"Alright, now that you've finished searching, hurry up and leave!" Yang Feng said calmly, looking at the two of them.
"There's still one place we haven't checked!" At this moment, one of the long-haired thugs in black spoke again, then fixed his gaze on Han Shilan, a wicked thought flashing across his face.
"It's this woman! Because of the current level of disguise..."
Before he could finish speaking, his body shot out like a cannonball, crashing hard into the wall of the corridor with a loud bang.
"Bang!"
Yang Feng's eyes were icy cold as he looked at the black-clad thug lying unconscious in the corridor and said coldly:
"You're pushing your luck! You even dare to make a move on my woman!"
Upon hearing these words, Han Shilan, who was standing beside her, felt a strong sense of security.
Another thug in black couldn't help but swallow hard when he saw this. He hadn't even seen how Yang Feng made his move before his companion was sent flying.
Originally, the two of them seemed to have designs on this rich second-generation woman. After all, this rich second-generation might just be playing around, and besides, in their view, East Asians were basically all sick men, how could they possibly defeat them, Europeans and Americans?
However... the truth proved them wrong.
(End of this chapter)
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Chapter 345 Hua Xuanxuan's True Strength
"Gurgle..."
Another thug in black swallowed hard, his eyes filled with terror as he looked at Yang Feng. He took a small step back and said in a trembling voice:
"We were sent by Mr. Roschel. How dare you obstruct our inspection? You will be punished by him..."
Before he could finish speaking, Yang Feng rushed over and kicked him outside, sending him crashing into the wall, causing a trickle of blood to escape from the corner of his mouth.
"You can tell him everything that happened here! Tell him to come find me. Oh, and remember my name—Yang Feng. Now get lost!"
Yang Feng slowly approached him, a cold smile playing on his lips as he spoke.
He wasn't afraid of Roschel coming after him at all; if she did, he could just... complete his assassination mission!
"You... wait, Chinese, don't be too arrogant!" With that, the black-clad thug helped another black-clad thug up from the ground and staggered away.
Only after disappearing from Yang Feng's sight did he take out his phone and call Roschel.
“Mr. Luo, in room 411 on the fourth floor, they stopped our search and even injured our people!”
"Huh? There's such a thing! Alright, I understand. You guys come back first, and let the others search the rest. As for room 411, I'll send someone else there."
On the other end of the phone, Roschel frowned as she stood in VIP Room One, gazing out at the boundless sea, feeling utterly insecure.
He didn't know why he ended up on the assassin's list, and even more so, he was assigned the King of Assassins' mission.
This is a very dangerous situation, but fortunately, there are many skilled people around me.
In fact, besides Milis, Washington's top superhuman, there are others in the shadows!
At this moment, Yang Feng sat in a chair, holding a glass of water in one hand, his eyes flashing with light, until finally a murderous intent flashed, making the surroundings instantly cold.
It was like the dead of winter.
"Hiss~ Why did the room suddenly get so cold? Did you turn on the air conditioning?" Han Shilan gently combed her hair with a comb and suddenly felt the temperature drop in the surrounding environment, so she couldn't help but ask.
Upon hearing this, Yang Feng immediately withdrew the spiritual energy he had unintentionally released around him, sighed slightly, stood up, took the comb from Han Shilan's hand, and gently combed her hair.
Do you know how to comb hair?
Han Shilan sat in the chair, facing the glass mirror in front of her. When she saw Yang Feng's action, her heart warmed, and she immediately spoke.
"Won't."
With a hint of affection in his eyes, Yang Feng looked at the back of her head, repeatedly moving her dark hair up and down, and replied softly.
"You don't know how to comb your hair, yet you still snatched my comb. That's just ridiculous."
Han Shilan spoke in a somewhat annoyed tone, but her beautiful eyes held an undeniable hint of coquettishness.
"Hmm...you can teach me, and then I can comb your hair for you."
Yang Feng paused for a moment, a faint smile appearing on his lips, and then spoke.
Upon hearing this, Han Shilan paused for a moment, then replied without hesitation, "Okay, I'll teach you."
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"You can't leave, woman from Korea!" On the first floor of the giant ship, inside the ship's interior, a dozen thugs in black had cornered a sexy Korean woman.
And this woman is Hua Xuanxuan.
"I didn't expect there to be a woman among the assassins. How interesting. You know, more than twenty assassins have already come to assassinate Mr. Luo, but they were all silently dealt with by Senior Milis. I didn't expect that you, a third-rate assassin, would think you could kill Mr. Luo? You're not even a martial artist or a superhuman. Aren't you just throwing your life away?"
The burly man leading the group was dressed in striking black clothes and had a scar on his face. His name was Xiahou Wu, and his strength was comparable to the peak of the Xuan rank.