Although there are good ways to have sex among the eight outer sects, Qin Feng himself is really a rookie.
It was the first time in Qin Feng's life not to mention kissing a woman, but to hold her hand, so after kissing Meng Yao, he immediately stammered and apologized.
There is a saying that the IQ of men and women in love will decrease. If it were the usual Qin Feng, it would be natural to see that the anger on Meng Yao's face is also shy.
"Fool, why are you saying sorry?"
After hearing Qin Feng's words, Meng Yao laughed out loud. In her impression of Qin Feng, he was a man who was sunny, knowledgeable, and profound.
However, the silly look shown by Qin Feng at this time made Meng Yao feel more real and cute, and the feeling of the lip contact just now was really good.
"So you are teasing me?" Looking at Meng Yao who was smiling, Qin Feng suddenly came back to his senses.
"Silly girl, go to bed quickly!"
Qin Feng knew that Meng Yao had just undergone surgery and his emotions should not fluctuate too much. He pressed his hands on Meng Yao's head with slight force, injecting the slightest bit of true energy into it.
"So...so sleepy."
Under the influence of Qin Feng's true energy, Meng Yao couldn't help but yawn and murmured: "Qin Feng, you...you want to stay here with me, okay?"
"Don't worry, I will be here with you."
Qin Feng's voice seemed to have a magical power, making Meng Yao unable to hold on to the intrusion of sleep any longer, his head tilted slightly to sleep.
At around five o'clock in the morning, Qin Feng quietly left the ward. After a while, the doctor would come to check the ward, but he couldn't tell when he came in.
Qin Feng found a secluded place in the hospital and stayed there until about eight o'clock in the morning. When more people in the hospital began to arrive, he blended into the crowd and walked out of the hospital.
For the whole day, Qin Feng wandered around the hospital. He had a feeling that the killer must not have left Las Vegas, and maybe he was still planning the next assassination.
"Grandpa, I have never failed on a mission. Don't worry, I will definitely be able to kill that person."
The second floor of a jewelry store on the Las Vegas Strip was converted into several rooms for employee accommodation.
At this time, in the room next to the window, a thin Asian face was talking on the phone while looking at the bustling crowd on the Las Vegas Strip downstairs.
This man with an Asian face was very pale and looked to be in his late twenties or nineteen at most. His right hand was wearing a pair of white gloves, hanging unnaturally at the side of his legs.
"Silver Fox, your mission is to kill Albert in New York, not to stay in Las Vegas..."
A slightly old and ruthless voice came from the phone, "No one will pay even a dime for that Hong Kong Islander named Wu Zhe. You are all doing useless work now..."
"Grandpa, aren't there already silver leopards at Albert's side?"
Silver Fox looked at his right hand and said: "Grandpa, that person seems to be proficient in the skills of the killer sect. I suspect that he has received relevant training or has something to do with the killer sect.
The reason why Silver Fox said this was to get his grandfather, who is now the top leader of the killer organization, to agree to allow him to continue to stay in Las Vegas to pursue Qin Feng.
This is because since his debut, every time Silver Fox takes a shot, he has always killed with one hit. He did not rely on his grandfather to become an S-class killer, but actually relied on the points he earned from completing tasks to rise up.
However, when completing the task of assassinating Albert this time, Silver Fox failed and was stabbed in the right hand by the opponent, suffering the biggest loss since his debut.
This knife pierced the entire back of the hand. Although the right hand was not disabled, the blade had damaged some meridians in the hand. Even after it healed, it would not be as flexible as usual.
In addition to forbearance and brains, the most important thing for a killer is his hands. Whether it is a firearm or a cold weapon, his hands are the most effective tools for assassination.
But now that his right hand was severely injured, Silver Fox hated the person who had caused trouble to the core. He even gave up chasing Albert and monitored Chen Shihao and others all day long, waiting for "Wu Zhe" to appear.
However, Yinhu did not expect that Qin Feng disappeared for several days after the restaurant incident. It was not until yesterday that he found Qin Feng's whereabouts again, and then the incident of bloodshed on the streets took place.
But this incident made Yinhu even more depressed. He found the right target but killed the wrong person. Later, when he saw that nothing could be done, he could only retreat angrily.
But for a killer like Silver Fox, temporary retreat and giving up are two different concepts. If he doesn't kill that "Wu Zhe", Silver Fox will always have a sense of frustration lingering in his heart.
