Chapter 0050: The Assassin (Part Two)

"Miss, you can start anytime. Now, please begin your performance... Oh, I mean, start taking off your clothes," Zhang Xiaofan said.

Lin Sixue couldn't help but burst into laughter. This fellow was shameless, yet truly humorous.

But the idea of undressing herself made her feel incredibly shy and mortified. Nevertheless, she began unbuttoning her blouse, cheeks flushed, unable to meet Zhang Xiaofan's eyes.

"Oh right... I forgot, didn't I already give you a massage today? No need for another, let's do it tomorrow," Zhang Xiaofan said, slapping his forehead.

"You! I already started undressing! Who does that?" Lin Sixue snapped, a playful anger in her tone.

"My mistake, my mistake..." Zhang Xiaofan grinned.

Just then, his phone rang. The number was unfamiliar, and a faint sense of foreboding crept over him.

A cold, sinister voice spoke on the other end, "The young lady from the Ye family is in my hands. If you don't want her dead, come—alone. Otherwise, you'll only see her corpse."

"Are you the Poison Hand Medicine King?" Zhang Xiaofan asked, his voice calm.

"Heh... You aren't worthy of attracting our steward's attention. Don't waste time. If you're not here before nine, prepare to collect her body."

"I have no ties to her. I think you have the wrong person," Zhang Xiaofan replied.

"Is that so? You don't have to come." The voice was unmoved and hung up immediately.

"Damn it! At least tell me where you are!" Zhang Xiaofan cursed inwardly. These kidnappers were utterly unprofessional.

"Give me your car keys," Zhang Xiaofan said, turning to Lin Siyu.

"What's wrong?" Lin Siyu asked, concern in her eyes.

"Ye Qingcheng's been kidnapped. I'm going to rescue her," Zhang Xiaofan replied.

"Do you know who's behind it?" Lin Siyu inquired.

"It's likely connected to the people who want to kill you. Once I'm gone, you need to be careful," Zhang Xiaofan cautioned.

"It should be fine. My grandfather’s arranged plenty of bodyguards," Lin Siyu reassured him.

Zhang Xiaofan nodded. He was well aware of the sentries stationed around the villa, all highly skilled. Few could pose a real threat to Lin Siyu's safety, which was exactly why she had remained unharmed within the villa.

"Ah... so Qingcheng's been kidnapped? Take my Mercedes," Lin Sixue exclaimed, jumping up from the bed. She had only managed to button one button, revealing a deep cleavage before Zhang Xiaofan's eyes.

She handed the keys to him.

Zhang Xiaofan took them without another word, heading downstairs. At the same time, he opened his phone's browser, entering a secret website—military radar system. He keyed in the number from earlier, and within seconds, the last signal location was displayed.

He entered the warehouse, got into the Mercedes, started the engine, and the roar of the motor filled the air as he sped away.

…

In an abandoned factory on the southern outskirts, faint lights flickered amid discarded oil drums and broken bricks scattered everywhere. The three-story building housed a woman bound to a pillar in a second-floor room. Her hair was disheveled, a red handprint marked her face, and her high school uniform was torn, exposing snowy skin.

Her pupils brimmed with terror, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"This little beauty from the Ye family is stunning, Brother Nan. Should we enjoy ourselves first?" one thug leered.

"No rush. Drug her first. Once we've dealt with that brat, we'll have our fun. If we're spent, how will we handle him?" replied Brother Nan, a middle-aged man in a black vest and dark blue jeans, his head shaved and eyes cold.

His name was Dai Nan, a wanted criminal now under the Poison Hand Medicine King's command, sheltered by a mysterious organization.

"Are the gunmen in position?" His voice was low as he poured powder into a glass of water, then seized Ye Qingcheng's mouth.

Ye Qingcheng shook her head desperately, face deathly pale. If she drank the drug, not even death would save her from these beasts. She would rather die than be violated.

A harsh slap landed, blood trickling from her lips.

"Still resisting, are you?" Dai Nan sneered, pinching her jaw mercilessly and forcing the drugged water down her throat.

Soon, Ye Qingcheng began to react, soft moans escaping her lips, her body writhing involuntarily.

"Little beauty, just wait. Once I finish with that bastard, I'll come spoil you."

A roaring engine sounded outside, and through the window, they saw a car speeding toward the factory.

"He’s here. Get ready. This guy isn’t ordinary—don’t let your guard down," Dai Nan ordered, his lewd expression replaced with cold resolve.

"Don’t worry, Brother Nan. Three snipers, five AK-47s—unless he’s a god, he’s dead," another replied.

