believe that one day he will correct his personality. Maybe one day, he will thank us. Kevin replied.

Rich second generation: "......"

"Imagine this scene," Kevin put his mind away, "when we are all full of gray hair, we can still play the rich second generation, eat barbecue, and reminisce about our young times together as we do today." What a romantic thing it is!"

The little spoon was stunned and subconsciously turned his head to look at Kevin. Kevin avoided her gaze and lowered his head to eat the barbecue.

Rich second generation: "......"