In Nevada, United States, there is a small town called West Town!

This town has only seventy to eighty households, and there is one particular trait common among the residents—they are all male!

The town has only one bar, where nearly a hundred strippers and the town's men revel daily, making it the busiest place in town!

But at this moment, the entire town was engulfed in a storm of blood and gore!

In every household, the doors were thrown open, with numerous bloodstains scattered about, and some male bodies that had not made it outside!

Inside the bar, the violent heavy metal music still blared nonstop, but the scene inside was completely chaotic.

Nearly a hundred strippers cowered together in a corner, each shivering uncontrollably, as if they had seen a demon, seen Hell's Messenger.

Within the bar's counter, booths, and dance floor, dozens of men lay dead.

Crimson blood flowed everywhere, turning the place into an Asura Scene.

All these men had been shot in the head!

On one side of the bar, there was a small room separated by glass—this was the manager's office.

A handsome young man was lounging on a swivel chair with his legs crossed, while in front of him, a middle-aged man with a meaty face had just put down the phone.

The middle-aged man looked as though he had just spoken to King Yan on the phone, his palms shaking nonstop, his face pale as paper, with beads of sweat hanging like peas from his cheeks.

"Iron… Iron Wolf sir, I… I have already told Master Crazy everything about this mission, can… can you spare me?"

The middle-aged man peered fearfully at the handsome youth in front of him, continuously wiping the cold sweat off his forehead.

He could not imagine that his own town was slaughtered in one day!

His own mercenaries, all killed within one day!

And all this was the work of just one person!

Shadow Group! A name that makes the entire world tremble!

And Shadow Iron Wolf Hong Yi, even more so, was a messenger from Hell come to harvest souls, to claim lives, to slaughter without end!

"United States, Zhang Family!"

Iron Wolf Hong Yi held a gun in his hand, a gun snatched from an enemy, and now he had slightly twisted the gun, his lips curling up, with a gleam of cold light in his eyes.

Then Iron Wolf took a glance at death, his smile growing even more intense,

"Don't worry! Death King! My boss is always compassionate and never kills anybody! And as my boss is the idol I have worshiped all my life, I won't kill anybody either!"

After saying this, Iron Wolf stood up and left the manager's office smoothly.

Seeing his departure, Death King finally breathed a sigh of relief, feeling as if he had just circled back from Ghost Gate.

"Damn Zhang Family! Damn figure! Damn Shadow Group!!!"

Death King's eyes were filled with vengeance as he pondered how to get revenge. His carefully crafted West Town, his painstakingly managed Death Mercenary Group, had been completely destroyed!

Just as Death King was considering his revenge, a crisp voice came through again.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you, our boss never kills people, but he does kill, and they're not human!"

With that voice echoing, Death King shuddered all over, sensing imminent danger, and he attempted to dodge away in an instant.

But just then, a bullet instantly pierced through the door and shot straight toward Death King's left rib!

"No!!!"

Death King was terrified, but amid his cries of fear, the D-217 exquisite suicide bomb on his left rib was instantly penetrated by the bullet.

Bang!

A loud blast resounded, and the manager's office was instantly overwhelmed by the explosion.

Iron Wolf Hong Yi quietly watched this scene, his smile still as gentle and charming:

"Next stop, the United States Zhang Family!"

...

Simultaneously, at the Feng's Love concert backstage in Mingzhu City, Ye Feng had also put away his phone.

Zihan Zhang and Fei Zhong's faces had already turned so grim they almost dripped with water, constantly pondering that name:

"United States Zhang Family!"

Fei Zhong's eyes were full of astonishment, especially when he looked at Ye Feng, both shocked and fearful.

He, Fei Zhong, was indeed a master in the Mercenary World. Three years ago, he had left the Mercenary World, exactly when Ye Feng had just embarked on his path!

And three years ago, the Death Mercenary Group had already become infamous, and he, Fei Zhong, had dealt with the group's leader, Death King, who, although slightly weaker than him, was definitely a fierce figure in the Mercenary World.

And during the recent phone call, he had heard it clearly, the way Death King spoke with Ye Feng, it was as if he was talking to a devil, the fear in his words impossible to hide.

"Who... exactly is he!!!"

A storm had long been brewing in Fei Zhong's heart!

Ye Feng had effortlessly exposed the member planted by the Death Mercenary Group. He had dodged shooting from a few bodyguards, and even kicked Fei Zhong flying, plus earlier, he had saved Zihan Zhang and eliminated the Murderous Hawk!

This series of events swirled in Fei Zhong's mind, making him feel increasingly the mystery and terror of Ye Feng!

"Shall we handle him for you?"

Fei Zhong now pointed at the member of the Death Mercenary Group while carefully speaking to Ye Feng.

Now, all the arrogance and disdain had vanished from his expression, leaving only deep reverence in his heart.

Ye Feng naturally noticed the change in Fei Zhong's expression, but he was not concerned about these at all, immediately shaking his head and saying:

"Such a person should be dealt with on the spot!"

Finished speaking, Ye Feng performed a whip kick that instantly broke the legs of the Death Mercenary Group member.

Immediately as the man began to scream in agony, Ye Feng grabbed his mouth, stuffed the exquisite D-217 suicide bomb into it, and then clenched the man's mouth and nose, forcing him to swallow it alive.

Watching this scene, the surrounding bodyguards and Fei Zhong immediately understood what Ye Feng was about to do, their calves went weak as their faces filled with intense fear and shock.

"Honestly, I've never seen what a human bomb looks like! I'll gain some insight today!"

Ye Feng said to them, then threw the mercenary down like a dead dog, and, clutching a pale-faced Zihan Zhang, he left the place.

Whereas Fei Zhong and those bodyguards dared not delay any further; they started fleeing frantically outside. Only the painful and fearful screams of the mercenary remained.

Once they had all left behind the stage, Ye Feng's lips slightly curled up, and he instantly pressed the button on the remote control.

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