Rebirth of the Peak Young Master-Chapter 1103: Getting a Feeling
Su Xing was a bit worried, even a little scared, because when Ding Zhen saw him just now, he felt as if he was being watched by a wild wolf during a hunt. It was a little frightening.
But he didn’t think much about it and quickly immersed himself in the joy of surviving the disaster. After all, there was nothing better than letting a fool continue to fool himself.
Looking at the scenery passing by the window, Ye Fengsheng’s expression was not very pretty.
He wasn’t someone who easily complained about the unfairness of the world, but the messy things he encountered at this moment really made him, someone who detests trouble, begin to hate trouble.
The taxi was heading in an obscure direction, a route familiar yet somewhat unfamiliar, presumably towards Linjiang Mountain, but as the passing vehicles became increasingly scarce, Ye Fengsheng inexplicably felt uneasy.
"Stop."
He spoke to the taxi driver, looking at the driver’s profile. Ye Fengsheng handed out some money.
"Boss, aren’t you heading to Linjiang Mountain? Why stop here? There’s no one passing through here. You can’t just stop here alone."
The driver made a kind reminder as he took the money.
However, the eyes reflected in the rearview mirror hid a certain level of fear and trepidation. It seemed the driver was also somewhat concerned about Ye Fengsheng’s potential robbery. He was particularly apprehensive about being dragged into committing something nefarious in this spot.
"You go first," Ye Fengsheng said, pushing the door open. "They’re coming for me. You might be in danger if you stay here."
A strange phenomenon surfaced. The driver quickly rolled down the window to get some change. He handed the money to Ye Fengsheng outside the car, saying, "Alright, boss. Here’s your change. Shall I call the police for you?"
As soon as the words were out, Ye Fengsheng’s hand had already reached the driver’s palm.
The change in atmosphere was sudden.
A trace of metallic chill pierced through the air, suddenly appearing under the dim light. Without any warmth, instinctively reacting to the cold, Ye Fengsheng rubbed his palm, which was stained with bright red color. Simultaneously, he leapt to the side onto the concrete road.
It was the Plum Dart.
Blood gushed from the ruptured wound, splattering onto Ye Fengsheng’s skin. The heat made him frown and look, seeing his fingers fall to the ground, bleeding.
The driver seemed unable to comprehend what had just happened, but the slip of paper he held in his hand was stained with blood.
"Ah!"
The pain from the wound in his palm finally made the taxi driver realize what had happened. Following a sharp scream from his mouth, he clutched his severed knuckle desperately, awkwardly twisting his face.
"Why are you being so sneaky?"
Ye Fengsheng sighed. The moment he noticed the Plum Dart, he knew clearly that his most troublesome group of people had returned.
Silence ensued. Apart from the driver’s screams, only the wind rustled through the roadside grass.
Without Spiritual Energy for perception, Ye Fengsheng didn’t even know how many people from the Fourteen States had been sent to assassinate him, let alone where these people were currently located. He just knew that this time he might indeed be in grave danger!
Concentrated, the result was naturally filled with suspicion. Everything around him was under Ye Fengsheng’s intense scrutiny, but even so, he still couldn’t defeat the Fourteen States where Assassi was located.
Ye Feng’s voice was unconscious, his eyes fixated on the grass where the Plum Dart was fired, showing a cautious trace rarely seen, unaffected by the waves.
"Haha! Ye Fengsheng, you are worthy of our Leader’s Death Order! Such keen intuition is hard to find a second in the world!"
With a burst of laughter, the figure hidden in the grass finally emerged, donned in camouflage attire that was especially decorated. If he hadn’t voluntarily appeared, no one could have distinguished him from the environment around him.
Ye Fengsheng’s voice was notably serious. The distance between them wasn’t too far, so from the person’s drooping palm, one could perceive some telltale signs.
Unlike the techniques of millions of ordinary assassins, this person’s pale hand was somewhat frightening. To be precise, it was paler than a woman’s palms, white with red. In no situation did they resemble an assassin’s hand but rather those of a doctor saving lives in an emergency room with scalpels.
Precision and elegance.
"Are you... the ’Killer Shadow’?"
Upon thinking, Ye Fengsheng remembered Fang Kai’s words from that day and asked.
After all, he had dealt with the Golden-faced Killer, but whether it was Chan, Yun Lang, or the poisonous and venomous Rose, none had such a demeanor that could compare to the man before him...
No, it’s not temperament, but that particular feeling.
Those Golden-faced Killers would only make one feel like they were ordinary people before unveiling their killing intent, but this person in front of me is different. I don’t know if he did it on purpose or if it was innate. The feeling he gave was as if he were just about to start operating... a killing machine.
The sheer intention to kill wasn’t hidden at all; he openly showed his intentions right in front of me.
It’s not that he couldn’t hide, but rather he was extremely confident. Even if his intentions were exposed, he believed he could confront me, even if it meant sacrificing himself!
Thus, he didn’t use the typical assassin’s methods of ambush and instead chose the most direct means to meet with me.
This was Ye Fengsheng’s first impression of this person, and it was also the first impression the person gave Ye Fengsheng.
Of course, these were Ye Fengsheng’s basic judgments of someone after losing Spiritual perception. If he still possessed Spiritual Energy now, he would surely detect that this person’s heart was racing at the moment, and he would know how anxious and uneasy he was feeling.
Who isn’t afraid?
Even if he was the head of the Fourteen States, as one of the three major killers, facing Ye Fengsheng’s voice, he couldn’t remain so calm. After all, he knew he was utterly incapable of turning dozens of people into a pile of rotten meat in Mang Mountain.
His appearance was entirely due to the fear induced by Ye Fengsheng’s words, forcing him to show himself under tremendous pressure.
He was terrified! But he couldn’t let Ye Fengsheng see that he was worried, so he tried to conceal his guilt, hoping his companions could follow the agreed-upon method to design Ye Fengsheng’s death here!
In this plan, he was the bait! They needed to do their utmost to attract Ye Fengsheng’s attention, but they couldn’t let Ye Fengsheng simply wave a hand and commit suicide outright. Only this way could they create a suitable opportunity for his companions to kill him instantly!
Thus, even with the greater pressure in his heart at this moment, he didn’t dare let a single emotional fluctuation appear on his face!
The atmosphere turned somewhat strange. Both sides were strong, both mild. Both sides were probing, waiting for the other to show an appropriate flaw.
"Yes, I’m one of the three major killers of the Fourteen States, Gao Chen."
The man opened his mouth and tried to keep his words calm: "Ye Fengsheng, you are a capable and wise person. Our leader has ordered your execution. Even if I bear no grudge against you, I must obey the leader’s command to take your head."
"Why," Ye Feng sighed softly, "do your Fourteen States have to dwell with me, or do you really think you can kill me?
"A gentleman is innocent, and yet he is guilty. Ye Fengsheng took something that doesn’t belong to you. Naturally, our Fourteen States will come looking for you."
Gou Chen sneered, with some intent of kindly persuasion: "As long as you hand over the Empress’ pearl, I will leave immediately. From now on, the Fourteen States will never trouble you again, and you will always be our friend of the Fourteen States."
Ye Feng scoffed: "Being friends with you is a disgrace. It depends on your Fourteen States. Whether you are qualified to be friends with me is up to whether I want to be a dog."
Ye Fengsheng’s words were harsh. He didn’t want to risk it. He had dealt with people from the Fourteen States before. He wasn’t sure that only one person would appear here.
