Feng Qin felt a chill run down his spine. With a gun pointed at him, his legs almost instantly went weak, and his knees slammed heavily to the ground.
"No... don't do it..." Feng Qin his hand tremblingly, "Fine, I won't say anything more."
Coward.
Feng Yuan disdainfully sheathed the silver spear, and in front of him, pulled out a piece of paper to wipe the muzzle. "If you don't have the guts, then don't cause trouble."
Learn from your son.
Upon hearing this, Feng Qian, who was eavesdropping on the second floor, was instantly jolted awake. He ran into his room, closed the door, and snuggled into his blankets.
Even with the phone screen off, it's still showing a friend request page.
"Cousin, this is Feng Qian. I have important information to tell you. Could you please approve my request?"
I haven't received a reply, and the request hasn't been approved.
Feng Qian pursed his lips, then thought to himself, his sister-in-law was frightened, his cousin should be comforting her.
Who has time to check messages?
Feng Qian quickly calmed himself down.
Feng Yuan had just left the Feng Family when he received a call from the organization, "Approximately how much longer until we succeed?"
Feng Yuan his headset, connected via Bluetooth, stuffed his phone and lighter into his shirt, and casually replied, "I don't know."
"I don't know?" the person on the other end asked urgently. "They're already urging us."
" Shen Qianshan isn't so easy to deal with, otherwise the organization wouldn't have sent me, would they?"
Feng Yuan straddled the motorcycle with his long legs, put on his helmet, and said, "Don't rush me, or I'll quit."
"..."
"Y, to be honest with you," the voice on the other end paused, "A new mission has come down, but because the target's identity is a bit special, no one has dared to take it on yet, and the boss is furious."
"Oh?" Feng Yuan became interested. "The boss actually has emotions other than going crazy. I've never seen anything like it in my life."
"... Y, be serious. This mission is really urgent and extremely important."
"Tell me, which group's leader are you planning to assassinate? Or is it to take the life of some politician?"
With a roar of the engine, the cool, black motorcycle disappeared into the front yard in an instant, speeding away.
"He's neither the sect leader nor a government official." The person opposite sighed, somewhat puzzled. "He's a minor celebrity."
"That comedian who's become popular lately, Wen Jiu."
The motorcycle stalled halfway through the journey and slammed on the brakes.
Feng Yuan, his long legs planted firmly on the roadside railing, blinked his blood-red eyes, seemingly momentarily stunned. "K, who did you say?"
K was clearly confused as well, scratching his head. " Wen Jiu, Feng Chi's secret wife, the silly girl who's been trending lately... You find it strange too, right?"
"The boss, for some unknown reason, suddenly issued a notice, specifically ordering us to bring him back."
K exclaimed in surprise, "He is indeed handsome, but what kind of beauty can't the boss have? I wonder what he saw in him this time..."
"Has the boss changed his taste and wants to try something stupid?"
Feng Yuan: "..."
"Dealing with him isn't difficult; a simple trick will get him. The real challenge is Feng Chi; he's too troublesome."
The voice on the other end continued, "Do you know how many people are secretly protecting Wen Jiu right now?"
"Ten people! More than the number he arranged when he seized power! Feng Chi himself is a ruthless character. He's usually so clingy, practically glued to people's sides. Even when he's not around, his surroundings are always packed. How do you think we can make a move with that?"
K felt the world was surreal, and he really wanted to see what was so special about this comedian named Wen Jiu.
Recalling that clean-cut boy, Feng Yuan's bloodshot eyes lit up with a smile, his tone casual. "So?"
"So hurry up and finish your mission and come back. I'm afraid I can't manage alone, but we can team up."
"I see..." Feng Yuan restarted the car, this time deliberately taking off his helmet, letting his silver hair fly freely in the wind. "Then wish me success."
"Hmph!" K's tone lightened considerably upon receiving the reply. "When have you ever lost?"
Feng Yuan smiled slightly, her red lips curving upwards, but she did not respond.
In the dead of night, Feng Qian finally received a friend request and replied instantly, "Good evening, cousin!"
How is your sister-in-law?
Feng Chi: It's alright.
"That's good, that's good! By the way! That human trafficker was hired by my father. He hasn't done anything really bad. He's just as timid and unreliable as my father. He doesn't even know as much as I do. Cousin, why don't you let him go?"
Feng Chi:?
Feng Qian was still just a child; he couldn't hold back and betrayed his own father completely.
"Actually, this whole thing was Feng Yan, who instructed my father. My father had no choice; he couldn't earn much money himself, yet he wanted to sit back and collect dividends."
"Also, my older brother is back today, it's Feng Yuan. Do you know Feng Yuan?"
"I heard he's a very skilled assassin. This is the first time I've seen him. He's so handsome! Beautiful and cool!"
"My father asked him to help, wanting to kidnap my sister-in-law to make demands of you. He refused and even pointed a gun at my father, who was nearly scared to death."
Feng Chi:...
"My brother should have left by now. I'll let you know as soon as I have any news."
Feng Qian unleashed a torrent of words, "Cousin, you have to protect your sister-in-law! Waaaaah, Lasting CP is the best!"
"Oh, and remember to sprinkle plenty of sweetness; we Perpetual Motion Machines love watching that!"
Feng Chi:...
Feng Chi politely replied: Okay.
Feng Qian, clutching his phone, rolled around on the bed excitedly.
" President Feng?" The night cameras were already off. Shen Huaian couldn't sleep and went out for a walk. He was startled when he suddenly saw a figure.
Why aren't you asleep yet?
He suddenly realized a possibility, "You wouldn't..."
Has it gotten this far?
Holy crap, that won't do! Can my wife's back take it? She has to record a show for half a day tomorrow!
Shen Huaian's pupils dilated.
Feng Chi: "I'm going to sleep."
"Oh, oh." Shen Huaian didn't dare to gossip in front of President Feng, so he quickly yawned and walked out, "Good night President Feng."
"Um."
Feng Chi did not sleep well tonight.
A blast of cold air hit me; the dark, damp basement was chilling to the bone.
He saw familiar, disgusting faces, each one etched with terror, their eyes looking up at him as if they were demons from hell.
The continuous whimpers of "Ugh ugh" failed to stir Feng Chi's emotions in the slightest.
He raised his hand, the cold muzzle of the gun aimed directly at the boy in the center, whose face was bruised and swollen.
Lin Shuheng hurriedly shook his head, tears and snot mixed with blood flowing down his face.
"Ugh... Ugh!"
The bullet is chambered.
"Mmmmmm!"
" Feng Chi... Don't fire..."
Suddenly, a familiar soft call came from the void behind them, a gentle and clear voice carrying endless anxiety.
Feng Chi slightly raised his empty eyes, his hand gripping the gun trembling unconsciously.
"Don't shoot... Feng Chi, can you hear that?" The voice continued, Feng Chi could even hear the sob in his voice.
Her voice trembled, yet it remained as gentle as she remembered, carrying a soothing quality.
"I don't want your hands to be stained with blood for me. Feng Chi, don't dirty your path to reincarnation."