After he finished speaking, the surroundings remained quiet; you could even hear a single drop of water falling.
"Are you really not coming out? I'm going upstairs."
The next moment, a tall man with deep blue eyes, a high nose, and golden hair stepped out from behind a car in the residential area.
His eyes held a hint of surprise and as he stood behind Yang Feng, he spoke:
How did you find me?
"Huh? How did I find you? I was just talking to myself. I didn't expect you to come out. That's strange."
Yang Feng snapped out of his reverie and, feigning surprise, spoke.
"Kid, it's you again? You're lucky. You got away with it last time, but this time you're going to die!"
That's right, this is the world's ninety-eighth assassin who fought Yang Feng before, Mei!
Before he could finish speaking, he pulled out a sharp dagger from his person and flashed it under the streetlights in the daylight.
"Hey, hey, this isn't fair! Aren't you going to let me say my last words?"
Yang Feng shrugged, a hint of helplessness on his face.
"Why all the nonsense? Die!" The assassin, Mei, gripped her sharp dagger tightly, just as she was about to reach Yang Feng's heart.
Yang Feng sneered, lifted his foot, and left a size 42 shoe print on his abdomen.
"ah!!"
The assassin was suddenly thrown back, staggering and nearly falling to the ground. Her eyes widened in disbelief, and a thin line of blood trickled from the corner of her mouth as she spoke:
"How did your strength become so great?"
"Hmm... I've been eating better lately, so I've gotten stronger, huh?" Yang Feng slowly walked towards him, a hint of mockery on his lips.
"Pfft—" Assassin Mei spat out a mouthful of blood and staggered backward, clearly badly injured by the kick just now, but his physique was quite good.
"With your abilities, you're the world's 98th best assassin? You might as well die!"
Yang Feng's aura changed instantly, directly crushing him and forcing him to kneel down. He clenched his fist and punched Yang Feng hard in the head, making a sound like wind breaking.
"Wait, wait, please wait a moment, okay?" The assassin, Mei, sensed the approaching aura of death and hurriedly spoke up.
"I'll wait until you're numb!" Yang Feng continued to punch.
"I have a daughter who is not yet fifteen years old. She is seriously ill and needs..." Before the assassin could finish speaking, Yang Feng punched him and sent him flying. Like a kite with a broken string, he crashed heavily to the ground, half of his teeth coming out and his mouth covered in red blood.
However, he did not die; Yang Feng held back at the last moment.
"Alright, you can continue now. I just didn't like you, so I punched you first."
Yang Feng stepped forward, looked at his weak body, and said calmly, "After all, he was almost beaten to a pulp by him at the Xia family villa before, so how can I not get some interest back now?"
“My daughter is seriously ill. She is in a hospital in the United States and needs hundreds of thousands of dollars a day for treatment, otherwise she will die. Her mother passed away early, and she is my only relative. After I die, could you please take care of her for me? I beg you.”
The assassin, Mei, spoke incoherently, but still managed to say with all her might that she was no match for Yang Feng at this moment, and her only concern in this world was her daughter.
"Oh, what does that have to do with me?" Yang Feng said nonchalantly.
"I became an assassin only for my daughter, to save her. I have about ten million euros in a Swiss bank. Transfer five million to my daughter, and the rest is yours. Consider it..."
Before Killer Mei could finish speaking, Yang Feng stood up and walked back, leaving behind a sentence:
"You can leave now. Don't ever come to China again. China is a no-go zone for mercenaries and assassins. Remember that."
Yang Feng wasn't heartless. He could tell from the man's eyes that he was telling the truth. People can lie, but their eyes can't lie.
It is only with the psychological understanding inherent in the detective profession that one can make such discoveries.
The assassin stared blankly at Yang Feng, never expecting that this man would not kill her. Didn't he think she was lying?
He immediately said with great gratitude, "Very much, sir, I can tell you some information about the employer."
As an assassin, he would normally have no chance of revealing his employer's information, but Yang Feng's formidable strength had impressed him, and he had also shown mercy to his subordinates.
In addition, he is incredibly young. Before, he could only fight me, but now he can defeat me with ease.
That's why he had the idea of following him.
"Oh?" Yang Feng was a little curious and turned around, intending to hear what he had to say.
“My full name is Jack Barrett. Enchantress is just a code name for me as an assassin. I am a lone assassin, unlike some other assassins who are organized.”
The assassin paused for a while before slowly speaking, her words somewhat unclear.
"We accept missions through an international assassin network. We register and then accept missions, and our ranking increases based on the difficulty of the missions. You're at the bottom of the kill leaderboard, with most of the kills being ordinary people, and the bounty is one million."
(End of this chapter)
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Chapter 92 The Class Teacher is on a Business Trip
"Oh? Killing an ordinary student earns a million? Being an assassin is quite lucrative."
Yang Feng's eyes suddenly lit up, and he muttered to himself while stroking his chin.
"There are two main reasons why I became an assassin. The first, as you probably know, is to save my daughter. The other is to constantly train myself so that one day I will have the strength to avenge my wife. That's right, revenge!!"