Bullseye, real name Lester Jones, professional killer, selfish, extremist, with a slightly crazy disposition, and a recorded history of abuse and homicidal mania.
Taken together, his style of conduct was quite similar to Kingpin's, which explained why he had reached a long-term cooperation with Kingpin.
However, in the process of handling matters for Kingpin, he still retained a portion of his freedom as a mercenary, frequently venturing out to pick up private jobs. It was precisely for this reason that Hong Fei had easily tracked down his location in the past.
With Kingpin dead, Bullseye had reverted to being a free mercenary, and he had neither the obligation nor the intention to avenge Kingpin.
After knocking out Bullseye, Hong Fei lifted him by the back of his collar with one hand and effortlessly returned to the rooftop, where police sirens and flashing lights were already rapidly approaching along the distant street.
Carrying an adult did not make Hong Fei feel strained, and he traversed the tall buildings just as he had before, quickly vanishing into the night's curtain.
Driving back to the estate, Hong Fei unslotted the passive skill card Hidden Identity from his card slot.
The whole process had taken over an hour, and his energy consumption approached one-half.
When the vehicle came to a steady stop, he felt his total energy increase, which also meant that the kidnapping operation just executed had officially concluded.
At this time Frank had not yet gone to sleep, and he approached the vehicle with a puzzled expression as he asked, "What have you been up to again?"
Hong Fei got out of the car, walked directly to the rear, and opened the trunk.
Frank: "You went kidnapping again? Wait, I've seen this guy. I fought him once, and he has exceptionally outstanding throwing abilities. I once saw him kill a man a hundred meters away with a toothpick."
Hong Fei nodded slightly. This truly was where Bullseye differed from ordinary people. Whether it was conventional firearms or thrown cold weapons, he was a well-deserved sharpshooter.
However, Hong Fei possessed Shinigami Eye and had no need for such throwing or shooting abilities, as he could completely perform better than Bullseye.
In addition to that, Bullseye was also a professional martial artist, a master assassin, and a former professional baseball player.
The multiple abilities possessed by Bullseye were what directly caught Hong Fei's eye.
Hong Fei hoisted Bullseye up. "Clear out a basement for me."
"There's a ready-made one, the old wine cellar. There were no construction alterations made down there."
Entering the wine cellar, Frank followed closely behind all the way. As soon as Hong Fei threw Bullseye into the nearly one-hundred-square-meter underground space, Frank could not help asking again, "What did you drag him back for?"
Hong Fei said casually, "As a sparring partner."
Frank instantly frowned deeply. "Does he have that ability?"
"Of course he doesn't, but I'll hold back."
"I think I'm more suitable than him."
Hong Fei could not help glancing at him. "Talk about it after your injuries heal!"
Immediately, Hong Fei stepped into the wine cellar, turned around, and firmly locked the iron door from the inside before slowly approaching Bullseye.
Seeing the man's unconscious state, Hong Fei curled his lips, kicked the other's arm, and said, "Alright, stop playing dead, get up already."
Bullseye remained unresponsive, and Hong Fei squatted down.
Just as his hand was about to touch Bullseye, the latter snapped his eyes open, his mouth opened wide, and a white object flew out fiercely.
Yet Hong Fei's movement was even faster. He raised his arm, and with a gentle pinch of two fingers, he firmly controlled the incoming object.
That was a tooth carrying wisps of flesh and blood.
Moreover, it was worth noting that the force carried by the tooth spat out by Bullseye was actually extremely powerful. If one were careless, even an eyeball could likely be blown apart.
Seeing that the surprise attack had failed, Bullseye's still intact right hand formed a claw and struck straight upward at Hong Fei's crotch.
Hong Fei crossed his legs, clamped Bullseye's arm with his calves, and sat down with the momentum, following that by discarding the tooth in his hand, raising his arm high, and swinging with all his might.
Smack!
A crisp and loud slap echoed in the confined room.
Bullseye's head jerked violently to the side, blood spat from his mouth, and a blue-and-red palm print rapidly rose on his face.
"You're quite underhanded!" Hong Fei said with a half-smile.
Bullseye whipped his head back fiercely, and seeing his mouth move, Hong Fei instantly delivered another slap.
"I'm warning you, if you dare to spit at me, I'll find someone to skin you alive."
Bullseye panted rapidly, fire blazing fiercely in his eyes as if he wanted to devour someone alive. Yet looking at Hong Fei's raised palm, he still turned his head, spat out a mouthful of bloody water, and then glared with a fierce expression, his voice hoarse as he asked, "Who are you?"
"You should know what I do. Don't you watch TV?" Hong Fei pointed at his mask and said.
Thanks to Tony's exposure and challenge, Hong Fei's outfit of black clothes and a white mask had already spread far and wide.
Bullseye evidently recognized this gear. His eyes moved slightly, the light flickering, and after thinking it over, he said, "You're a mercenary too?"
Hong Fei shook his head.
Bullseye did not want to guess anymore, and simply asked directly, "Why did you attack me, and why did you bring me here?"
"I'd like to ask you for a favor."
"What?" Bullseye burst into sudden laughter, and then stared with angry eyes as he said furiously, "Are you kidding me?"
Hong Fei laughed as well. "Whether I'm kidding, you'll find out soon enough."
After that, the wine cellar was silent at first, followed by the sound of crackling and slapping, repeating in such a cycle.
It was not until the next morning that Hong Fei opened the door and left. In the center of the wine cellar, Bullseye lay on the ground drenched in sweat, a look of profound bewilderment in his eyes.
Morning light spilled down, and plenty of building materials had already piled up behind the estate, along with trucks carting away dirt.
Frank sat to the side directing operations, and seeing Hong Fei come up from the wine cellar, he quickly stood up.
"You stayed down below the whole night?"
"Mm. Remember to have Number One send some food and medicine down every day. Don't let him die."
Frank nodded, then said, "You spent a whole night in a confined room with another man?"
"Get lost!"
Frank watched Hong Fei's back and laughed heartily.
Returning to his room, Hong Fei flicked his fingertips, and two white skill cards appeared.
Passive Skill Card: Precise Throwing (White)
"You can precisely throw most objects to a visible destination."
Passive Skill Card: Baseball Mastery (White)
"You will become a qualified professional baseball player."
These two skill cards were not of much use, but the key was that they laterally confirmed Hong Fei's previous guess.
It was not the case that a single target would only drop a skill card once.
They had crossed paths fourteen times last night; the fighting process was very short, with most of the time used to let Bullseye recover.
Including the time at Bullseye's house, that made fifteen times.
The first three times yielded no drops, the fourth time dropped one, the seventh time dropped another, and the final eight times yielded nothing.
From this, it could be determined that it was not every defeat of an opponent that would drop a skill card.
He had obtained two answers, but the doubts in Hong Fei's heart instead increased rather than decreased.
He was full of energy and not the least bit tired. Although his activities had lasted for nearly twenty-four hours, his body clearly told him that sleep was not yet required.
However, Bullseye could no longer hold out. First he had a broken arm, and then he was forced by Hong Fei to fight all night. Right now, Bullseye's physical strength, stamina, and spirit had presumably all reached their critical points.
It was not easy to find a decent experimental subject, so he must not accidentally get him killed.
Sorry for posting this chapter late; I always come home after work every day and schedule the two chapters for the evening and the next morning. Today I had a dinner banquet, so I came back late.
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