What long-term thoughts could Ye Aotian have? He just wanted to let his grandson spread his wings and fly freely. In Yanhuang Soul, there are indeed too many constraints, like every step being pre-arranged by the organization, inevitably causing some entanglement for Xiaofan.

Of course, Ye Aotian also knew that Capital City is a place full of hidden talents, and with Xiaofan's limited skills, he would definitely face setbacks. However, he never expected Mrs. Ren to forcefully marry her granddaughter to Xiaofan, causing Xiaofan to prematurely merge with over thirty years of Inner Strength. He also didn't expect Xiaofan to dive headfirst into the confrontation with Red Butterfly. However, this indirectly saved the life of his eldest son.

After leaving the Yanhuang Soul base, Xiaofan finally understood the twelve checkpoints that Lei Xiaolei mentioned before. The strictness of the defense indeed left Xiaofan amazed. Fortunately, Xiaofan didn't rashly decide to charge in from the front; otherwise, he would have suffered greatly.

It's four thirty in the afternoon; I can still make it back in time.

Xiaofan could only temporarily set aside the matter with Shen Zuimo. Knowing that Zuimo is currently living safely was enough, with her big brother taking care of things beside her, Xiaofan didn't need to worry too much. However, the fact that she always can't recall their past made Xiaofan quite sad. How could those memories be so easily erased?

It was past two in the afternoon when he returned to Capital City. There was definitely still time to get to the cultural palace. But Xiaofan first needed to return to his rented apartment to change clothes; he had been wearing the clothes from the Yanhuang Soul base, and his own set hadn't been washed yet. He'd need to change into something cleaner before meeting the elders.

"The target has appeared; he's already returned to the rented apartment. Sniper, prepare. The one in the brown clothes is him."

"Okay, as soon as he moves to the window, I'll blow his head off. Three million? A college student is worth three million? This is too easy."

"Don't underestimate him. Since Red Butterfly is offering such a price, it indicates this person is not simple. Take it seriously."

"Understood."

Hidden in the shadows, as Xiaofan's car returned to the vicinity, they began to secretly converse; their target seemed to be the one in the car.

After Xiaofan parked the car, he quickly ran upstairs, leaving Xiaolei waiting downstairs. He planned to change clothes before coming down.

But upon returning home, a strong sense of unease suddenly hit him. This feeling was familiar, just like in the evasion training room in Yanhuang Soul.

Xiaofan smiled wryly, perhaps he had developed an aversion to enclosed spaces.

After being away for a long time, the room was lacking in oxygen and had a strange smell. Xiaofan thought of opening the window for some fresh air. However, as he approached the window, that feeling grew even stronger.

'Whoosh.'

'Crash.'

The glass shattered and splintered everywhere.

"Impossible?"

"Sniper, what happened?"

"He… he seems to have dodged it."

"What? Dodged it? A college student dodged a bullet? Were you drunk last night and still not sober?"

"But, but I clearly aimed. Can't believe it. I'll try again."

'Whoosh, whoosh...'

Two consecutive shots were fired at the wall where Xiaofan was hiding. After the shots, the bullets penetrated through the wall into the room, but nothing was visible through the scope.

"Hey, Xiaolei."

"Hmm? What's up?" Receiving Xiaofan's call, Lei Xiaolei asked strangely. Clearly, Xiaofan was upstairs; a shout would suffice. Why call?

"A sniper has targeted me."

"What?"

"Don't panic, immediately get out of the car. There's a sniper roughly three hundred meters directly in front of my window. I'm not sure if there are accomplices, but snipers' close combat skills are usually weak. Try to subdue him; if you can keep him alive, that's best."

"Understood."

The assassins who came for Xiaofan consisted of three, and Xiaofan's judgment was spot on: the sniper's close combat ability was certainly weak, and he probably had accomplices waiting nearby to check on his status. They might already be outside the door.

Thanks to the evasion training in the Yanhuang Soul, if it weren't for that week's training, the first bullet could have ended his life.

Thinking about it slowly, Xiaofan felt a bit frightened, cold sweat started seeping out. Who exactly were these people? Why were they after his life? Were they from the Red Butterfly?

"Sniper, we're at the target's door; report the position of the target."

"He should still be by the wall next to the window without moving. I fired at that spot before, not sure if I hit him."

"Alright, stay extremely alert, and make sure not to hit us."

"Understood, don't worry."

'Bang. Bang, bang.'

After the conversation, one of them fired three shots into the rented apartment Xiaofan was in and then kicked the door open.

Two men rushed in, alertly scanning their surroundings.

However, a young man with a smile lay on the floor, looking at them.

'Whoosh, whoosh.'

Two toothpicks accurately struck the center of their brows, killing them instantly.

The two held guns, and a sniper rifle was aimed at him from behind; Xiaofan couldn't consider keeping them alive. Although he could dodge, this was no longer training—this was real combat. He couldn't take them lightly.

Nevertheless, somehow dispatching them with toothpicks revealed they weren't so formidable after all.

"Hey."

"Sorry, Xiaofan. Just as I caught the sniper, he tried to draw a pistol on me. I was about to wrestle the gun from him to subdue him, but he backed off in fear and accidentally fell off the roof."

"From which floor?"

"Nineteenth floor."

"Ha, what kind of quality are these assassins today? Anyone can be an assassin now?" Xiaofan scoffed. Frankly, if it were the old Ye Xiaofan, he would not have evaded this assassination attempt. But now more powerful, he found this assassination attempt somewhat elementary.

"So, what now? There are many people watching."

"Call the police. Come here and wait for them to explain the situation. It's four fifteen now; I need to head to the cultural palace first."

"Oh, got it."

Xiaofan now couldn't dwell on who the assassins were. Ren Ying's mention of four thirty approached quickly, and Xiaofan wondered if Ren Ling could handle it.

Getting targeted by assassins wasn't something to take lightly; even while driving, Xiaofan remained vigilant, fearing another bullet might suddenly appear.

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