"Who do you need to kill? The identity of the other party." The blunt tone and surprisingly simple words made people feel a majestic murderous intention.

Song Ren shuddered and said, "I want to kill a Chinese named Lin Feng."

"Who is the other party?" The guy on the other end of the phone continued to ask without any impatience.

"What's your identity?" Song Ren thought for a moment and said, "It should be a student studying in hz, China!"

"Chinese hz students? Okay, the price is 500 million. Do you accept it?"

"Five hundred million?! Why don't you grab it!" Song Ren suddenly yelled. Five hundred million! Even if he became the chairman of Yuyue Group, he wouldn't have so much cash to squander. Besides, although Yuyue Group

On the surface, he is in control, but behind the scenes, Yuyue Group is the Long family's property.

After working hard for the Long family for so many years, Song Ren's personal assets, including real estate, are only about 700 to 800 million.

It is not yet known whether the guy opposite has the strength to kill Lin Feng, but he dares to ask for 500 million. No wonder Song Ren is so shocked.

"Five hundred million, kill if you give me money!" The other party didn't sound angry at all because of Song Ren's bad attitude just now. The cold voice was like a machine without emotions.

After a moment of silence, an idea suddenly flashed in Song Ren's mind, and he thought of a question. This guy just spoke in Japanese. So, he is not Chinese, so is the 500 million in his mouth a soft girl?

The currency also needs to be considered.

"Is the 500 million you asked for yen?" Song Ren asked with some anxiety. After all, this is a transaction of several hundred million. If it is yen, it is only more than 30 million yen. He gritted his teeth and said

It can still be taken out, but if it is a soft girl coin, then Song Ren will have no choice but to be blinded.

"That's right, five hundred million yen. After receiving the money, we guarantee to kill the target within ten days!"

The other party's straightforward answer made Song Ren suddenly smile with satisfaction and said: "Okay, I will transfer the money immediately. However, I require half of the money to be paid in advance, and the remaining half will be settled immediately after you kill Lin Feng."

,how?"

"No, one-time payment, otherwise the transaction will be cancelled!"

Song Ren hesitated for a moment, thinking that the call was given by Long Kang after all. Long Kang hated Lin Feng as much as he did. In this way, there was no need for him to deceive him. And seeing that the other party had such a tough tone, he should be able to kill him.

Lin Feng.

"Okay, I will transfer the money for you tomorrow. Within ten days, I hope to see news of Lin Feng's death!"

"If the information you gave us is correct, you will receive the news you want within ten days!"

Then, Song Ren told the other party the information he had found about Lin Feng, and the other party also notified Song Ren of the account that needed to be transferred, and only waited for him to transfer the money before he could do it.

Putting down the phone with satisfaction, Song Ren's face showed a ferocious and proud smile, "Humph! Lin Feng, let me see if you die this time!"

Time flies, two days have passed, and today is the day when Lin Feng officially becomes a disciple.

The venue for the apprenticeship ceremony was decided arbitrarily by Kun Shu Qiangang at Lin Feng's Ye Lily Club. Last night, a group of people came and simply decorated the inside and outside of the club.

Today's Ye Lily Club, at first glance, does not look like a modern club at all. It can almost be compared with an ancient temple in the mountains.

As soon as you enter the gate, you will see a Chinese painting hanging in the middle hall. In the picture, there is a middle-aged man wearing a long gown. A sword hangs on the man's waist. He is holding the hilt of the sword in one hand and holding a bamboo slip in the other hand. Picture

It is so lifelike that at first glance, it makes people feel as if they are not facing a painting, but a gentle, elegant and bookish living person.

Below the nave is an offering table. On the offering table, there are several plates of tributes and an incense burner. On both sides of the offering table, there are two Taishi chairs.

It was three o'clock in the morning, and Lin Feng still didn't come out of the room. Of course, he wasn't staying in bed. The biological clock in his body had already woken him up as early as five in the morning.

