Song Qiao seemed not to notice Madam Shen's expression. While observing their surroundings, he spoke to himself, "The Yin Yang Twin Killers, legend has it they are a couple. Heh, who would have thought?"
Madam Shen was startled. She frowned, recalling her impression of them, and couldn't help but retort, "They're a couple? No wonder they're called the Yin Yang Twin Killers. I thought they were mother and son."
Indeed, anyone seeing them would think so. The man was short and gaunt, while the woman was large and stout, appearing much older.
"True, but there's a reason for that."
"Oh? Is there some hidden story?" Madam Shen inquired, showing a distinct interest in gossip.
It was human nature to pry into others' secrets.
But more than that, she wanted to understand them better, enabling her to formulate a targeted defense and counterattack.
Though she wasn't sure if it would be effective.
At the same time, she harbored a hidden agenda: to make Song Qiao talk more, thereby learning more about him.
However, this underlying motive was not even consciously perceived by herself.
Song Qiao smiled faintly. "This is something I happen to know..."
He began to narrate their story in a calm tone.
He had seen their records in the security department files, classified as SSS-level, which had left a deep impression on him.
There were two reasons for this.
Firstly, their strength. Legend had it that they had never failed a mission since their debut, earning them a formidable reputation in the assassin world.
Secondly, their relationship had piqued his interest. It even garnered his admiration.
Setting aside their professional roles, they could truly be described as soulmates, a model of mutual devotion.
If their love story were made into a movie or TV series, it would surely capture many people's attention.
These two, who appeared to be mother and son, were in reality a devoted couple.
Their story had spread widely in the underworld and was even praised by many.
"The Yin Yang Twin Killers were actually childhood sweethearts. Surprised?"
"Indeed!" Madam Shen exclaimed.
No matter how one looked at them, they seemed more like a mother and son than a couple.
"Later, when they were very young, their families met with misfortunes one after another, and all their relatives died."
"Thus, they were left to depend on each other, supporting one another. The man worked as a child laborer to support the woman."
"The work was extremely arduous, and the man tried his best to give his food to the woman."
"And the result, as you can see."
Song Qiao fell silent.
Madam Shen listened intently.
After a long pause, she nodded and sighed deeply, "It's truly moving."
Combining what she had just seen, she could envision their affection for each other.
The man's body had stopped developing, making him thin and small, like a child, all for the sake of the woman.
And the woman had been nourished to be tall and stout.
"I just wonder how they became assassins," Madam Shen felt there was more to the story.
"That, I don't know. There's no relevant information, nor have I heard anyone mention anything about it," Song Qiao replied.
He was also quite curious about this, but the records had not provided any details.
"I suspect they went through some special event together, which led them to choose the path of assassins."
"However, this matter is too secretive or not meant for outsiders to know."
"At the same time, it shows how well these two keep their secrets."
"It's likely of great significance," Madam Shen added.
Suddenly, Madam Shen chuckled.
She then said, "It's quite incredible that such a peculiar pair could achieve a flawless record. It makes one wonder."
Song Qiao nodded.
He released the clutch, stepped on the gas, and swerved around a car parked by the roadside.
Then, with a turn, he drove towards the riverbank.
"Yes, it's truly remarkable. The man, being small, is better suited for firearms. The woman, being large, excels in close combat."
"I wonder if their physical appearances have any connection to their perfect record. I suspect there are other hidden factors, but what exactly, outsiders cannot know."
Madam Shen frowned. "Indeed, long-range and close-range attacks are all within their control. But how did they achieve this?"
Another silence followed.
Knowing that their current conjectures would lead nowhere, Song Qiao intentionally changed the subject.
"You were lucky today, narrowly escaping death. Haha, this time, their flawless record is likely to be broken."
"Yes, I must thank you. If it weren't for you, I would have fallen to their bullets long ago," Madam Shen said, looking at Song Qiao with a gentle tone, her gratitude evident.
Her eyes were watery, seemingly filled with deep affection.
Song Qiao did not turn his head, but he could see her from the corner of his eye.
Moreover, Song Qiao's senses were acute, and he was acutely aware of her gaze.
"It was indeed a stroke of luck. However, I suspect they won't give up, but rather intensify their assault to maintain their record..."
Song Qiao's words undoubtedly conveyed to her the perilous situation she was in.
This assessment made Madam Shen's face turn a little pale. She unconsciously clenched her fists in front of her.
Madam Shen gasped. Although the situation sounded somewhat absurd, it made perfect sense.
She had encountered such misfortune.
Thinking of this, her expression grew somewhat somber.
Song Qiao was not surprised by her reaction.
At this moment, he adopted the role of a life mentor and said,
"In life, many things are not chosen by oneself. However, your assassination attempt was likely not a coincidence, right?"
Madam Shen let out a long sigh. Indeed.
Innocent people are often blamed for possessing treasures.
Not to mention, she, a woman, had inherited such immense wealth.
"As you say. It was not a coincidence."
"So, return to your country as soon as possible. Don't end up dying here without knowing why," Song Qiao advised.
Madam Shen nodded.
What Song Qiao said was indeed logical.
She was in a foreign land, unfamiliar with the surroundings, and could only passively endure the attacks.
Only by returning to South Korea could she take effective action and make the perpetrators hesitant.
Madam Shen couldn't help but recall Song Qiao's earlier analysis: these two individuals, each with their own unique skills, one formidable in combat, the other adept with firearms, were not easy to deal with.
Not to mention their coordinated actions, their telepathic understanding honed since childhood, which formed a powerful synergy, making any opponent struggle.
She had to return to South Korea as soon as possible.
But she didn't know if she could safely make it back.
Thinking of this, her expression became even more troubled.
Perhaps, she could request Guo Can to assassinate these two, acting as a deterrent to her rivals in South Korea.
Just as she was contemplating this, she suddenly heard Song Qiao's loud shout:
"Get down!"
Instinctively, Madam Shen slammed herself down, her body as low as possible.
Before she could fully brace herself, she felt the car suddenly swerve, the inertia almost throwing her up.
She suddenly realized that if she hadn't been wearing a seatbelt, she might have been flung out of the car.
Before her thoughts could clear, a series of gunshots rang out.
"Taka-taka-taka..."
The sound of gunfire echoed, shattering the car's windows.
Shards rained down on their bodies and heads.