That's why Yinhu tried to persuade his grandfather to stay in Las Chongs for a few more days, because like Qin Feng, Yinhu could also feel that the other party was also looking for him.
"Kung Fu of the Killer Gate? Silver Fox, are you sure?" After hearing Silver Fox's words, the voice on the other end of the phone first showed some emotional fluctuations.
"Yes, Grandpa, I can feel it, he is the same kind of person as us!"
Silver Fox nodded, but immediately reacted. The other party couldn't see his expression through the phone, so he quickly said solemnly: "And his technique of throwing away the flying knife and the movement technique of avoiding himself are all the same as what you taught me back then.
Very similar..."
"Okay then, I'll give you another chance."
The old voice on the other end of the phone said after a long while: "If we can't get rid of him, go back to New York immediately to help Silver Leopard kill Albert. Our client is already very impatient..."
"Grandpa, don't worry, I was careless the first two times, I will definitely kill him this time!"
Hearing his grandfather's agreement, Yin Hu showed a ferocious smile. He was not afraid that he would not be able to find Qin Feng, because the girl who helped Qin Feng block the gun was lying in the hospital at this time.
Although the first rule of the Assassin's Sect is not to kill innocent people in vain, even his grandfather didn't care much about those rules, let alone Silver Fox.
For Silver Fox, as long as he can successfully complete the task, Silver Fox will not have any reaction no matter how many people die. Human life is really as insignificant in his heart.
"Pay attention to safety, and come back immediately if you don't do anything wrong..." The voice on the phone was silent for a while, and said: "Your father and second uncle are gone, and you are the only one left in the Yuwen family."
Although the person who spoke had been ruthless all his life, he had only one grandson left by his side two years ago, so his words couldn't help but become softer.
"I know, grandpa, don't worry!"
Silver Fox agreed and then hung up the phone. When he thought about it, he really underestimated his opponent the first two times, which led to two failed assassinations. But in this third time, he will definitely kill that "Wu Zhe"
solved.
"Huh? What's going on? So noisy?"
Just as Yin Hu had just hung up the phone, he heard a burst of yelling and cursing. He couldn't help but frown, turned around, picked up the phone on the table, and dialed a number.
"William, what happened? Why is it so noisy?" Silver Fox said somewhat unhappily.
"Oh, boss, someone is looking for trouble. I'm solving it. It'll be fine soon. Oops.
There was a rush of voice on the other end of the phone, but before the words could be finished, the phone was disconnected, and in Silver Fox's ears, the call from downstairs became louder.
"Trash..." Listening to the "beep" sound on the phone, Silver Fox thought for a moment, then got up, opened the door, and walked to the first floor.
As a top killer, hiding their whereabouts is the first lesson they learn, but this does not mean that killers cannot see the sun. In fact, many killers are engaged in various jobs like ordinary people.
Almost every top killer has at least three public identities. The owner of a jewelry store is one of the identities of Silver Fox.
Speaking of which, Yinhu is quite talented in business. From eight years ago when he was just nineteen years old, he used his own mission money to open his first jewelry store in New York. Until now, Yinhu has opened fourteen chain stores in the United States.
Jewelry Shop,
In addition, Silver Fox has four branches in the UK and France. The wealth earned from these businesses each year far exceeds the money Silver Fox makes from missions.
However, the blood flowing in Silver Fox's body is full of darkness and cunning. Money is not important to him. He needs the pleasure of controlling other people's life and death more.
The excitement after successfully completing the mission made him feel unable to extricate himself, so in just eight years, Silver Fox became the highest-level person in the profession of killer.
Of course, running a jewelry store is also a pleasure for Silver Fox after performing tasks.
Silver Fox's current public identity is that he is a member of the American Jewelry Association, and he attends many related conferences every year. No one would have thought that this young and promising Chinese-American's true identity is a killer.
"William, what happened?" Silver Fox couldn't help but frown when he came down from the second floor to the store, because he saw a clear palm print on the right side of William's face.
At the door of the store, there were four or five young people with tattoos on their arms, wearing hip-hop style clothes.
Two of them were carrying baseball bats and beating them on the ground. Seeing this, the customers outside the door hurriedly avoided the jewelry store.
"Boss, he...they are here to collect protection money!"
William covered the right side of his face, walked up to Silver Fox and whispered: "Boss, you go up first, these people are not easy to mess with, they are not even afraid of the police..."
