There must be something wrong with me-Chapter 590 - 216: Miracle in the Bustling City (Part 3)

Chapter 590: Chapter 216: Miracle in the Bustling City (Part 3)

And, it wasn’t just him.

Accompanying him were four subordinates with a constitution around 30. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

This way, during the exchange with Zhang Feng, more manpower could be used to pinpoint Zhang Feng’s location.

However, for such reverse tracking, not too many people could be involved.

Otherwise, the more people, the more chaotic it becomes, and it might even alert the target.

This was also through the conversation between Zhang Feng and the boss.

The assassin felt that Zhang Feng was also a cautious person, not overly cautious, but somewhat so.

At least, if it were him making a deal with a big boss, he wouldn’t propose an in-person meeting or appointment but would choose a random downcast-looking person on the street, then observe for a while.

If it were confirmed that the other party was alone in the city, or ordinarily had no apparent acquaintances.

He would kill this person, then use their account number to have the boss transfer the money.

Aside from this, as long as it’s a living person, there’s a risk of exposure.

Even buying some cards or borrowing some stranger’s card involves contact.

This assassin is very cautious.

’This so-called Zhang Feng doesn’t even know he’s about to face me.’

The assassin took out his phone, looking at Zhang Feng’s number, a grim smile toying on his lips,

’Tough luck for you, offended Boss Yin.’

While he was caught in his thoughts, two subordinates around him also went to other rooms within this hotel.

The driver, on the bed beside them, held a communicator, ready to report at any time.

And the windows of these rooms aimed directly at the dilapidated community of that tomb raider.

The remaining two subordinates went downstairs, looking for easy places to hide and observe.

Once everything was arranged.

The assassin dialed Zhang Feng’s phone.

It rang about three times.

Then, at the fourth ring, the assassin suddenly froze.

Because a phone ringtone sounded right behind him.

"I’ve been watching you for an hour now."

Behind the assassin in the open space.

Zhang Feng, holding his phone, watched the assassin and driver as they stiffly turned around.

And he had also brought the tomb raider along, ensuring the accuracy of the treasure map after acquiring it.

Only now, the tomb raider was stunned.

Because just seconds ago, they were still at home.

However, seconds later, as the phone rang, Zhang Feng brought him hundreds of meters in a couple of seconds to this hotel.

’He has become immortal...’ The tomb raider, like the two killers, was stunned.

Zhang Feng, however, took a few steps closer to the assassin, looking at the phone he was still dialing,

"I noticed you were quite different from the start, but wasn’t sure if it was you until you made the call. As soon as I saw the number you were dialing, I was certain."

Zhang Feng’s spiritual sense covered a three-mile radius, having discovered the assassin long before.

"You..."

The assassin faced such an assassination situation for the first time, his brain unable to process it.

At this time, however.

The driver quickly reacted, attempting to press the communicator’s button.

Whoosh—

But in the next second, without seeing Zhang Feng move, what should have been the driver’s communicator instantly floated to Zhang Feng’s side in the blink of an eye.

Witnessing this eerie scene.

The assassin, known for his steady hands, was so shocked that his hand trembled, the knife in his hand fell to the ground unconsciously.

"No need to call them back, they won’t have a chance, they’ll all die of sudden illnesses in a few days."

Zhang Feng said, turning on the communicator.

Inside came the sound of heavy breathing.

Another few seconds passed, while the two assassins still held some hope, hoping Zhang Feng was lying, and that their partners would notice something off, thereby contacting Boss Yin for reinforcements.

But there was no sound from the communicator.

"Quick, press 1..."

"What’s wrong with you..."

At the same time downstairs, many bystanders suddenly noticed a person suddenly collapse while eating at the roadside.

The assassin, hearing the shouts, stiffly turned his head, seeing one of the four lying on the ground downstairs.

In the crowd, the other two who should have been upstairs, and another from across the street.

The three of them now seemed soul-less, heading in three different directions.

Such a scene had gone beyond what a normal person could comprehend.

"You... you’re not human..."

The assassin didn’t now think it was Zhang Feng’s bad luck to encounter him, but rather that he had run out of luck and fallen into the hands of a supernatural being.

"You drive, you lead the way."

Zhang Feng turned and walked towards the hotel exit, "Take me to your boss."

...

The next day, in the morning.

Outside a five-story office building in downtown, named ’Yin Chuan Mu’, people and cars came and went, bustling as ever.

Inside the building, the buzz rivaled the outside world.

Because working at Boss Yin’s company was very laid-back.

The lackeys were in the lobby on the first floor, drinking tea and chatting, or playing cards and bragging.

The formal offices for company business were on the second, third, and fourth floors.

The fifth floor was where Boss Yin resided.

The research on the mysterious relics was in another basement of his villa, utterly confidential.

And around ten in the morning.

A car stopped in front of the company building.

At the same time, the assassin and the tomb raider stepped out of the car, shaking like chaff, their minds still replaying the horrors of an hour before.

Because just half an hour ago.

The assassin first led the way, taking Zhang Feng to the villa.

Then, not a single survivor was left.

Inside and outside the villa, more than a hundred people all died within seconds.

"Your boss has quite the luck."