Back in the day, any ordinary task for the White Wolf Troop raked in millions in commissions. Leading a mission once put at least two million in his pockets, enough to buy a car without a problem.
But now, his identity was that of a student. He couldn’t possibly go abroad to take on missions, could he? That was completely unrealistic.
After pondering for a while, Lin Feng got up from the bench and walked underneath a pedestrian bridge in the park. He leaned against the bridge pier, sighing at how unfair the world was. Had his bank card and ID reincarnated with him, his life wouldn’t be so complicated. He could just withdraw money and buy a luxury car!
Could it be that I, the revered King of Soldiers, have to stoop so low as to take up construction work?
Trying to hold back the tears, Lin Feng looked up at the sky and muttered sarcastically, "Heaven, give so money, or your son will be born without an asshole!"
FLUTTER, FLUTTER, FLUTTER...
To his astonishnt, as soon as the words left his mouth, hundred-dollar bills began to fall from the sky like rain!
Holy hell, did Heaven just answer my prayers?
Observing the falling banknotes, Lin Feng was at a loss for words. Dear Heaven, I was just kidding! You don’t really have to worry about your son being born without an asshole. What if it’s a daughter instead?
As the banknotes fell, a black briefcase also dropped from above with a SMACK! The sound startled Lin Feng, who was in the middle of thanking Heaven.
Imdiately after, he focused his senses, instantly pinpointing several shadows on the pedestrian bridge above his head!
This pedestrian bridge connected the park to the wide road on the other side. It was past 11 p.m., and typically, no one crossed it at this hour. But now, Lin Feng distinctly felt the presence of at least three people, along with a chilling killing intent!
A truly spine-chilling killing intent!
Lin Feng suddenly felt as if he was back in his days with the White Wolf Troop, fighting bloody battles to survive. Even from several ters away, he could still feel the killing intent—it was bone-chillingly cold!
"Assassins!"
After a long mont of silence, Lin Feng muttered the familiar yet strange word. "These aren’t just any assassins. They’re cold-blooded killers who’ve undergone professional training!"
Lin Feng’s mind rapidly recalled the nurous top-tier killer organizations he had long sealed away in his mory: Tiansha, the Violent Group, Rose Group...
These three killer organizations could be said to represent the most elite killer organizations in China, especially Tiansha, which had an extrely famous reputation in the international realm of assassins.
The Violent Group and the Rose Group, however, had a vast sphere of influence within China. Many high-level figures in the political and comrcial sectors usually chose to hire them to eliminate their adversaries rather than the highly-priced Tiansha assassins. Although they were cheaper, their success rate still reached 99%.
THUD!
While he was recalling these mories, a muffled sound resounded next to him. Turning his head, Lin Feng saw a body falling from the bridge!
The body belonged to a man dressed in a black suit, a fit and sturdy figure typical of professional bodyguards. He was dead, a dagger sticking out of his chest.
A one-hit kill, and the dagger is stained with fresh blood... This is... a Violent Group assassin!
The sight of the dagger stunned Lin Feng. He was all too familiar with the thods of the Violent Group assassins. In the past, the organization had sent many people to assassinate him, all of whom had never returned, their missions ending in failure. This had resulted in the Violent Group losing nearly ten of its top elite soldiers!
Perhaps Lin Feng himself was responsible for the bulk of the Violent Group’s 1% assassination failure rate!
Of course, several of Lin Feng’s subordinates from the White Wolf Troop had also lost their lives at the hands of the Violent Group’s assassins.
Between the Violent Group and White Wolf, there were no deals, only clashes. Even though the two organizations had never had any large-scale direct confrontations, they had long considered each other enemies!
The Violent Seven Sons... I wonder which of them has co this ti?
Curious, Lin Feng made his move. He stealthily climbed up a bridge pier and onto the footbridge.
On the footbridge, illuminated by the dim lamplight from below, four shadowy figures stood still.
Two n, dressed as bodyguards with daggers in their hands, were guarding a middle-aged man. In front of them lay the scattered parts of a disassembled handgun.
Standing opposite them was a man with a flat-top haircut in a black trench coat, nearly 1.8 ters tall. He looked thin, but his re presence exuded a numbing chill that could be felt several ters away.
This was the aura of a top assassin!
The man’s hands were tucked into his sleeves. No one knew what weapon he held, but Lin Feng, hiding nearby, knew that if Violent Group assassins weren’t using guns, their weapon would invariably be a special dagger—the Violent Blade.
The Violent Blade was a dagger refined with poison. Upon contact with blood, its entire edge would turn blood-red. Once it wounded soone, the poison would spread, and death was inevitable, with no cure! This was precisely why the Violent Group had such an astonishingly high assassination success rate.
When Lin Feng’s gaze fell upon the middle-aged man being guarded by the pair of bodyguards, he was stunned. This middle-aged man was the very sa Ning Fuxun whom he had saved not too long ago near Jiangzhou University!
Damn, how many enemies does this old man have? Third Master He of the Axe Gang wants to kill him, and now this Violent Group assassin wants to kill him too. It seems his identity isn’t simple at all!
A chill ran down Lin Feng’s spine, but he felt he had no choice. Sigh, I’ve already saved him once. If I don’t step in this second ti, wouldn’t my first rescue have been in vain...?
Having decided to save Ning Fuxun, Lin Feng sprang over the bridge railing and slowly approached the scene of the incident a few ters away. Given the sharp senses of the Violent Group’s assassins, he had to be extra careful.
The Violent Group assassin was standing approximately four ters away from Ning Fuxun. Two bodyguards stood in front of Ning Fuxun, their bodies completely shielding him.
A bodyguard had just used a money-filled briefcase and his own life to protect Ning Fuxun. But now, how would Ning Fuxun escape?
The Violent Group assassin’s hand trembled slightly, and two daggers appeared in his right hand.
The Violent Group assassin began inching towards Ning Fuxun, one step at a ti. In his eyes, the two bodyguards shielding Ning Fuxun were as good as dead.
Ning Fuxun, who had always maintained his calm and composure, was also extrely nervous at this point. In the past, whenever he faced assassins of lesser strength, his bodyguards were more than capable of handling them. This was especially true for his personal bodyguard, Wang Hu. However, today, Wang Hu was not by his side, and the assassin before him sent a chilling fear down his spine.
This is a genuine cold-blooded assassin! Ning Fuxun thought with a sinking feeling.
Two of his four bodyguards had been killed by the assassin in an instant, with no chance to fight back! For the first ti, Ning Fuxun felt death so chillingly close!
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