The Flower of Espionage, Huang Fugui, and the Delivery Guy, Yellow Weasel

The Li Family was currently shrouded in a thick fog of sorrow.

White banners fluttered throughout the estate, and the sound of crying shook the heavens.

Li Tianhe, clad in mourning attire, knelt before the memorial hall, weeping with such heart-wrenching anguish, beating his chest and stamping his feet, that it seemed he might follow his father and brother at any moment.

His grief-stricken appearance moved all the mourners who had come to pay their respects, and they all praised the Li Family for raising such a filial son.

However, all of this took on a different meaning in Huang Fugui's eyes.

"Tsk tsk tsk, this acting is even more exaggerated than mine."

Huang Fugui squatted on the roof beam of the memorial hall, cracking melon seeds he'd somehow acquired, and clicked his tongue in wonder.

"The crying is loud, the expression is on point, but the eyes are a bit dry, can't even squeeze out a single tear. Two thumbs down!"

It remembered Lin Feng's orders and had brought the entire Li mansion under its surveillance.

During the day, Li Tianhe mourned in the memorial hall and received guests, behaving impeccably.

At night, he dismissed all the servants and returned to his room alone. The sorrow on his face vanished instantly, replaced by an almost pathological excitement and fervor.

He even took out a bottle of wine he had treasured for many years, poured himself a drink while looking in the mirror, and laughed like a child who weighed three hundred pounds.

"It's done... it's all done! Hahahaha!"

"Father, Brother, rest in peace! The Li Family will be mine from now on!"

Huang Fugui, watching from outside the window, curled its lips. "I knew it, this kid is definitely no good."

Just as Li Tianhe was envisioning his bright future in front of the mirror.

A shadow, almost indistinguishable from the night, appeared silently on his rooftop like a phantom.

It was an assassin, dressed in night-blooming clothes, revealing only a pair of cold eyes.

Its presence was concealed to the extreme, landing without a sound, like a falling feather.

"They're here!"

Huang Fugui's spirits instantly lifted. It stopped cracking melon seeds, its beady green eyes widening.

The assassin took out a blow dart as fine as a cow's hair from his huai, aimed at Li Tianhe below, and was about to strike.

Huang Fugui chuckled, opened its small mouth, and blew a gentle puff of air at the assassin's soles.

"Bone-Corroding Demonic Wind!"

The assassin, concentrating its energy, slipped underfoot as if stepping on a block of ancient ice. Its body tilted, and with a "plop," it fell directly from the rooftop, landing face-first in the dirt.

"Who?!"

Li Tianhe was startled and turned to see a black-clad figure sprawled in his courtyard.

The assassin was ruthless. Knowing it had been exposed, it flipped over, drew a dagger coated in potent poison, and prepared to silence the witness.

But after taking only two steps, its vision blurred.

More than a dozen identical weasels, dressed in tattered Taoist robes, appeared from nowhere and surrounded it. Each one winked and made faces at the assassin.

"Yellow Wind Phantom!"

The assassin was stunned. It had traveled the martial world for many years and killed countless people, but this was the first time it had encountered such a bizarre scene.

While it was dazed, Huang Fugui's true form circled behind it and delivered a "monkey steals the peach," swift and precise!

"Aow—!"

A scream that was not human echoed throughout the Li Family's backyard.

Half an incense stick later, in Lin Feng's courtyard.

"Master! A live one! Caught him!"

Huang Fugui excitedly dragged a black-clad man, bound like a zongzi and gagged with a smelly sock, and threw him before Lin Feng.

"This guy is tough, his mouth is shut tight! No matter how I interrogated him, he wouldn't talk! Master, your abilities are boundless, you must have a way to pry open his mouth and find out who's behind this!"

Although the assassin was tortured beyond recognition, its eyes remained fierce, glaring at Lin Feng as if to say, "Kill me or cut me as you please, but you'll never get a word out of me," embodying a heroic resolve.

Lin Feng, who had been meditating with his eyes closed, slowly opened them upon hearing this.

He glanced at the assassin on the ground.

Casually drawing the newly acquired "Killing Blade," he lightly grazed the assassin's neck.

Swoosh!

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A perfectly good head rolled to the side.

[Ding! Successfully killed an assassin at the eighth level of the True Qi Realm!]

[Critical hit multiplier increased to 116x! Gained 1500 Crit Points!]

Huang Fugui: "???"

Corpse on the ground: "???"

Huang Fugui was completely dumbfounded. The important witness it had painstakingly captured was just... gone?

Without even asking, "Who sent you?"

"Master... you... aren't you going to interrogate them?"

"Interrogate what?"

Lin Feng sheathed his blade and said nonchalantly, "Waste of time. Next."

"Ne-next?"

Huang Fugui felt its demonic brain could barely process things anymore.

For the next two days, the same scene repeatedly played out in Lin Feng's courtyard.

On the first night, a master poisoner disguised as a cook had just added poison to Li Tianhe's soup when Huang Fugui, transformed into a cockroach, knocked them out with a "demonic qi fart."

Lin Feng's blade flashed, Crit Points +1200.

On the second afternoon, an archer hidden in a tall building far away, preparing to snipe Li Tianhe, had their eyes blinded by sunlight reflected from a mirror by Huang Fugui before they could even nock an arrow. They fell from the building.

Lin Feng's blade flashed, Crit Points +1800.

On the second night, two twin assassins skilled in combined attacks had just infiltrated Li Tianhe's bedroom when they were disoriented by Huang Fugui's pre-arranged "Demonic Qi Bewilderment Formation." The two spun in place for over three hundred circles, finally dizzy and nauseous, vomiting all over the floor.

Lin Feng's blade flashed, Crit Points +3000.

By the third day, Huang Fugui was completely numb.

It squatted on Lin Feng's shoulder, watching another "experience pack" being dragged into the courtyard. It weakly asked:

"Master, you say... what is the meaning of my existence?"

"I originally thought I was your right-hand man, your top intelligence manager, a rising star in the espionage world in this dark realm."

"But now I realize, I was wrong."

Huang Fugui's small face was filled with philosophical melancholy.

"I'm just a food delivery guy."

"More than that, a high-level delivery person specializing in delivering 'head takeaways' for you."

Lin Feng patted its little head and comforted it, "Don't talk about yourself like that."

A flicker of hope ignited in Huang Fugui's eyes.

Lin Feng then said in a very serious tone:

"With me, you're not a delivery person."

"You are... the replenishment staff for the buffet."

Huang Fugui: "..."

On the Li Family's side, after losing seven or eight waves of top assassins without even touching the opponent's clothes, the mastermind hidden in the shadows finally seemed to realize a serious problem.

Li Tianhe seemed to have an invisible, outrageously powerful, and unscrupulous bodyguard.

Thus, the assassination attempts were temporarily halted.

The entire Li Family returned to a state of superficial peace.

Lin Feng, however, felt a bit unsatisfied.

"It's over already? I just started warming up."

He looked at his greatly increased Crit Points and pondered whether he should take the initiative to find that rat hiding in the dark and cut it down.

"Forget it, I need to play the long game and catch a bigger fish!"