Skill Card Drop Experiment

Bullseye, real name Lester Jones, is a professional killer. He's selfish, radical, and exhibits some madness, with a history of abuse and a penchant for killing.

Overall, his methods bear a striking resemblance to Kingpin's, so it's no wonder he's had a long-term partnership with him.

However, while handling matters for Kingpin, he retained some freedom as a mercenary, often taking on private jobs. It's precisely because of this that Hong Fei was able to easily track him down in the past.

With Kingpin dead, Bullseye has returned to being a free mercenary. He has no intention or obligation to avenge Kingpin.

After knocking Bullseye out, Hong Fei effortlessly carried him by the back of his collar back to the rooftop. Sirens and flashing lights were already rapidly approaching from the distant streets.

Carrying an adult didn't strain Hong Fei at all. He moved between the tall buildings as before, quickly disappearing into the night.

Upon arriving at the manor by car, Hong Fei removed the Passive Skill Card "Hidden Identity" from his card slot.

The entire process took over an hour, consuming nearly half of his energy.

As the vehicle came to a steady stop, he felt his total energy increase, signifying the successful completion of the kidnapping operation.

At this point, Frank hadn't gone to sleep yet. He approached the vehicle, asking curiously, "Where did you go this time?"

Hong Fei got out of the car and went directly to the rear, opening the trunk.

Frank: "You kidnapped someone again? Wait, I know this guy. I fought him once. He has incredibly impressive throwing abilities. I once saw him kill someone with a toothpick from a hundred meters away."

Hong Fei nodded slightly. This was indeed what made Bullseye extraordinary. Whether it was conventional firearms or thrown weapons and cold arms, he was undoubtedly a sharpshooter.

However, Hong Fei possessed the Shinigami Eye and had no need for such throwing or shooting abilities; he could perform them even more perfectly than Bullseye.

In addition to that, Bullseye was also a professional fighter, a master assassin, and had previously been a baseball player.

Bullseye's multiple abilities were precisely what Hong Fei valued in him.

Hong Fei lifted Bullseye. "Clear out a basement for me."

"There's one ready. The old wine cellar. It hasn't been modified."

Entering the wine cellar, Frank followed closely. After Hong Fei tossed Bullseye into the nearly 100-square-meter underground space, he couldn't help but ask again, "What did you bring him back for?"

Hong Fei casually replied, "As a sparring partner."

Frank's brow furrowed deeply. "He's capable of that?"

"Of course not, but I'll hold back."

"I think I'm more suitable than him."

Hong Fei couldn't help but glance at him. "We'll talk about it when your injuries are healed!"

With that, Hong Fei entered the wine cellar, turned, and firmly locked the iron door. He then slowly approached Bullseye.

Seeing the unconscious man, Hong Fei curled his lips and kicked his arm with his foot. "Alright, stop playing dead. Get up."

Bullseye remained motionless. Hong Fei squatted down.

Just as his hand was about to touch Bullseye, the man suddenly opened his eyes and spat out a white object that flew out fiercely.

However, Hong Fei's movement was faster. He raised his arm, and with two fingers, he lightly pinched and firmly controlled the incoming object.

It was a tooth, with traces of blood and flesh still attached.

Furthermore, it was worth noting that the force with which Bullseye spat out the tooth was actually very powerful. If one were careless, their eyeball could easily be burst.

Seeing his surprise attack fail, Bullseye's still-intact right hand clenched into a claw and shot upwards towards Hong Fei's groin.

Hong Fei crossed his legs, trapping Bullseye's arm with his calf before sitting down, dropping the tooth in his hand, and raising his arm to swing with all his might.

Slap!

A crisp, loud slap echoed in the confined space.

Bullseye's head snapped to the side, blood trickling from his mouth. Red and blue handprints quickly appeared on his face.

"You're quite cunning, aren't you!" Hong Fei said with a half-smile.

Bullseye violently shook his head. Seeing his mouth move, Hong Fei immediately slapped him again.

"I'm warning you, if you dare spit on me, I'll find someone to skin you alive."

Bullseye gasped for air, his eyes burning with rage, as if he wanted to devour someone. However, seeing Hong Fei's raised palm, he turned his head and spat out a mouthful of blood. Then, with fierce eyes and a hoarse voice, he asked, "Who are you?"

"You should know what I do. Don't you watch TV?" Hong Fei pointed to his mask.

Thanks to Tony's exposure and challenges, Hong Fei's black suit and white mask attire had long since become well-known.

Bullseye clearly recognized the outfit. His eyes flickered, and after a moment of thought, he asked, "Are you also a mercenary?"

Hong Fei shook his head.

Bullseye didn't want to guess anymore and directly asked, "Why did you attack me? Why did you bring me here?"

"I need your help with something."

"What?" Bullseye suddenly burst into laughter, then glared with anger. "Are you kidding me?"

Hong Fei also started laughing. "Whether I'm kidding or not, you'll find out soon enough."

Afterward, the wine cellar fell silent, followed by the sound of crackling, repeating over and over.

It wasn't until dawn the next day that Hong Fei opened the door and left. In the center of the wine cellar, Bullseye lay on the ground, drenched and with a look of bewilderment in his eyes.

Dawn light streamed down as construction materials piled up behind the manor, with trucks hauling away dirt.

Frank sat to the side, directing operations. He quickly stood up when he saw Hong Fei emerge from the wine cellar.

"You were down there all night?"

"Yeah. Make sure Number One brings him some food and medicine every day. Don't let him die."

Frank nodded and added, "You spent the whole night in a sealed room with a man?"

"Get lost!"

Frank burst out laughing as he watched Hong Fei's retreating back.

Back in his room, Hong Fei flicked his fingers, and two white Skill Cards appeared.

[Passive Skill Card: Precise Throwing] (White)

"You can accurately throw most objects to any visible destination."

[Passive Skill Card: Baseball Mastery] (White)

"You will become a qualified professional baseball player."

These two Skill Cards weren't particularly useful, but the key was that they indirectly confirmed Hong Fei's previous guess.

A target didn't just drop a Skill Card once.

Last night, there were fourteen encounters. The fights themselves were short, with most of the time spent on letting Bullseye recover.

Including the one at Bullseye's house, that made fifteen times.

The first three times yielded nothing, the fourth dropped one card, the seventh dropped another, and the final eight times were fruitless.

This confirmed that Skill Cards weren't dropped only the first time an opponent was defeated.

He had obtained two answers, but Hong Fei's doubts only grew.

He felt refreshed and not at all tired. Despite nearly twenty-four hours of activity, his body clearly indicated he didn't need sleep yet.

Bullseye, however, was at his limit. First, an arm was broken, and then he was forced by Hong Fei to fight all night. Bullseye's stamina, endurance, and spirit were likely at their breaking point.

It was rare to have such a decent test subject; he hoped he wouldn't kill him too quickly.

Sorry, this chapter is late. I usually schedule two chapters to be released every night after I get off work, one for the evening and one for the next morning. I had a dinner engagement today, so I got back late.