7 PM, Hongkou Airport.

Qin Hao entered the airport, satiated from a good meal.

Unlike his usual style, today he wore a black trench coat, a black hat pulling low to cover half of his face, leaving just the corners of his lips tightly pressed, creating an alluring curve.

After taking a seat, he surveyed his surroundings and, seeing no suspicious individuals, pulled out a newspaper to read.

The foot traffic at Hongkou Airport is substantial, mingling with diverse people every day. Qin Hao's attire was somewhat unique but not odd enough to attract much attention.

Only one person opposite him was an exception. Since Qin Hao entered, this person's gaze never left him.

Now, this person is also dressed in a black suit, wearing black sunglasses, completely styled as a model-type man. He pretended to look at his phone, but his peripheral vision was fixed on Qin Hao.

If you looked closely, you could see a tiny earpiece tucked in his ear, occasionally moving his lips as if he was speaking to himself or talking to someone.

If you got closer, you could hear the suit man's whispers sounding like some coded communication.

"Target has entered the airport."

"Target is seated opposite."

"Target seems suspicious, as if aware of being tracked."

Since Qin Hao entered, the suit man only said these three sentences, but they were all about Qin Hao.

Upon receiving instructions through the earpiece, the suit man pretended to be checking his phone while slightly adjusting the camera angle, snapping a photo of Qin Hao across from him.

The earpiece emitted a mechanical synthesized voice; if one could hear it, they'd realize it was that of the Evil God Association's president.

"Five minutes until boarding, no anomalies detected in the target yet."

After the suit man's voice, the president's voice followed: "Keep a close eye, take him down once he deplanes."

"Yes."

The suit man spoke quietly, his gaze towards Qin Hao now harboring several traces of murderous intent.

Opposite him, Qin Hao outwardly showed no sign of awareness, yet he had noticed the odd behavior of the suit man across from him.

The corners of his mouth hidden under the newspaper revealed a hint of a smile, and in a feminine voice, he muttered, "Master, you're really prescient; I am being followed."

In fact, the one seated here wasn't Qin Hao himself but Butterfly, cleverly disguised.

From the outside, her resemblance to Qin Hao was over seventy percent. With the large black trench coat and hat concealing further, the similarity reached ninety percent.

Only those who are familiar with Qin Hao and observe closely would notice any discrepancies.

The suit man across had only seen photos of Qin Hao, obviously not realizing the one in front was a disguised impostor.

"These people could track Master's ticket; their capabilities must be great. I must act the part thoroughly!"

Butterfly mentally encouraged herself as the boarding chime came through the speakers.

She stood up, blending into the flow of people and proceeded down the aisle.

Once on the plane, Butterfly stored her luggage and took her seat; the suit man followed from behind, surprisingly choosing the seat right next to hers!

"They even managed to purchase the adjacent ticket! This… indeed matches Master's predictions perfectly!"

Butterfly felt a mix of nervousness and surprise, her thoughts leaving a trail of sweat.

"Friend, could I borrow a pen?"

The suit man pulled out a notebook from his pocket and suddenly questioned Butterfly beside him.

Butterfly's heart skipped, but she displayed a faint smile, replying, "Sure."

Her voice was indistinguishable from Qin Hao's usual tone, even the strictest of machines might not discern it.

As a qualified assassin, Butterfly excelled not only in disguise but also had a high proficiency in skeletal techniques and voice imitation.

She believed she could definitely pull off this deception flawlessly.

Accepting the pen, the suit man displayed a grateful smile: "Thank you, friend. My name is Wang Hao, I'm a doctor. And you?"

"Qin Hao."

Butterfly maintained her smile, her eyes twinkling with confident light.

Putong Airport.

Beep.

The message arrived on schedule, containing a single "1".

Seeing this number, Qin Hao smiled, double-checking the time, confirming it was two minutes before the Hongkou flight's departure.

"Phew, seems like everything is proceeding according to plan."

Qin Hao relaxed slightly.

Ever since Fatty informed him of the Evil God Association's competent hackers, Qin Hao knew this trip to Europe was highly likely to be monitored.

Being in the dark is always a major disadvantage. To avoid falling into their trap, Qin Hao devised this "dark follow bright" plan carefully.

If the script continues as planned, Butterfly will land in Berlin at 8 PM local time, the headquarters of the Evil God Association, also under tight surveillance.

After the slightly naïve assassin lands, her task is simple: check into a hotel, draw the scouts' surveillance, buying the real Qin Hao time to move unseen.

Meanwhile, the real Qin Hao, arriving two hours later, also has straightforward tasks: stay hidden and wait for Fatty to find Luo Jingwei's location or the Evil God Association's headquarters.

However, Qin Hao only needs to infiltrate to rescue Luo Jingwei and wreak havoc along the way.

For those villains daring to kidnap his close ones, Qin Hao doesn't intend to show any mercy.

Night Emperor, the king of the Dark World, only in the shadows can he perform to his fullest.

Qin Hao understood this well, thus his plan's core aim was to reverse the roles from "enemy dark I bright" to "I dark enemy bright". So far, the execution had gone very smoothly, even humble as he was, he couldn't help a hint of self-satisfaction.

The waiting time for the flight passed slowly, but Qin Hao wasn't in a hurry. If the plan succeeded, Night Emperor's name would echo across Europe this time!

Two hours later, the broadcast announced boarding.

Qin Hao relaxed a bit, grabbing his pre-packed travel bag, ready to head to the gate.

Recently, an overseas flight had just landed and many travelers proceeded through another corridor.

Blond-haired, blue-eyed foreigners were the majority, with a few Chinese glancing around.

Qin Hao wasn't paying attention to the crowd, but his nose involuntary twitched twice, catching a very familiar scent.

In an instant, he froze, his feet seemingly glued to the floor, unable to move.

A gaze from the side settled on him, Qin Hao's emotions were in turmoil, cold sweat pouring from him continuously.

The broadcast repeated the boarding announcement, but Qin Hao remained motionless, like an emotionless clay figure.

"Qin Hao."

Nearby, an observer lost patience and simply called his name.

Upon hearing that familiar voice, Qin Hao's body tensed instantly, turning his head with a face growing utterly indifferent: "Your scent is still so pungent. Why are you in Shanghai, and I hope you have a reasonable explanation!"

There was only one woman recognized by scent alone, and sure enough, standing before him was none other than the Bloody Queen!

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