While out picking up trash, I was forcefully pushed around by a beautiful female CEO.

"I'm your assassination target, so it's not surprising that you've seen me, is it?"

Sensing the dazed and confused look in the young assassin's words, Lin Feng didn't think much of it and instead chuckled softly.

"wrong……"

At this point, Duan Dao was completely bewildered.

This sense of familiarity definitely doesn't come from Lin Feng's facial features.

If he were familiar with Lin Feng's features and appearance, he should have recognized him at first glance upon seeing Lin Feng's photo.

But he didn't sense anything amiss when looking at Lin Feng's photo.

On the contrary, when the other party was hidden in the darkness and walked towards him with a military knife, in that instant, a sense of familiarity and fear etched deep in his soul enveloped and overwhelmed him like a tide.

"What's right or wrong?"

Lin Feng flicked the cigarette butt away, then stepped closer to the broken knife.

Seeing this, Duan Dao could only temporarily suppress the inexplicable sense of familiarity and fear in his heart, grit his teeth, and lunge forward with all his might towards Lin Feng.

Regardless of where this sense of familiarity comes from, as long as this person is killed, this mission will be complete!

But the next moment, Duan Dao suddenly tensed up.

His powerful strike was blocked with ease.

Lin Feng's military knife showed no sign of exerting any force, yet it blocked the dagger in his hand like a nail.

The blades clashed, sparks flying.

The faint light illuminated the contours of Lin Feng's face and his deep, calm eyes.

Looking into those eyes, the fear in Duan Dao's heart erupted once again for no apparent reason.

He went berserk, changed his moves, drew his knife, turned and thrust it diagonally toward Lin Feng's waist, but before he could finish the movement, a flash of cold light passed right before his eyes.

Then I felt a cool sensation in my neck, mixed with a stinging feeling, followed by a warm sensation, but this warmth was very short-lived.

Duan Dao clutched his neck, opening his mouth as if to say something, but only a strange wheezing sound came from his slashed throat. He felt as if air was leaking from his neck. He opened his mouth wide to breathe, but couldn't feel any air entering his mouth. He felt like a deflated balloon, his strength being drained away little by little, accompanied by an increasingly intense feeling of suffocation.

"Before you kill, you should be prepared to be killed. An assassin? Ha, that's not an easy job!"

Lin Feng wiped the bloodstains from the blade on the corner of his clothes, glanced at the broken sword, picked up the fallen dagger, and then turned to leave.

The broken sword lay limply on the ground, its hands still tightly clutching its neck, as if trying to reconnect its severed throat.

"Isn't this guy... only slightly stronger than a viper?"

Why?

"Why is it that even when I fight with all my might, I can't withstand a single move from him...?"

"And who exactly is this guy? Where does this feeling of familiarity come from?"

Duan Dao clutched his neck, his eyes bulging as he stared intently at Lin Feng's retreating figure.

Suffocation and blood loss caused his vision to gradually blur. In the thick, inky darkness, Duan Dao felt as if he had returned to that night in the South African rainforest two years ago.

Lin Feng's figure gradually merged with that blood-soaked, devilish figure...

"South Africa... rainforest... you are... JF-17..."

A wave of immense terror washed over him. Duan Dao tried his best to shout, so much so that his body arched like a shrimp under the force, but his broken throat was no longer enough to allow him to make any sound.

Lin Feng, who was about to go downstairs, turned around in confusion and saw Duan Dao staring at him with his almost bulging eyes, his throat making a wheezing sound like a broken bellows, but the sound was getting weaker and weaker.

Lin Feng couldn't understand what this resilient assassin was trying to say, nor was he interested. After giving him a brief glance, he simply stepped off the rooftop.

The moment Lin Feng descended, the broken sword also exhausted its last remaining strength, falling straight to the ground, blood pooling everywhere...

Downstairs, inside the villa.

Blood Wolf and Old Yan, who had just climbed over the courtyard wall, were already deathly pale.

They heard the commotion on the rooftop through their earpieces, so they kept calling out to Duan Dao, but there was no response from Duan Dao at all.

Blood Wolf and Old Yan exchanged a glance, and both saw deep fear in each other's eyes.

Then, almost without hesitation, the two turned around and started to climb back over the courtyard wall.

Just as the two men reached the top of the wall, two whooshing sounds rang out, followed by two military knives stabbing straight down from behind, piercing through Blood Wolf and Old Yan's bodies and embedding themselves in the wall.

The two of them remained pressed against the wall for a moment before slowly sliding down.

"You're already here, do you think you can just leave?"

Lin Feng stepped forward, drew his tactical straight knife, and looked at the two barely alive men with a half-smile. Pointing to the door, he said, "You two think you're assassins? Don't you have any brains? I didn't lock the door. You two can run through the door and maybe survive!"

"..."

Blood gushed from the mouths of Blood Wolf and Old Yan, and the fear and regret in their eyes gradually faded away along with their life force.

After confirming that both of them were dead, Lin Feng took off his blood-stained clothes and went upstairs to his bedroom.

Meng Qingyao's face was pale at this moment, and her body trembled noticeably when the bedroom door was pushed open.

Upon seeing that it was Lin Feng, she finally realized what was happening and rushed into his arms.

"It's alright now!"

Lin Feng smiled and patted Meng Qingyao on the shoulder. He could feel Meng Qingyao's body trembling slightly.

After all, with such a commotion, it was impossible for Meng Qingyao not to notice, and it was normal for her to be afraid.

"Lin Feng, have... all those assassins been dealt with?"

Meng Qingyao looked up at Lin Feng and asked with concern.

"A few escaped! But it shouldn't be a big problem; those who escaped probably won't dare to come back."

Lin Feng said with some helplessness, "There's no way around it. It's really troublesome to wipe out so many people in a short period of time."

Then, Lin Feng took out his phone and called Qin Xiao.

The call was connected quickly.

"Brother Feng? How are you?"

Qin Xiao asked with some concern.

"A few escaped. Arrange for some men to catch them. If you can, great. If not, it's fine. They're just low-level hitmen! I doubt they'll dare to make that kind of money again."

Lin Feng told the truth.

"Hehe, don't worry, Brother Feng, I've already made arrangements. My dad knows about this too, and he's already sent a lot of people to set up checkpoints at various intersections in the Binjiang Development Zone. These people won't be able to escape!"

Qin Xiao said with a smile.

"Well done! By the way, ask Uncle Qin to find some people to come and dispose of the bodies. Also, check the woods behind my villa. Those people will probably be hiding there for the night. Your sister-in-law is still here, and I can't leave. Oh, and send more people. There are quite a few killers who died, probably eighty or ninety."

Lin Feng did a rough calculation and said.

"Holy crap, so many? Should I have my dad bring a whole crematorium along?"

Qin Xiao was taken aback and couldn't help but exclaim.