Frontier Army Warrior

Chapter 1196 One Breath Killed

Lin Feng moved to the side, letting the chilling aura brush past him, then turned around and stared at the woman who had caught up with him.

The woman stopped in astonishment, realizing that he had actually managed to dodge her deadly attack. There were truly few masters like him in this world.

The two stood three steps apart, no longer making a move, but simply sizing each other up.

Lin Feng wanted to find out which side this person belonged to.

The woman, meanwhile, was pondering how to deal with the other party's subsequent retaliation.

"Do you know who I am?"

Lin Feng pondered for a moment, then suddenly asked.

A smile bloomed on the woman's face.

"I only hate that you don't do business; how would I know who you are?"

"Is there any point in saying this now?"

The woman's face instantly became serious, her former worldly appearance replaced by composure and dignity.

Lin Feng inwardly marveled at the woman's masterful ability to change her expression.

"Everyone says the Grand Regent Prince is not to be trifled with, but I didn't believe it. It turns out it's true."

Lin Feng smiled: "So you're a ruthless assassin. May I ask your name?"

Is a name important?

"It's really not important anymore. If the mission fails, I'm afraid I won't be able to live on."

"You seem to know a lot about this. Others kept advising me not to take this job, but I insisted on coming. I've finally seen a real expert."

Lin Feng nodded, reached out and grabbed the revolver, about to pull the trigger at the woman.

"Wait, can I say one more thing?"

The woman's face turned extremely pale again, as if she had suffered all the hardships of life, her face full of sorrow.

"You said."

"Due to a family crisis, I have no choice but to risk taking on the mission to assassinate the prince. I humbly beg Your Highness for mercy..."

As she spoke, she clasped her hands to her chest, looking pitiful.

The next moment, the two hands that were held in front of his chest suddenly flipped outwards, and several flashes of cold light swiftly pierced Lin Feng, who was three steps away.

Lin Feng didn't fire. He gathered his strength and exhaled sharply.

The three silver needles turned around in mid-air and flew back at several times the speed.

One silver needle pierced the woman's forehead, another pierced her heart, and yet another flew past the side of her neck.

The woman stared wide-eyed at the sky, then fell backward to the ground.

"Wow, Your Highness, you've actually killed Cha Zi with a single breath!"

Lin Feng didn't move, but turned his head and glanced at the wall on his right. A small face covered in dust popped out from the wall, its two bright little eyes wide open, and it exclaimed in surprise.

Without conscious scanning, it would be very difficult to detect this person's movements.

"and who are you?"

The little beggar climbed down from the wall and bared his teeth.

"Di Gou, didn't Sister Qi Yin mention this to you?"

Lin Feng nodded slightly. Pei Qiyin hadn't said anything about the "Gou" (a type of slang term for a person), but he could roughly understand the person's identity from the way he was addressed. He couldn't say it outright at the moment, so he could only leave it at that.

"Can it be cleaned up properly?"

Lin Feng pointed to the corpse on the ground.

Di Gou patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, we all do this kind of thing, leave it to me."

Lin Feng asked tentatively.

"Are you all assassins from the shadows?"

Di Gou laughed and said, "Her name is Cha Zi. I have never heard of her making a mistake. She is indeed highly skilled. However, no one has taken on this mission, but she is unwilling to accept it and insists on coming to her death."

Why is no one answering?

Di Gou chuckled, "First, you're not easy to deal with, and second, no one can afford such a high price. Who would be willing to risk their life for something so foolish?"

"Why are you guys never going to stop?"

"There's no other way. This has been the rule for generations. Even if no one accepts the mission, it has to be left hanging so as not to violate the rules set by our ancestors."

Lin Feng shook his head: "Alright, let's clean up the scene before we talk about anything else."

After saying that, he stepped over the body of the woman in purple and walked towards the entrance of the alley.

Since they were able to contact him, they knew this spies would follow.

Sure enough, Lin Feng turned onto another street and chatted with passersby a few times. When he sat down to rest on a stone at the street corner, a ground hook appeared out of nowhere.

Lin Feng didn't even look at him, but simply asked indifferently.

"Does this count as betraying the organization?"

Di Gou grinned: "You took care of Cha Zi, and I took care of the stalker. Nobody knows what we did."

"What do you plan to do?"

"Sister Qiyin has been doing very well since she started following you. I've been with you guys all along and I know you're loyal, generous, and good to your subordinates, so... hehe, I came."

Lin Feng touched his nose and pondered for a moment.

"Your special skill is..."

Di Gou clapped his hands: "That's right, Sister Qiyin must have told you, right? Her nose is incredibly sensitive, even more sensitive than a dog's."

Lin Feng's hand froze on his nose, and he chuckled to himself, thinking that this was a lucky accident.

Although he didn't understand why Pei Qiyin hadn't mentioned this underground plot to him, Lin Feng didn't want to let go of any special talent.

"What else can you do?"

"If Your Highness is looking for someone, just tell me a few characteristics, and he will be there for you."

"Yes, Not Bad."

As he spoke, he glanced at Digou.

"Your outfit doesn't suit me at all."

"It's no big deal, just changing clothes. You go ahead and do your thing, I'll be right back."

After saying that, he disappeared before Lin Feng could speak.

Lin Feng could only shout something at the air.

"Get some silver..."

I wonder if this little guy can hear me. If it were Pei Qiyin's ears, it would definitely work, but his hooked nose...

Lin Feng pondered the two people's strengths and appearances, a slight smile curving his lips.

At this moment, a middle-aged fortune teller approached and whispered something.

"Young master, your forehead appears dark, which may indicate an impending bloodshed. Would you like us to avert this?"

Lin Feng glanced at him. He wore a moon-white long robe, a corrugated hat, and had three long wisps of beard. He held a white banner in his hand, which read: "Iron-mouthed judgment".

However, the man was pale and thin, and his body was swaying, clearly indicating that he had not eaten enough.

"You're too blunt. If you want to earn some money for food, you have to say nice things more often."

Lin Feng admonished.

"Don't blame me for speaking frankly, young master, you are truly in trouble."

"Oh? If you're wrong, I won't pay you."

"Of course, please come this way, young master."

The fortune teller gestured to the side, indicating that Lin Feng should follow him.

Lin Feng frowned: "You're not the one who caused my trouble, are you?"

"Young master is too kind. Please come with me; we are sure to gain something."

Lin Feng was also puzzled. He had only been here for half a day, so how could he have caused so much trouble as soon as he stepped out?

It's probably because since he stopped concealing his whereabouts, all the forces have started to pay attention to him.

I stepped forward to solve problems. If I were afraid of trouble, why would I have come out?

Lin Feng was highly skilled and daring, and he didn't care about these petty villains at all. He would solve problems as they arose, and anyone who dared to harm him would only cause trouble in the future.

Without further hesitation, he got up and followed the fortune teller to a teahouse.

The teahouse was very elegant. Although the fortune teller was dressed in shabby clothes, he was able to enter the teahouse and find a private seat behind a screen.

Inside the private room, people were already sitting at the tea table, waiting.

Seeing Lin Feng follow him over, he quickly stood up, waved to the fortune teller to leave, and then bowed to Lin Feng.

"Your Highness, I am Ju Lianhe, the Prefect of Jingxi."