Warning! A hidden dragon has emerged!

The Fang family compound was brightly lit, yet eerily quiet.

Fang Mushou, Song Yunhui, Yao Guangsheng, and Shen Tianfang sat around a table, waiting anxiously.

"It's almost one in the morning, why haven't we heard from the lark yet?"

Yao Guangsheng looked down at his watch and couldn't help but ask a question.

"What's the panic?"

Song Yunhui glared fiercely at his useless apprentice, then immediately explained to everyone:

"The Nightingale is the 30th ranked gold-medal assassin of the Wind and Rain Pavilion. Her sniping skills are unparalleled, and even a ninth-rank grandmaster cannot escape her kill. Tonight, Qin Quan is doomed."

"Hahaha, as long as we can kill that kid, this 10 billion is well spent!"

Fang Mushou laughed maniacally. In order to kill Qin Quan, he sold his assets and paid 100 billion yuan in two installments.

Song Yunhui was confident and had a mysterious self-assurance.

"You've never been in contact with the Wind and Rain Tower, so you naturally don't understand their rules. As long as the target isn't dead, their assassinations will never stop."

"Even if the employer dies and the assassin who carried out the mission dies, they will continue to send out even more skilled assassins to continue the assassination until the mission is completed."

The reason why Fengyulou can maintain its position as the number one assassin in the world is because of its ruthlessness and its reputation for never giving up.

"Alright! Let's wait and see!"

creak...

Just then, the door was suddenly pushed open.

Everyone was overjoyed, thinking that the lark had returned.

They all turned to look at the door, their faces full of anticipation.

Fang Mushou chuckled and gestured for everyone to relax. "Don't be nervous, everyone. My takeout has arrived. Let's eat while we wait!"

Time passed second by second.

Neither the lark nor the deliveryman was to be seen.

"What's wrong with delivery drivers these days? I'm definitely going to give them a bad review later."

Fang Mushou's face darkened, and he was about to get up to check.

despair!despair!despair!

The steady footsteps approached slowly from afar.

Immediately afterwards, a dark figure walked in against the light.

As soon as the light illuminated their faces, the four people in the room froze instantly, the air seemed to solidify, and even their breathing stopped.

"Qin Quan?!"

Fang Mushou screamed, his voice trembling, and his body retreated uncontrollably.

"You...how come you're not dead? What...what are you doing at my house in the middle of the night?"

Qin Quan had a faint smile on his face, but his eyes were as cold as ice.

The force fell upon the four people, like the gaze of death itself.

It made them feel cold all over, their hearts pounded, and they were so nervous that their teeth started chattering.

"Oh, everyone's here? What a coincidence!"

Qin Quan surveyed the entire room, his smile deepening, but a murderous intent surged in his eyes.

He only wanted to settle scores with Fang Mushou, but he didn't expect that all his enemies were there.

"Tell me, who hired the assassin tonight? Who is the mastermind, and who is the accomplice?"

"snort!"

Song Yunhui snorted coldly and met Qin Quan's gaze without flinching.

"You destroyed my master and me, crippled my disciple's dantian, and broke both of his legs. I wish I could tear you to pieces. Was it wrong for us to hire an assassin?"

"The idea was good, but unfortunately, they miscalculated."

Qin Quan glanced at the other person indifferently, his eyes full of disdain.

"He who kills will be killed by others."

As soon as he finished speaking, he slowly raised his hand and pointed out with one finger.

Whoosh!

A sharp arrow of spiritual energy shot out and instantly pierced Song Yunhui's forehead.

There was a loud bang.

Song Yunhui's head exploded like a watermelon, splattering red and white matter all over Fang Mushou and the other two.

When had the three of them ever seen such a scene before?

He was so frightened that he froze on the spot, completely dumbfounded.

Shen Tianfang felt a shiver run through his body, and his crotch was instantly soaked.

He was so scared he peed himself!

thump!

He felt his legs go weak, and his body uncontrollably collapsed to his knees, kowtowing repeatedly and begging for mercy.

"Ah...don't kill me! I didn't contribute any money or effort, I'm just a puppet! Please spare my life, considering I haven't touched Lin Wanrou in the past three years."

"roll!"

Qin Quan didn't even glance at Shen Tianfang.

He's just a puppet; killing him would only dirty your hands.

"Thank you, Master Qin! Thank you, Master Qin!"

Shen Tianfang felt as if he had been granted a pardon and tried to escape as fast as he could.

Right now!

Whoosh!

A bullet ripped through the night sky with a piercing whistling sound, hurtling towards Qin Quan's back at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye!

The rooftop of a department store, a kilometer away.

The lark, dressed in a black leather jacket, lay on the ground, white smoke billowing from the muzzle of her sniper rifle, her eyes filled with ruthlessness.

"I refuse to believe this one shot won't kill you!"

Tonight, after her failure at Qing Shi Farm, she followed him all the way, bringing with her special seed bullets designed to target high-level martial artists, with a firing rate of up to 1800 meters per second.

She was certain that at that speed, no one could dodge her bullets.

The incident happened so suddenly that Qin Quan had no time to dodge.

Driven by his fighting instincts, he subconsciously raised his arm, gathering immense spiritual energy in his palm, and suddenly grabbed forward.

Clang!

The sound of clashing weapons suddenly rang out.

He managed to catch the incoming special seed bullet firmly in his hand.

As the spiritual energy surged, fine cracks appeared on the surface of the bullet.

……

Catching a bullet with bare hands!

"What kind of monster is this?"

From the top of the department store, the lark could see Qin Quan's movements clearly through the scope.

The cracked special seed bullet was casually tossed on the ground by Qin Quan. She felt her whole body stiffen, and her back was instantly soaked with cold sweat.

A deep-seated fear swept over my entire body.

"This idea is too bold; it must be reported!"

"withdraw!"

The lark dared not linger; it grabbed a spent cartridge from the ground, picked up its sniper rifle, and fled for its life.

She didn't even have the courage to look back.

As the top assassin of the Wind and Rain Pavilion, she has never been defeated.

No one has ever seen anyone catch her special seed bullet with their bare hands.

This man is not human.

Qin Quan gazed in the direction of the department store, his deep eyes seemingly able to pierce through the thick darkness of the night and reach the rooftop.

"It's that damned killer again, he's like a persistent ghost."

Everyone in the room was completely focused on Qin Quan and didn't even notice the bullet that had just been fired.

It wasn't until the crisp sound of the bullet hitting the ground that they snapped out of their daze, their eyes darting around, each harboring their own secrets.

Fang Mushou forced himself to remain calm, but a sliver of hope flickered in his heart.

"The lark has made its move!"

Yao Guangsheng's lips curled into a sinister smile, secretly pleased with himself.

"Good! Quickly kill this bastard and avenge my master."

Seeing that Qin Quan was unharmed, Fang Mushou's face fell instantly, filled with extreme disappointment.

"Even this didn't kill him, not even a lark could!"

Qin Quan didn't say a word, but he took in all the little movements of the three out of the corner of his eye, and his killing intent intensified.

The special seed grazed past Shen Tianfang's ear, and the terrifying sonic boom made his eardrums ache.

He had been scrambling to escape, but he was so terrified that he froze on the spot, unable to move forward or backward.

My crotch was already half wet, and then it got even wetter, like a smudged map. I couldn't stop shivering.