"Good. Once he's dead, we can finally live freely," Dai Nan said.

Through the darkness and headlights, Zhang Xiaofan spotted the bound figure on the second floor, and his heightened senses detected the snipers lying in wait.

"Three snipers? You think that will kill me? Dream on," Zhang Xiaofan thought with a cold smile.

He switched off the headlights, floored the gas pedal, and wedged it to the floor. As the door swung open, he slipped into the night, vanishing in a blur.

The Mercedes continued its charge, and at that distance, no sniper would notice the car was empty.

Covering nearly two thousand yards in a flash, Zhang Xiaofan moved faster than the speeding Mercedes. This was the power of a martial artist in the Spirit Unsealing Realm. Having left the mountain, this was the first time he revealed even a fraction of his abilities.

Soon, the car reached about eight hundred meters from the building—well within a sniper's infrared range.

"There's no one in the car!" a sniper exclaimed, stunned. As he tried to alert the others, a silver needle pierced his brow—a silent, lethal strike with no bloodshed.

Zhang Xiaofan smirked. The sniper’s position was excellent, overseeing the second floor and with a clear view of the other two snipers’ positions.

These people were still amateurs.

Playing with guns against him—they still had a lot to learn. Kicking aside the corpse, Zhang Xiaofan lay prone, picking up the silenced rifle.

He quickly surveyed the situation: seven men on the second floor, two snipers on the rooftop, ten bullets in the magazine—more than enough.

With practiced ease and deadly instinct, he fired without aiming, the silenced shots whispering through the night.

One shot, then another—reloading and firing with less than half a second between. There was no need to look; the two rooftop snipers were as good as dead.

He felt a long-missed thrill, smiling as he aimed at the second floor. Five thugs armed with AK-47s and a middle-aged man—the apparent leader, likely the one who had made the call.

A cold smile touched his lips as he squeezed the trigger. The bullet tore through Dai Nan’s chest—a deliberate, non-lethal shot.

At this range, the bullet passed clean through, spraying blood over the underling beside him, who stared wide-eyed in shock. Before he could shout, another bullet pierced his skull—a perfect headshot.

One by one, bullets were chambered and fired. In seconds, the remaining five men fell. None of them understood what had happened, or what kind of man they had provoked.

Lowering the sniper rifle, Zhang Xiaofan grinned and hurried forward. The sight of exploded skulls left him unmoved—these men deserved death; he was merely the executioner.

Confirming the captive was indeed Ye Qingcheng, he relaxed. Then, approaching the blood-spewing Dai Nan, he squatted down, pressing several points to staunch the bleeding.

“Not the ending you expected, is it?” Zhang Xiaofan chuckled. “Tell me where the Poison Hand Medicine King is, and I’ll spare your life.”

“With a wound like this, can I really live?” Dai Nan replied.

“Don’t worry, it missed your heart. As long as I don’t kill you, you’ll survive,” Zhang Xiaofan said.

Tempted, Dai Nan hesitated. He didn’t want to die—he had only worked for the Medicine King to survive.

“I’ve never seen the old man in person, but I have his number. Since you tracked me here, you can trace him too,” Dai Nan said.

Zhang Xiaofan could tell he was truthful. He nodded, taking Dai Nan’s phone. “Which number is his?”

“You really won’t kill me?” Dai Nan asked again.

“Relax. I keep my word.”

“Sixth number from the top.”

“Alright.” Zhang Xiaofan nodded and entered the number into the radar system. Soon, the location of its last signal appeared.

Just then, Dai Nan began bleeding again, feeling death looming over him.

“You liar! You promised not to kill me!” Dai Nan shouted, blood pouring from his mouth.

“I’m no liar. Bleeding to death isn’t the same as being killed by me…”

Zhang Xiaofan sneered. The bleeding had only been stopped temporarily—to make Dai Nan talk. A man like him would never be spared.

Zhang Xiaofan walked over to Ye Qingcheng, untying the ropes. She must have suffered greatly.

Without a word, he bent down and swept her into his arms—a princess carry.

The drug’s effects were overwhelming her. Feeling Zhang Xiaofan’s masculine presence and strong embrace, she wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her face to his skin…

This was—

Her faint, sweet scent drifted to his nose, testing his self-control.

Ye Qingcheng gazed at him, her eyes hazy, and murmured, “Give me... I want…”

Faced with such a request from a stunning beauty, the helpful Zhang Xiaofan almost wanted to sacrifice himself to satisfy her.

But remembering she was still a high school student, he thought better of it.