Chapter 3: Why can't you learn well?

In this world of assassins, strength rules supreme, and courtesy is useless. Friendships don't exist, and not stabbing someone in the back is considered merciful.
Did Hardys want to say more? But at that moment, the two cars were already close.
He glanced at Wesley Lu with malice, thinking to settle scores after the job was done. Leading this mission was a hard-earned opportunity for him, and he couldn't afford any mishaps.
Hardys gestured, and the team immediately disembarked from the car.
The two black Mercedes sedans moved slowly along the mountain road.
Suddenly, the lead car braked hard, followed by the second car.
In the rear car, Ethel Su, seated in the back, saw her documents fly out of her hands due to inertia. Frowning, her delicate lips pursed, "What's happening?"
The driver, clueless, watched as a burly bodyguard in black ran from the lead car. As he bent to speak through the lowered window, a bullet pierced his forehead, spraying warm, crimson blood over the driver's face. He froze, his pupils dilating. Before he could scream, a silenced pistol was thrust through the window, pressed against his forehead, and fired.
The bullet exited through the back of his head, splattering blood on the light-colored seat.
Ethel Su was terrified, her face deathly pale, eyes filled with fear. Before she could scream, the gunman outside the car made a silencing gesture, "Shh..."
Hardys unlocked the car door, then walked over and opened it, his expression mocking, "Miss Su, please step out."
Ethel, still rational, knew she couldn't refuse. She shakily got out, staggering, needing the car to steady herself.
She turned to see the front car, its windows splattered with blood, realizing her bodyguards were gone.
Such assassinations were no challenge for professional killers like Awn, Sickle, and Shadow, who now approached, holding the dashcams from both cars.
Seeing Ethel, they couldn't hide their astonishment at her beauty.
Ethel Su, about 168 cm tall with perfect proportions, fair skin, and wearing a light-colored business suit that accentuated her figure. Her delicate features, a small beauty mark between her eyebrows, straight nose, and cherry-like lips, were captivating.
Chilled to the bone and terrified, she realized she might not survive the night, as these men had seen her face.
Trying to find a sliver of hope, her voice trembling, she asked, "Do you want money?"
Hardys, lecherous by nature, struggled to hide his lust, speaking in broken Long Country language, "Miss Su, we want all the research data on your cancer drug."
Ethel then understood their motive; they were after the newly developed liver cancer drug, still a secret and not yet clinically tested. Who leaked the information?
Realizing there was a traitor among them, she wondered if she'd get the chance to find out who it was.
The Su Group had invested heavily in this drug, facing financial strain. If the drug succeeded, it would not only save countless liver cancer patients but also the Su Group.
"How could I carry something so important on me?"
Hardys's smile turned sinister, "Miss Su, I hope you'll cooperate without any tricks."
"Let me handle her. Give me half an hour, and she'll talk," Sickle said with a lewd look.
Shadow laughed obscenely, "Give her to me; fifteen minutes is enough."
"Why don't we share?" suggested Awn, his eyes gleaming with depravity.
Hardys sneered, "Good idea. Since Miss Su isn't cooperating, we'll have to cooperate with her instead."
Ethel's face turned ashen, her eyes wide with terror.
Hardys advanced, grabbing her hair, dragging her towards the car with a lewd smile.
Ethel struggled desperately, but she was no match for Hardys's strength.
"Hey, look over here," called Wesley Lu.
Hardys and his team instinctively turned, seeing Wesley playing with a gleaming throwing knife.
"Seems you didn't learn from Mantis's lesson, did you?"
Wesley had decreed that in Long Country, killing was permissible, but rape was not.
Mantis, one of their own, had disregarded Wesley's words, violating a girl. As a result, Wesley turned him into a pin cushion with throwing knives in front of everyone.
They thought Wesley was finished after that incident, but the higher-ups merely fined him and confined him for three days. That was the confidence of a top assassin.
Every top assassin was a cash cow; no one wanted to clash with money.
Wesley's eyes were cold, "Why can't you learn? Seems not enough of you have died."
This statement made Hardys and his team tense, backing away cautiously, their fingers white on their gun grips, but not daring to raise their weapons. They knew too well the terror of Wesley's throwing knives. Even at this close range, Hardys, an SSS-class assassin like Wesley, couldn't be sure his bullets would be faster than Wesley's blades.
Hardys had clashed with Wesley multiple times, and within ten meters, he never had the chance to fire his gun. What was most terrifying was that Wesley never missed a target. No one dared to provoke him lightly, not willing to gamble with their lives.
"The mission is the priority," Hardys said through gritted teeth.
"Ha, I thought you would say the woman was the priority. A bunch of useless men, you've already wasted too much time," Wesley said, advancing with the throwing knife in hand.
Hardys and his men watched Wesley's knife warily.
"Don't worry, if I wanted to kill you, it wouldn't be now. After all, cleaning up this mess isn't my job... Let's see, what kind of woman turned you from men into beasts?"
Until now, Hardys's large frame had blocked Wesley's view of Ethel.
Hardys reluctantly released Ethel.
"Come here, lift your head, let me have a look."
Trembling, Ethel raised her pale face to meet Wesley's eyes.
Their eyes met, causing a dramatic contraction in Wesley's gaze as memories flooded in.
"Little brother, little brother, wake up, wake up..."
His last memory before losing consciousness at age ten was a young, panicked face with a faint beauty mark on the forehead and a strawberry-flavored lollipop in her hand, still unopened.