Chapter 910: Chapter 927: Dark Sky
The Stick Man’s eyes were filled with intense killing intent as he lunged directly towards Ye Feng, looking at Ye Feng as if he were a dead man already, knowing his dagger was about to pierce into Ye Feng’s heart.
Ye Feng quickly raised his other hand; his arm was as swift as lightning, incredibly fast.
"Bang!" - The Stick Man’s dagger hadn’t even touched Ye Feng before Ye Feng grabbed his neck, lifting him like a chick.
The Stick Man was stunned. He had thought at such close range, his sudden attack would leave Ye Feng with no chance to dodge, that he’d definitely be killed. But Ye Feng had effortlessly subdued him instead.
This left the Stick Man deeply shocked, his eyes immediately showing a look of fear.
"Speak! Where’s Ali?" Ye Feng frowned; even his patience was limited. This was already the third time—Ali had provoked him three times in total.
Once on the cruise ship, again after disembarking on the train, and now, this was the third time.
"Please, spare my life, sir! I know I was wrong. I’m begging you to let me go, please!" The Stick Man pleaded in terror.
Although Ye Feng had already known that this was an assassin, his real identity wasn’t the Stick Man.
Yet his true nature was no different from the Stick Man’s. Upon realizing he was no match for Ye Feng, the cowardly side appeared, with fear evident in the assassin’s eyes.
Ye Feng calmly said, "Tell me Ali’s information, and I’ll spare your life!"
The assassin shook his head in terror, "No... No... I don’t know anything about Ali. I only received a mission, and there’s no information on the employer!"
"Swish!" Just then, Ye Feng felt a chill down his spine and instinctively dodged.
"Pfft!" A bullet flew over, piercing through the Stick Man assassin’s head directly.
Blood dripped out as the Stick Man was killed before he knew what happened.
On the top of a tall building hundreds of meters away, a middle-aged man in a black suit and sunglasses gazed with disdain, "That useless Stick Man couldn’t even handle a trash from Dragon Country!"
Then, the assassin with sunglasses aimed the scope of his sniper rifle again, intending to kill Ye Feng as well.
However, in an instant, a chill ran through the sunglasses assassin’s body, making him shiver uncontrollably, as if an icy current instantly swept through him.
Through the scope, he saw Ye Feng staring at him, the icy eyes like the gaze of Death God, making his very soul tremble.
"Impossible!" The sunglasses assassin’s eyes were filled with terror, unable to fathom how his position was exposed. He had been hiding so well, only taking one shot, yet it should never have revealed his location.
But Ye Feng’s cold gaze clearly knew his position.
A foreboding feeling rose in the sunglasses assassin, filled with fear.
Meanwhile, Ye Feng turned to Lin Shiyu and Han Yi, saying, "You both head to the hotel first, I need to handle something!"
Lin Shiyu and Han Yi nodded, understanding Ye Feng’s meaning.
The sunglasses assassin inwardly said to himself, "No way, how could my position be exposed?"
Looking again at Ye Feng’s direction, the sunglasses assassin was shocked—Ye Feng was gone! Only Lin Shiyu, Han Yi, and Neil were left at the original spot.
"Where is he?" The sunglasses assassin was astounded; Ye Feng had still been in his sights just moments ago, and now he had suddenly disappeared.
"Are you looking for me?" Just then, a cold voice echoed in front of the sunglasses assassin.
His heart leaped as if it were about to jump out of his chest, filled with panic and mechanically turned around, finding Ye Feng standing right behind him!
"Impossible!" The sunglasses assassin’s heart surged with disbelief.
He was on the rooftop of a building over seven hundred meters behind Ye Feng, and just seconds ago, Ye Feng was still on the Stick Man’s side. Yet now, Ye Feng had appeared before him.
The sunglasses assassin stammered, "You... are you human or ghost?"
"Who is your employer?" Ye Feng asked coldly, uninterested in explaining further to the sunglasses assassin.
Immediately, one word came to the sunglasses assassin’s mind: "Escape!"
"Bang!" The sunglasses assassin immediately threw a smoke grenade, the place filling with thick smoke in an instant.
The sunglasses assassin turned to flee, pushing his speed to the limit.
But he hadn’t even taken a step when a hand reached out from the smoke.
This hand wasn’t moving particularly fast, yet it felt to the sunglasses assassin like an insidious magic, trapping him in quicksand, making it impossible to move.
Ye Feng seized the sunglasses assassin, lifting him as if he were a helpless chick.
"Now, who is your employer?" Ye Feng looked at the sunglasses assassin indifferently, devoid of any emotion.
That gaze, seeing him as no more than an ant, completely disregarded the sunglasses assassin.
With eyes filled with fear, the sunglasses assassin was utterly despairing. He finally realized the immense gap between himself and Ye Feng, understanding that escaping from him was impossible.
The sunglasses assassin, trembling with fear, said, "I don’t know who my employer is. I just received a mission from the organization. Only our superiors know who the employer is; assassins like us aren’t privy to such information!"
"Oh?" Ye Feng contemplated, needing to find Ali’s location. But in this country, Ye Feng’s intelligence network was weak.