The reason why Lin Feng has not gone out now is just to look through the etiquette left by Uncle Kun and need some ideas. You must know that Lin Feng has never experienced such an ancient apprenticeship ceremony. One of the cumbersome etiquettes is

If you are not careful, you will make a big joke.

Noisy sounds gradually came from downstairs, and Lin Feng didn't want to watch anymore. Just as he was about to go downstairs, his ears suddenly twitched a few times.

A strange sound came from the bathroom in the room. The sound was very soft. If Lin Feng hadn't had amazing hearing, it would have been impossible to hear it.

"Who is that?" Lin Feng faced the direction of the bathroom with vigilance and shouted: "Come out!"

There was complete silence in the bathroom, as if the strange sound just now was entirely Lin Feng's illusion.

Of course, Lin Feng himself would never think so. He 100% believed that there must be someone with malicious intentions lurking in the bathroom.

Quietly approaching the door of the bathroom, Lin Feng pulled out a piece of chicken feathers from a vase. During the apprenticeship ceremony, Lin Feng, one of the protagonists, was not allowed to bring weapons. Of course, Uncle Kun was an exception. For example

After Lin Feng becomes a disciple, Uncle Kun always gives Lin Feng a gift.

Ninety percent of this gift will be a weapon, and a cold weapon at that.

Currently, Lin Feng, who is unarmed, can only make do with the chicken feather stall. In addition, there is not even a mop in the room. Even if there is a mop with extremely poor wood, there is no possibility of attack. It is not as good as

What about the bamboo chicken feather stall?

After walking outside the bathroom door, Lin Feng leaned against the wall, stretched out one hand, and slowly opened the bathroom door.

The moment the door opened, Lin Feng held the chicken feather stall tightly and stabbed it quickly into the bathroom with a military thrust.

puff!

The sound and feel of the chicken feathers piercing into the living body undoubtedly told Lin Feng that he had killed a certain creature with this move!

Meow!!

Following the pitiful cry of a cat, Lin Feng took a closer look and saw that on the chicken feather stand in his hand, a cat had been completely penetrated from the waist and abdomen.

"That's not right!" Lin Feng's eyes suddenly opened wide. He knew in his heart that it was impossible to keep a cat inside the door of his room.

Then the origin of this cat is extremely suspicious.

At the moment when Lin Feng was thinking, he suddenly felt a creepy feeling on the back of his neck.

Subconsciously obeying the reminder of his sixth sense, Lin Feng bent down.

Whoosh!

A bright sword flashed over his head. If Lin Feng hadn't experienced countless premonitions of life and death just now, he would have been taken off and beheaded at this moment.

Even so, Lin Feng felt that the back of his head suddenly felt a little cold.

Without enough time to figure out what the cold feeling was about, Lin Feng rolled on the spot and arrived at the corner of the bathroom in an instant. With his back against the wall, he finally saw who was attacking him.

A guy dressed in simple black cedar and covered entirely in black cloth except for his eyes appeared in Lin Feng's sight.

This mysterious guy had nothing on his body that could reveal his identity. He held a katana about eighty centimeters in length in both hands. The katana was as black as ink, without even a trace of reflection.

Lin Feng knew that this knife was made of special metal and would not reflect light at all. This kind of weapon was specially used for assassination. Some rare metals were added to the material of the blade, which itself contained highly toxic substances. Once struck, it would

The bleeding continued. Lin Feng himself once had a saber made of the same material. Unfortunately, that saber was turned over when he left the army.

"Who are you? Why do you want to kill me?" Lin Feng couldn't figure it out. Is this guy a fool? You know, today is Lin Feng's apprenticeship ceremony, and dozens of Chinese masters have gathered downstairs.

Once the noise here reaches downstairs, this guy will not be able to escape even if he has wings.

Who on earth could have such a huge hatred against him and choose to assassinate him today?

Without saying a word, the man in black made a mistake in his steps. As if he had shrunk to an inch, he was in front of Lin Feng in an instant. The samurai sword in his hand slashed through the Huashan Mountain and headed towards Lin Feng's head.
Chapter completed!