张逸飞不算好人，但也不能说是彻头彻尾的坏人。虽然他偶尔也会杀人，但这个时代很难单纯地评判一个人是好人还是坏人。他的行为不是自愿的，而是迫于无奈。活着很容易，但生存却不容易。

为了钱，什么事都干得出来，张逸飞就是这样的人，一个孤儿，没有受过正规教育，他根本就看不到好人坏人的区别，如果世界上没有坏人，那怎么会有好人呢？

虽然人们都说“好人一生平安”，但张逸飞却完全不相信，如果好人真的能平安一生，雷锋就不会死得那么惨，也许今天也不会有太多人记得他。

这个时代，最好做一个善恶两面兼顾的人，这样才能百折不挠，死得不会太快，死得不会太惨。张一飞认为，真正的男人，应该像谢文东一样，忠诚、有志、有胆识、有智慧。

现在的张逸飞，和刚从福利院出来的时候没什么区别，唯一需要担心的就是饥饿和寒冷。

就在张亦飞郁闷的叹息之时，口袋里的手机响了。

“哇，半年没响了，现在终于响了。”张亦飞拿出手机自言自语道。

“喂？没预约的话我挂了。”张逸飞装作很忙的样子说道，只有他知道，这个电话就是个摆样子，主要就是用来吸引女人的注意。

“妈的，张逸飞，是我宋礼尚，你是不是事业有成，连我打电话都不想接了？”电话那头传来一道讽刺的声音。

“成功了我的脚，连一个美女都看不到。”

“哈哈！”宋礼尚听到张逸飞的回答，哈哈大笑起来，似乎张逸飞的倒霉，就是他的乐趣。

“你再笑的话，下次见面我就把你这张笑脸打掉。”张亦飞不屑的说道。

“But seriously, as the King of Assassins, isn’t it a bit pathetic how you are now?”

“Calm down. I’m in search of true love,” Zhang Yifei replied calmly while lighting a cigarette.

In the world, few knew Zhang Yifei, but if you mentioned Longya, almost no one would be unfamiliar with the name. Longya, Zhang Yifei’s code name, was known worldwide and classified as top secret. He was the King of Assassins, never missing a mark since he started, making him an idol in the assassination world—a figure of immense respect and admiration.

There was a saying in the assassination world: Whoever can eliminate Longya will become the fourth Saint of the assassination realm. People thought the assassination world was disorganized and chaotic, but they were wrong. Assassins were organized, and there were three leaders known as the Saints who ruled over assassins globally. These Saints were true underground rulers.

For many years, no new Saints had emerged until Longya appeared, changing everything and introducing a prodigious talent who might rise to become one of the Saints. Yet, this King of Assassins abruptly announced his retirement from the assassination world.

The news caused a massive stir in the assassination community. The fact that Longya was retiring from killing was shocking. Moreover, it infuriated the three Saints. Upon Longya’s announcement, the Saints declared that anyone who could kill Longya would become the fourth Saint.

The announcement created an even bigger sensation than Longya’s retirement. Assassins from all over the world began hunting Longya, hoping to kill him and claim the title of Saint for themselves. The title of Saint was extremely attractive, offering not only wealth but also control over countless assassins—a symbol of power and prestige.

A person can live without money, but not without influence. One can live without power, but not without money. Having either money or power, but not both, would make one’s life less meaningful.

“Do you know that all the assassins are now searching for you, planning to kill you?” Song Lishang said with concern.

Zhang Yifei was unconcerned, replying, “Don’t worry, I’m not going to die on you. Besides, you’re still in the assassination world. I don’t care about those rabble. Just keep an eye on those three old codgers for me.”

Like Zhang Yifei, Song Lishang was also an assassin, and he was nearly as formidable as Zhang Yifei. Song Lishang had only failed once in his career, and while Zhang Yifei had never failed a mission, earning him the title of King of Assassins, Song Lishang was a leading figure in his own right. Together, they were like the shining pearls of the assassination world, never missing a target when they worked together.

“You’re playing both sides.”

“Clever. I’ll introduce you to a girlfriend someday,” Zhang Yifei snapped his fingers and said.

Despite not having a wife himself, Zhang Yifei was already thinking about setting someone else up.

“我很感激你的善意，但你应该担心一下你自己。”

“你知道我现在的处境有多危险吗？那三个老家伙一直盯着我。一个失误就GAME OVER了。我没法像你一样对抗这三个圣人。”

“离尚，你若是察觉到什么不对劲，立刻回丽江。”张逸飞也对宋离尚的安危表示了担忧，毕竟他们从小一起长大，感情比兄弟还要深厚。

“放心吧，就算我对付不了他们，逃出去还是没问题的。”

“有时间你帮我去看看老主任，现在不缺钱，多照顾弟弟妹妹吧。”

张逸飞听了宋礼尚的话，顿时沉默了下来，片刻后才说道：“你放心，我会的。”

挂了电话，张逸飞又没了方向，他想回孤儿院，又怕老院长的棍棒，张逸飞也想给老院长找个伴儿，让自己那笔藏了许久的宝物派上用场。

“菩萨您在天上看着，能不能把我变成一个美女啊？”张逸飞合掌，真诚的祈祷着。

幸亏是晚上，菩萨大概睡着了，没听到他的话，不然也不知道菩萨会怎么想，毕竟这种要求，也太不要脸了吧。