The extreme fear that could not be concealed flickered in his eyes, which made Yang Feng pause for a moment.
No way, just one person's name could terrify him so much.
But Yang Feng was now certain that the assassin, Mei, definitely knew this person; otherwise, he wouldn't have shown such signs.
"Daddy, what's wrong?" Sherry asked, puzzled. She looked up at Jack, then turned to Yang Feng.
“No… Sherry, you go back to your room first. I have something important to discuss with this Mr. Yang.” Jack swallowed hard, the fear still lingering in his eyes.
Honestly, when he heard that name, he couldn't even think about his daughter's illness anymore.
“Okay, Daddy.” Shirley nodded obediently, her eyes flashing with doubt. She glanced at Yang Feng, then turned and went into the room.
Yang Feng, a hint of amusement in his eyes, casually sat on the sofa, crossed his legs, looked at Jack, and said:
"I suppose you feel fear towards this name. I could see it in your eyes just now. But I'm a little curious about Ye Aotian... Can you tell me about him now?"
Jack's face turned pale. He sat down on the chair opposite the sofa, his hands clasped together, but they were trembling slightly.
This person's name is renowned throughout the assassin and mercenary world!
There, everyone knows about it.
"He was the king of the mercenary world. He left an indelible impression on the assassin world at a young age. He was once the king of assassins, but for some reason, he lost this glorious position. I'm not sure what the specific reason was."
"But... his strength is simply extraordinary. He once single-handedly wiped out an entire division of the United States army, which even deployed jet fighters and missiles, but he still managed to hold them off. That's how he became famous!"
"Not only that, he also wiped out all the assassin organizations in Vietnam, leaving none alive, and the ways they died were extremely cruel, enough to make anyone vomit."
"There are many more stories about his achievements, but these are only part of his story. The most important thing is that he can control all the mercenaries in the foreign mercenary world. If he wants to destroy a weak small country, it will be a piece of cake."
After hearing this, Yang Feng's face finally showed a hint of shock, and at the same time, he was amazed and impressed by his own strength.
Unexpectedly, he, whose strength was not even at the Earth Rank, managed to escape death from Ye Aotian's hands. He was really lucky.
What he didn't know was that a photo Ye Aotian saw by chance at that time stunned him.
Otherwise, Yang Feng would have already perished.
"I didn't expect him to be so famous abroad," Yang Feng murmured softly.
But who exactly hired Ye Aotian to kill him?
With such great abilities, who in this world could possibly be the person to hire him?
All of this is a mystery.
The truth will only be revealed when he meets Ye Aotian again.
One thing puzzled Jack, and he suddenly asked:
"Mr. Yang, why are you asking me about him?"
"It's nothing, it's just that he came to kill me before, but I managed to escape." Yang Feng said it casually, but in reality, he was still feeling a chill of fear.
He truly experienced despair.
"What?!"
Upon hearing this, Jack jumped up from his chair like a spring, staring intently at Yang Feng as if he were looking at a rare animal.
"Then, how come you're still alive and kicking here?! That's not scientific! His kill rate is 100%, he's never missed a shot."
Upon hearing this, Yang Feng's lips twitched slightly. He turned to look out the window, rested his chin on his hand, and replied:
"Actually, I was lucky at that time. I don't know why he suddenly froze in place, as if he had lost his soul, which gave me an opportunity to take advantage of him."
"So that's how it is. Mr. Yang, you are truly blessed with good fortune. As one of your Chinese sayings goes, 'Those who survive a great calamity are destined for good fortune.' You will definitely have good things happen to you in the future. Even Ye Aotian, who has a 100% kill rate, failed to kill you. You are probably the number one person in the world to do so."
Jack paused for a moment, then gently sat down in the chair and looked at Yang Feng as he spoke.
"Alright, I'm here today to inquire about Ye Aotian and to help with your daughter's medical treatment."
With that, Yang Feng stood up from the sofa and walked towards Sherry's room.
Jack followed closely behind Yang Feng and entered the room together.
Shirley was sitting on the bed, her long, white legs draped over the blanket, holding a latest fashion magazine in her hands.
Upon noticing someone enter, she immediately turned her head to look.
"Daddy, brother, is there something you need?" Sherry put down her magazine, got off the bed, and asked.
"I'm here to treat the illness in your body," Yang Feng said bluntly.
"To treat the illness in my body? Didn't the doctor say it was incurable?" Sherry looked at Jack with a puzzled expression.
“Sherry, Mr. Yang’s medical skills are superb, and the traditional Chinese medicine culture of China may be able to treat your condition. It’s better to try than not to treat it at all.” Jack looked at Sherry with kind eyes and said slowly.
“This…” Sherry bit her lower lip slightly, looking somewhat hesitant.
"Is your condition such that you can't be exposed to sunlight? Actually, this is caused by a recessive gene in your body, combined with your physical constitution," Yang Feng said.
In fact, Yang Feng's act of saving Jack's daughter was purposeful; his main goal was to gain the complete loyalty of the assassin, Mei, and to earn her unwavering trust.
After all, he wasn't very familiar with the assassin and mercenary worlds abroad and needed someone to guide him.
He was the best candidate, and treating his daughter was used as a bargaining chip.