Chapter 217 Assassination

Chapter 217: Chapter 217 Assassination

After returning to his seat, Yun Hanrui and the others looked at Ling Feng with surprised eyes.

Liu Tingyu spoke with a hint of pride, "You sing so well, why didn’t you tell me before?"

Ling Feng shrugged and said, "Is singing really that hard?"

For Ling Feng, singing was merely about controlling the variation of one’s voice, and for a top expert of the Underworld, this was somewhat simple for him.

"Is it really that hard?" Yun Hanrui felt the urge to smack Ling Feng, as she was completely tone-deaf.

Liu Tingyu nudged Ling Feng, "Give you some color and you open a dye workshop, huh? By the way, you hadn’t heard Sister Xue’s ’Rainbow’ before, right? I didn’t expect you could sing it. I thought you were going to embarrass yourself on stage!"

Looking at Liu Tingyu’s excited face, Ling Feng was somewhat speechless. Was seeing her boyfriend embarrass himself such a happy thing?

"I’ve seen your songbook before, and as for the melody, I just copied it following Chen Ningxue’s lead!" said Ling Feng. "Later, don’t wander off. I’ve got some matters to deal with!"

Liu Tingyu’s expression changed slightly, "Is it troublesome?"

"It’s quite simple, no need to worry. Just don’t separate from Xiao Rui," Ling Feng said, turning his head to Yun Hanrui, "take Furry Ball with you and don’t let it stray too far."

A worried expression appeared on Yun Hanrui’s face. Among those present, perhaps only Zheng Xinyi was clueless.

As Ling Feng left, Liu Tingyu and Yun Hanrui’s enthusiasm also waned.

"Ling Feng, we hope everything goes well for you!" the two girls prayed for Ling Feng in unison.

Ling Feng arrived at the sports hall’s backstage, standing on the top floor of the sports hall. Scanning the entire venue, the structure of the sports hall clearly formed in his mind.

At that moment, in the sports hall’s surveillance room, a Western man with his legs crossed was watching Chen Ningxue on the monitor, while the original staff who were on duty laid passed out on the ground.

"What a beautiful little elf!" the man said lightly, puffing on his cigar, "Unfortunately, you shouldn’t have offended the Freedom Organization! To have your brilliant life end on this stage, in front of all these people—it’s such a delightful and exciting affair!"

Thump, thump, thump! Just then, the door to the surveillance room knocked. The man’s eyes narrowed as he shouted, "Who’s there?"

The voice carried a distinct Yanjing accent, clearly imitating a staff member from a moment ago.

The knocking outside continued, but there was no answer.

The man’s brow furrowed as he stood up from his seat. His right hand went behind him and with a flash of cold light, a beautiful butterfly knife appeared in his hand. With this knife, he had slit numerous throats!

As he slowly approached the door, the knocking suddenly stopped.

The man hid behind the door, his left hand abruptly pulled it open!

But there was no one outside, as if nobody had passed by at all!

"Strange," the man felt an ominous premonition in his heart!

He closed the door and glanced at his watch, a slight smile forming at the corner of his mouth: "Three more minutes, in three minutes’ time, it’ll be the moment to witness the fall of the elf!"

He turned around, and a chill enveloped him, making him shiver involuntarily.

"Three minutes? It looks like you’re ready!" Ling Feng’s voice came at that moment, and his figure appeared in front of the man!

Whoosh whoosh whoosh! The man didn’t speak; his butterfly knife turned into a whirlwind, attacking Ling Feng’s throat.

"Butterfly Knife? It’s nothing but a toy for women!" Ling Feng’s body retreated, the tip of the butterfly knife grazing his throat, narrowly avoiding the man’s attack!

Having missed with his strike, the man took three steps back, his green eyes filled with surprise and suspicion: "Who are you? Why are you here?"

"Funny, you as an assassin actually have the nerve to ask me why I’m here?" Ling Feng looked at the assassin as if he were looking at an idiot: "Tell me, how do you plan to deal with Chen Ningxue?"

The man said with a cold laugh, "Are you Chen Ningxue’s bodyguard? Indeed formidable! But unfortunately, no matter how formidable you are, you won’t be able to save Chen Ningxue!"

Ling Feng’s brow furrowed slightly, "Are you incapable of understanding human speech?"

The man licked his lips, "Do you think I would honestly tell you? Don’t delude yourself!"

"I was actually hoping you’d cooperate honestly, do you know I’ve started to cultivate my mind and character?" Ling Feng shook his head helplessly and said.

With a clicking sound, the man’s left hand also produced a butterfly knife, and the two butterfly knives kept spinning in his hands, exuding a deadly aura.

"To use dual butterfly knives to this extent, you must be the Butterfly Knife Ghost Dan Luer, right?" Ling Feng said, "I didn’t expect you to be from the Freedom Organization, it seems they have quite the ambition!"

Dan Luer’s expression became serious, "You actually know me, it looks like you’re also from the Underworld. May I ask, who are you?"

"Me? No need for you to ask, I can’t be bothered to deal with a minor character like you!" Ling Feng loosened his shoulders and said, "If your assassination plan for Chen Ningxue involves the chandelier above the stage, I advise you to give up that fantasy."

"How do you know!" Dan Luer was shocked in his heart.

Ling Feng was right; he had tampered with the chandelier, planning for it to fall during the intermission of the concert, crushing Chen Ningxue who would be at the center of the stage into a pile of flesh!

To die in such an "accident" would allow Dan Luer to leave calmly. For an assassin, using an accidental event to kill the target in an "accident" is the ultimate Realm!

After Ling Feng had been invited on stage earlier, he heard a slight crackling sound coming from the chandelier. Although faint, to a master like Ling Feng, it was as clear as a train whistle!

"Such an uninspired assassination!" Ling Feng sighed, "It lacks any artistry. Well, since you’re from the Freedom Organization, I can’t be bothered to extract anything from you. You might as well go and die!"

No sooner had he spoken than Ling Feng’s figure had vanished. Alarm bells went off in Dan Luer’s heart, and he hurriedly retreated, but it was already too late – Ling Feng had moved behind him, slapping down savagely on Dan Luer’s head!

Dan Luer’s hands crossed, and his two spinning butterfly knives aimed high and low, one at Ling Feng’s forehead and the other at his heart! At such close proximity, Dan Luer was confident he could pierce Ling Feng’s heart!

"Too bad, I can only kill you and then go kill Chen Ningxue!" Dan Luer coldly sneered in his heart.

But in the next moment, there was a snapping sound, Dan Luer’s two butterfly knives were shattered by a massive force that followed!

Looking at the butterfly knives broken in half, Dan Luer’s eyes filled with utter terror, "Who exactly are you? Your body cannot possibly be this strong, to withstand my butterfly knives!"