Lin Ya was speechless. Now that she thought about it, it really was true.
Xia Yumo also felt a little regretful. Just now, Yang Feng had shown two skills and a confident demeanor.
Just then, a dark figure stepped in through the window, holding a sharp, gleaming dagger. A smirk played on his lips as he looked at the scholarly villa and the people in front of him. He felt that this mission was far too easy.
"Who...who are you?" Xia Yumo's pupils shrank slightly as she first saw the middle-aged man walking in through the window. He was holding a dagger, which made her feel a little panicked.
Xia Guoliang and Lin Ya also turned their heads, their pupils shrinking slightly.
I quickly came to terms with it; this person could be a thief or a robber.
"What...what do you want to do? How did the security guards outside let you in?!" Xia Guoliang asked nervously.
"The security guards outside? Heh, a bunch of trash. Go to hell!" The assassin licked his lips, his eyes sharpening, and picked up a dagger to stab.
A blinding glint of cold light suddenly flashed through the air.
"ah!!"
At that moment, Yang Feng had just stepped out of the villa when he heard a scream from inside. His brows furrowed, and a sense of crisis, as if it were innate, welled up within him.
He quickly turned around and rushed into the villa, where he saw a middle-aged man in a black coat rushing over with a dagger, picking up a size 43 shoe from the ground and smashing it down on him.
Bang!
The assassin had assumed the mission would be easy, so he let his guard down, only to be hit on the head by a shoe.
"Who?!" The assassin paused, shook his head slightly, and looked coldly at Yang Feng at the door. The two of them stared at each other like wild beasts.
He could sense a faint threat emanating from the young man.
"Who are you?" the assassin asked, his eyes fixed on her.
When Xia Guoliang saw Yang Feng arrive, he felt a little relieved. He had witnessed Yang Feng's strength before; he could crush a cone-shaped glass water bottle, which meant he was no ordinary person. He should be able to deal with this robber.
What he didn't know was that this middle-aged man was not only not a robber, but also an assassin, a master ranked 98th on the world's assassin list!
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Chapter 25 Crisis
Xia Yumo was no longer so nervous. Seeing Yang Feng gave her an unprecedented sense of security.
Yang Feng didn't say much, but stepped forward and kicked the assassin, a faint whooshing sound filling the air.
"Bang!"
A hint of surprise flashed in the assassin's eyes. His speed was almost the same as his own. He blocked Yang Feng's ankle with one hand, and with a backhand slash, his dagger flashed and stabbed forward.
Yang Feng kept retreating, a hint of tension flashing in his eyes. He flipped over, slapped the table with one hand, and turned upside down. Using this opportunity, he kicked Yang Feng's chin with his ankle.
Xia Guoliang was a shrewd businessman, so how could he not see that this middle-aged man's strength was not on the same level? At the same time, he was also surprised by Yang Feng's strength, which was comparable to his father's back then.
He quickly took out his phone to call the police and pushed his wife and children back into the room. Luckily, he had specially invited Yang Feng over for dinner today; otherwise, his whole family and all the nannies in the villa might have died tonight.
"Guo...Guoliang, is that person here to kill us?" Lin Ya asked, her voice trembling slightly, filled with fear.
"It should be. I have many enemies in the business world. I didn't expect them to dare send people to kill us. Don't worry, I've already called the police. You all stay here and behave yourselves." Xia Guoliang said solemnly, then quickly walked out. He didn't know what Yang Feng's situation was now.
Bang! Bang!
Yang Feng desperately blocked the assassin Mei's fierce attack with his hands, taking a few steps back. His heart was pounding, and a somewhat anxious voice suddenly echoed in his mind.
"Host, run! You're no match for this person."
Yang Feng gritted his teeth, realizing that he was indeed at a disadvantage and would surely lose if the fight continued like this.
But he can't leave now. If he leaves, not only will the Xia family die, but even the innocent nanny here will die.
They were all huddled in a room, trembling with fear.
"I didn't expect you to have the strength to fight me. That's quite rare. It seems this mission isn't as simple as I thought." The assassin licked her sharp dagger and sneered.
"Who exactly are you, and why are you here to kill the Xia family?" Yang Feng wondered. What kind of person had they offended that would send someone like an assassin, someone you only see in movies, to kill them? This was truly a once-in-a-century event.
"Me?" The assassin Mei raised her two bushy eyebrows slightly and laughed, "Number 98 on the world assassin ranking list, Mei! You should be proud of yourself, kid. There aren't many people who can last more than ten moves against me, and you're one of them. But... go to hell."
Immediately, the assassin flashed a cold light and charged forward like a cannonball, her eyes filled with murderous intent.
Yang Feng took four steps back, his eyes very serious. He then saw the Six God Floral Water on the table, picked it up, poured it over Yang Feng's face, and splashed it on him.
The assassin stopped, his nose wrinkled tightly, and his eyes turned bloodshot. He had thought it was just ordinary water, but it turned out to be this irritating, which made him furious.
"Ranked 98th in the world's killers? You're 98th already, and you still say you're amazing? That's hilarious," Yang Feng laughed.
"Fuck!" the assassin cursed. After so many years of carrying out assassination missions, this was the first time she had been mocked by a brat, and his water had made her eyes sting. In an instant, the anger in her heart surged.
"Die!!" The assassin suddenly stepped forward, her dagger flashing with a cold light.
Yang Feng frowned, grabbed his wrists with both hands, gave a strong jerk, and kicked him in the groin.
"Heh..." Assassin Mei sneered and threw a backhand punch, smashing it into Yang Feng's face.
Bang!
"Ah..." Yang Feng screamed, released his wrist, staggered back several steps, and a purplish-blue bruise appeared on his handsome face.
Xia Guoliang, standing at the door of the room, felt a pang of anxiety. If he hadn't been out of shape for so long and his physical condition wasn't what it used to be, he might have rushed up to help Yang Feng right now. But with his current weight and slightly protruding beer belly, going up now would only make things worse.