A miraculous doctor descended from the heavens.

"Greetings, Master." Gu Feng's progress was obvious—he had not only learned to use modern communication tools, but he had also learned to use polite language quite well.

"Yes. Gu Feng, Han Han told me everything that happened today. You've done a great job again."

"Please don't mock me, Master. I'm just doing this because I'm paid to do what I'm supposed to do." Gu Feng's tone was not without self-deprecation.

"That's not how it works. According to Hanhan, today's assassination attempt was quite large-scale. The fact that you managed to escape unscathed proves that Ding Sheng and I weren't wrong about it." The clerk praised her, then asked, "Do you have any clues about where these people came from? I went to that alley specifically to check. The rain was so heavy today that nothing was left at the scene. If you hadn't told me yourselves, no one would believe that a deadly fight had just taken place in that alley during the day."

"Could it be... that Master suspects that Hanhan and I are lying?" Gu Feng asked rhetorically.

"No, no, of course not. When I said nothing was left behind, I didn't mean there was absolutely nothing left—the marks from swords and knives were everywhere. Just looking at those, you can tell how horrific it was back then."

"So, what the advisor means is..."

"I mean, they didn't leave anything that would allow us to investigate further."

"Oh. Actually, it's not entirely without clues."

"Then tell me."

"There were eighteen assassins in total. Three of them were high-ranking ninjas, and one of them was already dead. He spoke in a foreign language before he died."

"Foreign language? You mean Japanese?" the advisor asked.

"I'm not entirely sure about that either, as I'm not very fluent in the language right now. But you can ask Hanhan; she was there listening at the time."

"But even if they are foreigners, it doesn't prove much. Shenzhen is taking off right now, with countless tourists and scholars from all over the world. It would be impossible to find out anything from them."

"Hehe. It's hard to find the living, but not so hard to find the dead," Gu Feng said calmly.

"You little rascal, do you already have an idea?" The advisor's eyes lit up.

"Yes. Master, listen to me..." Gu Feng explained his plan in detail over the phone.

The advisor listened attentively, nodding frequently, but at the end, he couldn't help but ask, "What if they took care of it quietly themselves?"

"If that's the case, there's nothing we can do. We can only wait until they come back next time and try to find a way to leave them alive," Gu Feng said helplessly.

"Okay, I'll handle this. I'll let you know as soon as I have any news," the advisor agreed over the phone.

"Well then, I'll trouble you, Master. Is there anything else you'd like to instruct Gu Feng? Or is there any message you'd like to share with him?"

"Haha, you're already a pro, you don't need me to teach you anymore."

"Master's words don't sound like a compliment, but rather like an insult." Gu Feng's face flushed slightly.

"No, these words are a sincere compliment to you. Gu Feng, perhaps sometimes you don't consider things thoroughly enough, but your fate and luck have precisely made up for that deficiency. There's really very little I can teach you from now on. The only thing I can say is that I wish you smooth sailing and success in everything you do."

"Then... I'll take your kind words, Master."

Gu Feng agreed, but a faint sense of loss rose in his heart.

This time, when he spoke with the advisor, he felt that something had changed, or that the advisor was hinting at something to him.

He couldn't tell whether it was the former or the latter for a moment.

After hanging up the phone, Gu Feng still felt a bit lost—could it be that he was just overthinking things?

Today, the era of internet information technology is already all-encompassing.

Men, women, young and old, everyone has learned to use the internet.

Some people love to stay at home, some like to hang out in internet cafes, and some can't live without the internet but love to show off, so they simply carry a laptop and go online wherever they go.

The Guoning Internet Cafe on Shiping Road is hardly a pleasant place to be, and it's right next to a main road, making it noisy and bustling with people and vehicles. Yet, surprisingly, it always does good business.

At this moment, in an inconspicuous corner, sat a fat man whose appearance was so ordinary that he would be easily lost in a crowd.

The fat guy doesn't surf the internet like others do—he opens games, web pages, movies, Kugou Music, and several QQ accounts, as if he wants to monopolize the entire network cable.

He simply opened QQ quietly.

This fat guy's QQ account is quite special: the number is only six digits, but the level is three suns, which means it's an old account that he's used for many years, at least ten years.

If it were put up for auction online, it could easily fetch a thousand or two thousand yuan.

What's puzzling is that although the fat man's QQ account was online, it didn't have his avatar flashing or messages constantly popping up like other people's. It just stayed online quietly—as quiet as the fat man himself.

The fat man wasn't in a hurry. He just crossed his arms and stared at the screen, as if he had come here for nothing other than to fill those two hours of upgrade time.

The internet cafe manager occasionally glanced at his nickname as he passed by and almost burst out laughing—"The Killer Is Not Cold".

How dare this ordinary-looking fat guy call himself an assassin?

The administrator smiled and returned to his seat, immediately changing his nickname to "No Air Conditioning in Summer".

The administrator was a bit funny, but the fat man didn't have a single smile line on his face.

His expression was calm, yet a hint of seriousness was imperceptible; his eyes remained fixed on the screen.

The administrator was making fun of the customers who came to the store, while the fat man was waiting for his "customers" to come online.

The fat man chose this internet cafe for no particular reason.

Firstly, there are many people around here, and no one would pay attention to someone who looks like him.

Secondly, even if someone tracks his IP address, they can only trace it to this internet cafe at most.

An hour passed, and the fat man remained motionless.

His QQ account also automatically switched to an "away" status.

Two hours passed, and the fat man remained frozen in place, as if petrified.

The administrator was puzzled and couldn't help but think of that common joke online: picking up girls is like logging onto QQ; just coax her for two hours every day, and you'll soon have "suns" (online status).

Could this person have come specifically to wait for the "sun"?

Just as the administrator was secretly amused, the fat man suddenly moved.

His chubby hands, with fingers so thick you could barely see them, were typing on the keyboard at an incredible speed, leaving the administrator completely stunned.

But when he came to his senses and realized that he was staring at a fat man instead of a beautiful woman, he lost interest and went back to his "film project".

The fat man's commotion had nothing to do with the administrator, nor was it because he suddenly wanted to show off his typing speed.

It was because—in the lower right corner of his computer screen, the avatar he had labeled "Customer 378" and whose original nickname was "Passerby in the Great Era" suddenly shook at him.