"You're awake? I've already healed your wounds."
As the emaciated Assassin player opened his eyes, Wang Zhifan spoke. He was curious how this person would react after being rescued—would they immediately vanish into stealth, or would they reflexively launch an attack?
However, the situation wasn't as intense as Wang Zhifan had imagined. He then saw the Assassin player's surprised look at him for a second, and then look at themselves, before getting up slightly feebly from the ground.
"Thank you, I thought I was done for."
The emaciated Assassin man, wearing a mask and clad in black, sincerely thanked Wang Zhifan.
"No problem, it was just a small favor."
Upon hearing this, Wang Zhifan smiled slightly, remaining hidden behind the conical hat under the moonlight, while putting the small speaker in his personal space.
"Is there anything you'd need me to do?"
Seeing his mysterious savior, the emaciated Assassin man proactively asked, appearing to dislike owing favors.
