"Doctor Du, thank you so much for coming all the way to my home so late at night to see me. You're such a kind person."
Inside a low-slung, single-story house, an old man with white hair held Du Fei's hand and repeatedly expressed his gratitude.
This elder had visited Du Fei's traditional Chinese medicine clinic many times and was considered an acquaintance. He also lived on Jianghua Street.
As he had no children, he sometimes relied on the help of his neighbors.
Recently, Du Fei heard that the old man was not feeling well. After finishing his work at the clinic, he made a special trip to give him a thorough examination.
Fortunately, it was just a minor ailment, and Du Fei resolved it within minutes.
After giving the old man some instructions, Du Fei departed.
Because the old man lived in a shantytown, it was pitch black there at night, with no streetlights to illuminate the way.
Fortunately, Du Fei could still see clearly in the darkness and accurately avoided some dog droppings on the path before reaching the main road.
Just as Du Fei placed his hand on his car's handlebars, preparing to open the door.
A sense of warning flashed through his mind, and without thinking, he dodged to the left.
*Ding ding.*
The sound of two pieces of metal clashing echoed.
When Du Fei looked over, his commercial vehicle already bore two small, needle-sized holes. If Du Fei hadn't had exceptional eyesight, he wouldn't have seen them in the dark.
*Clap clap clap.*
A round of applause came from behind Du Fei.
When he turned around, he saw a person wearing a black mask, entirely cloaked in a black trench coat.
"Heh heh, as expected of someone who could cripple Blood Hand, you managed to dodge my Soul-Snatching Needles."
As the masked man spoke, his voice was like a duck's, making it very unpleasant to listen to.
Blood Hand?
The mention of Blood Hand by the other party reminded Du Fei of the time he and Gong Chengbin were attacked together.
The person who had tried to assassinate them then was called Blood Hand.
It seemed this guy was his accomplice?
"I thought that after Blood Hand had his sea of qi crippled, he would repent and turn over a new leaf. It seems I was mistaken."
Du Fei felt a sense of danger emanating from the person in front of him.
The masked man in black let out a cold laugh, "Blood Hand? What a waste of space for that trash to be alive. I'm here today to send you down to meet him."
Blood Hand was killed by his own people?
These assassins were truly ruthless, even turning on their own.
It made sense. Blood Hand was someone who lived by the sword. After having his sea of qi crippled by Du Fei, he had become an ordinary person. How could an assassin organization let him live?
This was Blood Hand's just deserts. His hands were stained with blood, and his fate was to be killed in the end.
Before Du Fei could ponder further, the masked man in black raised his right hand.
With a wave of his hand, Du Fei saw several cold glints fly from his palm. These were likely the things he had used to ambush him from behind.
Du Fei had already been fully alert when he turned around, prepared for the man to attack again.
As soon as the other party moved, Du Fei also reacted immediately.
All the cold glints from the masked man missed. Du Fei pushed off the ground, and his entire body lunged towards the opponent.
*Bang!*
As Du Fei charged, the masked man in black quickly threw a punch.
Their fists collided, emitting a dull thud.
Immediately after, Du Fei's body swayed slightly, while the masked man in black staggered back several steps.
"Satisfying! Again!"
Far from being intimidated by Du Fei's strength, the masked man in black roared and charged forward.
Fists, feet, elbows, knees—everything could be used as a weapon. The masked man attacked Du Fei relentlessly, like a machine.
But Du Fei blocked all his attacks.
After some exchanges, Du Fei had a rough estimate of the opponent's strength: about two-thirds of his own.
Suddenly, just as Du Fei was about to subdue the opponent.
The masked man's eyes turned blood red, and he let out a beast-like roar.
"Die, die, die!"
The masked man then seemed to transform into a beast, his blood-red eyes filled with madness.
When he attacked, he showed no regard for his own safety, fighting like a desperate gambler.
But Du Fei's strength was far superior. Even if he had found some way to become bloodthirsty and belligerent, he was still no match for Du Fei.
Moreover, this state only lasted for a few minutes before he became weak.
*Crack! Snap!*
Du Fei seized the moment when the opponent's attack was spent and he was exhausted, and directly broke his arm.
The masked man was also a tough one. His arm was broken, but he didn't even grunt. He continued to attack with his uninjured arm.
"Who exactly do you and that Blood Hand belong to?"
A few minutes later, the masked man in black finally stopped attacking. Both his arms and legs had been broken by Du Fei, and he couldn't even stand.
"Haha, kill me if you can. I won't say anything."
Blood stained the masked man's lips, but he remained defiant. He stared straight at Du Fei, as if he truly feared no death.
Seeing this, Du Fei didn't press further.
"You, what are you going to do?"
As Du Fei walked up to him and tapped him a few times, then stood aside, the masked man felt a sense of foreboding.
However, Du Fei showed no intention of answering, merely watching him from the side.
Soon, the masked man found himself experiencing intense itching and pain all over his body. But with his broken arm, he couldn't scratch.
"I'm itching to death! What did you do to me! I'll kill you!"
His body became increasingly painful and itchy. Eventually, even the masked man, who had undergone countless bloody trainings and suffered many severe injuries, even coming close to death several times, couldn't help but cry out.
He gritted his teeth, using all his strength, spitting out each word from between his clenched teeth.
However, his threats seemed utterly feeble to Du Fei.
A few minutes later, the masked man was the first to yield. Under his desperate pleas, Du Fei stepped forward and tapped him a few more times.
Finally free from the soul-deep torment of pain and itching, the masked man was drenched in a cold sweat, as if he had just emerged from water.
After some interrogation, Du Fei learned that the masked man before him belonged to an organization called Kunlun.
Blood Hand was also a member of this organization, but his rank was one level lower than his.
In addition, Du Fei also learned that the leader of the Kunlun organization called himself the Heavenly Emperor.
The masked man was a Xuan-level assassin, while Blood Hand was a Huang-level assassin.
Above them were the Tian-level and Di-level assassins.
Unexpectedly, this assassin organization was divided into four ranks. The Heavenly Emperor must be even more formidable.
"My master will avenge me. I'll be waiting for you in the underworld!"
The masked man cursed Du Fei maliciously, then tilted his head.
Du Fei stepped forward to check his condition.
It turned out he had a poison hidden in one of his teeth. By biting down with force, he could achieve a fatal outcome in a very short time.
Unexpectedly, the assassins of the Kunlun organization possessed the resolve of death warriors.