Yang Fei returned to the car but didn't start the engine immediately.

He lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, then slowly exhaled the smoke.

He let the smoke dissipate inside the car.

The ever-changing smoke in the air seemed like vivid smiling faces, flickering before Yang Fei's eyes.

Yang Fei fell silent, his eyes gradually moistening.

The bloody battle at the Amazon River, where the Evil Dragon Soldier King encountered the world's most terrifying terrorist force, the Alliance of Gods, almost everyone perished.

To avoid unnecessary international disputes, the Evil Dragon Soldier King executed this mission with their military and national status removed.

They fought secretly as international mercenaries.

This meant that the family members of the fallen warriors received no compensation, no special care.

Many military families were unaware if their loved ones were even alive.

Most of these family members were living in extreme poverty.

The brothers of the Evil Dragon Special Combat Team were gone, yet Yang Fei survived.

The Evil Dragon Brothers lived and died as one; they sacrificed for Yang Fei, so Yang Fei lived for them.

All the families of the fallen Evil Dragon warriors were Yang Fei's family.

These bereaved families needed care.

They deserved a more dignified, enviable life more than anyone else.

Yang Fei didn't care about offending people.

Throughout his life, he had offended many people, and countless enemies wished to feast on his flesh and drink his blood.

However, Yang Fei didn't care about any of that.

"A man should know what he should and shouldn't do."

If offending one Fang Tang could bring greater security and a more dignified life to his cherished ones,

then offending ten Fang Tangs wouldn't matter.

Therefore, Yang Fei needed money.

Yang Fei sat in the Land Rover, finished his cigarette slowly.

Then, he started the engine and drove away.

The series of assassinations had made Yang Fei wary.

The last time, he had stumbled upon Lin Xueyi's room at the Lanting Hotel.

This time, it was on the street.

Whenever Yang Fei thought about being sniped by an assassin in the Energy Transformation Realm, it was impossible not to feel fear.

However, this brat's thoughts were different from others.

"The fact that my little life could attract such a top-notch expert means what?"

"It absolutely means that my charm is overflowing."

With this sort of A-Q-style mindset, Yang Fei not only wasn't scared but rather smug.

When he returned to the hotel, he happened to see Li Hong.

She was tapping away at a computer game at the counter.

Yang Fei smiled mischievously and walked over.

As usual, he smacked Li Hong on the shoulder with a loud "pa": "Li Hong, move over a bit for your brother."

Li Hong exclaimed and covered her shoulder, clicking the mouse a few times in vain.

Li Hong was playing an old game called Drunken Journey to the West.

She was at a critical juncture when Yang Fei startled her, causing her to lose control.

In less than two seconds, the words "game over" appeared on the computer screen.

Li Hong turned around and complained to Yang Fei: "Brother Fei, you scared me to death."

"I thought the boss lady was back. You're so bad, taking advantage again."

Yang Fei chuckled, recalling the touch earlier: "Little girl, you've grown again. What have you been eating recently?"

Although Li Hong was a long-time employee at the Lanting Hotel and familiar with Yang Fei,

in the end, she was still a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl. When Yang Fei teased her, she stamped her foot and pouted, then went upstairs.

Near noon, it was the quietest time of day for the hotel, with hardly anyone around.

Yang Fei closed the game screen, a serious expression forming on his face.

He opened a browser, typed in a strange URL, and pressed Enter.

The webpage slowly loaded.

A strange black-and-white website appeared in front of Yang Fei.

The site's interface was incredibly simple, with even the decorative base images in black, white, and gray.

The base image was a broken military spike lying in a large pool of black-and-white blood.

This kind of image made one feel a chill at first glance.

This mysterious and simple website held supreme status in the minds of the world's top assassins and bounty hunters, known as the Youming Corporation.

This website, rich with Huaxia cultural flavor, hosted all high-value assassin deals and bounty missions globally.

Countless tycoons and political giants posted bounty orders here.

And countless bounty hunters and assassin kings accepted various missions here.

The Youming Corporation's role was to maintain mutual trust and protect the interests of both parties.

Simultaneously, the Youming Corporation drew part of the earnings from the substantial transaction fees.

Yang Fei glanced at the site and rolled his eyes helplessly.

The taste of the person in charge of this lousy website was still terrible.

The military spike and that pool of black blood were utterly weak.

He entered his account and password.

Then, on the website's subsequent interface, Yang Fei searched for recent tasks using Huaxia Mountain Province as the regional keyword.

Assassin activity in Huaxia was generally minimal.

The powerful Hidden Dragon Nine Divisions guarded Huaxia, particularly with the strong rise of the Evil Dragon Soldier King.

Any top assassin attempting to commit a crime within Huaxia borders needed to have nerves of steel.

The search results surprised Yang Fei.

Within the Shan Province, there were a total of five bounty missions.

The bounty targeting Yang Fei wasn't ranked first.

The top-ranked one was posted anonymously with an amount as high as twenty million.

And the target of this bounty was someone Yang Fei knew.

The person targeted for assassination turned out to be Su Yinxue!

Moreover, the second bounty mission also targeted Su Yinxue.

This time, the bounty amount reached fifteen million.

Yang Fei knew that Su Yinxue's identity was undoubtedly not simple.

But he hadn't expected Su Yinxue's life to be worth over thirty-five million Huaxia currency.

Yang Fei was stunned.

As far as he knew, the small company Su Yinxue founded was worth no more than fifty million in total.

The company had just started operating and had no vicious commercial competition.

Who would be willing to pay such a high price to kill Su Yinxue?

Yang Fei suddenly recalled the assassin who had burst out of Lin Xueyi's room the last time.

Could that person have entered the wrong room?

Was their intended target originally Su Yinxue?

Yang Fei lightly slapped his forehead and smiled bitterly.

Su Yinxue's room booking indeed had hidden motives.

These little vixens were not easy to deal with!

Next, the third bounty mission was to assassinate Yang Fei, with a bounty amount of eight million.

Yang Fei chuckled coldly.

The battle at the Amazon River should have erased Yang Fei's name from the assassin circles; now, he was just an ordinary odd-job man at a hotel.

Who would be willing to pay such a high price to assassinate him?

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