After a while, Yang Fei and Xiao Xuanya's hands were filled with Yannan's special snacks.

Lamb skewers, fried rice cakes, crispy golden sausages, colorful potato pieces...

Yang Fei seemed like a little follower.

His hands were full of all the snacks Xiao Xuanya loved to eat.

And Xiao Xuanya swaggered in front, eating and drinking to her heart's content.

Yang Fei couldn't understand.

This beauty could eat so much, yet how did she maintain such a great figure?

But honestly, watching a beauty eat was indeed a pleasing sight.

Especially when Xiao Xuanya's rosy lips bit into the sausage.

It always made Yang Fei inexplicably excited, eliciting some evil thoughts.

What Yang Fei didn't know was that on a tall building 1200 meters away from the food street.

A Barrett heavy sniper, with its dark muzzle, had already aimed at his head.

The sniper was obviously an experienced assassin.

Though his muzzle was aimed at Yang Fei, his eyes were incredibly calm, devoid of any killing intent.

His lips moved slightly, reciting ancient, indistinct scriptures.

If you listened carefully, he was actually reciting a passage to the afterlife from Buddhist scriptures.

His face held a hint of compassion.

At first glance, he seemed like an enlightened monk.

Which starkly contrasted with the killing weapon, the Barrett, in his hands.

If a sniping master saw this scene, they would be greatly shocked.

This guy turned out to be a King Sniper!

When a lion hunts an antelope in the jungle, it will quietly lurk, suppressing its presence.

Only when it is at a close distance does it launch a sudden and deadly attack.

However, the intuition of a martial arts master is even keener than the sense of smell of an antelope.

For an ordinary sniper, as long as the muzzle is aimed at the martial arts master, it can immediately trigger the master's alertness.

So, a true Godslayer Level King Sniper.

Has a method to hide his killing intent.

His killing intent must only explode at the moment the bullet is fired, when the outcome is already determined.

Just like a lion showing its lethal fangs at the last moment of the hunt.

A King Sniper has many ways to dissolve his killing intent.

These methods are the unspoken secrets of every sniper.

And this sniper in front of you is evidently more advanced.

He actually used Buddhist scriptures to dissolve his killing intent, hiding his murderous aura.

No wonder Yang Fei was completely unaware of his presence.

Behind the sniper was a man acting as an observer.

This man was Cyclops, wearing a black eyepatch over his left eye.

The man in the black eyepatch was none other than the guy who spied on Yang Fei at the villa.

Cyclops lurked in place, like a stone.

When he thought about the fact that their target for assassination was the fourth-ranked King Assassin, Magic Shadow.

His heart pounded rapidly.

As early as two years ago, Magic Shadow's bounty on Youming Corporation's website had already accumulated to 47 billion US Dollars.

This bounty amounted to the annual GDP of a small developed country.

If they could truly kill him, the assassin organization Blood Angel could disband.

Because this bounty would be enough for the entire Blood Angel members to live extravagantly for ten lifetimes.

Cyclops discovered the world-renowned King Assassin, Magic Shadow.

Hiding in this small city of Huaxia, he immediately reported to headquarters.

And the King Sniper in front of him was dispatched by headquarters.

Aberon, the King Sniper.

His brother was the infamous fifth-ranked assassin, Blood Slave.

Blood Slave ranked fifth on the assassin list, just below Evil Dragon Yang Fei.

Blood Slave had withdrawn from the Underworld many years ago.

Blood Angel had always wanted to recruit him.

But he would rather be a cowboy in the West, unwilling to re-enter the Mortal World.

So, Blood Angel hired Blood Slave's brother Aberon at a high price.

Aberon was a true Caucasian.

He was tall, with long golden hair tied up with a shoelace.

He wore a close-fitting camouflage suit, with the trouser legs tucked into his socks, and an alloy dagger strapped to his waist.

Aberon's secret mental method for hunting martial arts masters was learned from his brother.

He didn't really understand Buddhist scriptures.

But strangely, this passage to the afterlife, which seemed meaningless to him.

Miraculously suppressed the killing intent that was about to overflow.

In the crosshair of the scope, Yang Fei's head appeared vaguely.

Aberon's finger was on the trigger, already slightly sweaty.

He was not like his brother, Blood Slave, who was indifferent to fame and fortune.

He had an immense ambition and a fervent desire for money.

So, Aberon underwent sniping training according to his brother Blood Slave's almost harsh requirements.

And the facts proved, Blood Slave's training was indeed effective.

Because it created Aberon.

Aberon's reputation even once surpassed that of his brother, Blood Slave.

He killed countless people, yet he was cunning and shrewd, a terrifying assassin.

Aberon believed that if he could snipe the fourth-ranked assassin on the list, Magic Shadow.

Then he could replace his brother, Blood Slave, or even surpass him.

This was Aberon's ultimate dream.

Watching Yang Fei's head flicker in the crosshair of the scope.

All of Aberon's muscles tensed up.

Cold sweat seeped layer by layer.

Yang Fei and Xiao Xuanya shuttled through the bustling street.

For some reason, he felt a slight unease in his heart.

The Turtle Extreme Heart Method he had cultivated was running slowly.

His mind was not as calm as usual, with an indescribable restlessness.

This restlessness did not amount to a sense of crisis, but he instinctively felt uncomfortable.

His thoughts were chaotic and worried, yet he didn't know why he felt so anxious.

Yang Fei slowed his pace, burdened with worries.

Xiao Xuanya was very excited, rushing toward a stinky tofu stand.

That stinky tofu stand was a bit farther from the bustling food street.

Yang Fei watched Xiao Xuanya running over.

For some reason, a strange illusion suddenly emerged in his heart.

It was as if time had slowed down.

Yang Fei seemed to see Xiao Xuanya's head, like a watermelon hit with a sledgehammer, suddenly burst open.

This illusion flashed like a divine light.

Like the incoherent thoughts in a drowsy mind at midnight.

However, Yang Fei immediately and keenly captured this sense.

He grabbed Xiao Xuanya's hand: "Don't go."

Xiao Xuanya turned back, looking at Yang Fei in confusion.

"Why? The stinky tofu over there smells so good. You can't enjoy such delicacies abroad."

Yang Fei shook his head, his expression somewhat dazed.

"I just suddenly felt that if you go over there, something terrible will happen."

Xiao Xuanya was taken aback, then she burst into charming laughter.

"You don't mean someone wants to kill me, do you?"

Yang Fei's face was solemn.

The Turtle Extreme hadn't given him any warning, but deep down, despite his frantic, chaotic awareness.

His mind was still full of unease.

"Damn it, why aren't they moving yet?"

Aberon's finger was on the trigger, and his whole body was tense.

Seeing Yang Fei had not yet entered the optimal shooting position, he cursed irritably.

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