The man was wearing a beach short sleeve shirt and three-quarter swimming trunks, sunglasses, with blond hair, and a very slender figure.

It was still spring, and his attire was quite conspicuous.

After taking a seat, he ordered some dishes from the menu, his actions seemingly very mundane.

But Ye Huan noticed much more than that...

...

"Are you guys going back to the company later, or heading elsewhere?" After the meal, Ye Huan inquired.

"Back to the company, the relocation matters haven't been settled yet." Tang Yao finished speaking, glanced at Zhang Huimin, and quietly said to Ye Huan, "Try to persuade Sister Zhang, she refuses to go to the Capital City."

Ye Huan nodded, indicating he understood, then pulled out two tissues and tenderly wiped Zhang Huimin's mouth despite her protests.

After wiping, while taking out money to pay, he continued, "I'll go back to the company with you."

Tang Yao reached out to stop him, saying, "No need to pay, you are our restaurant's benefactor; the meals are on the house, now and forever."

"Such a good deal?" Ye Huan was slightly surprised but didn't put on a pretense; he pocketed the money and then held Zhang Huimin's soft little hand as they left the restaurant.

Midway, he extended a finger, gently scratching in Zhang Huimin's palm.

Only when Zhang Huimin looked at him with embarrassment and anger did he stop.

"Later on, switch places; you take the driver's seat." As they exited the restaurant, Ye Huan murmured in Zhang Huimin's ear.

Zhang Huimin was momentarily stunned, not understanding, but she nodded anyway.

They came to the parked BMW not far from the restaurant, and Zhang Huimin naturally got into the driver's seat.

Ye Huan and Tang Yao both sat in the back seat.

"Ye Huan, why aren't you driving?" Tang Yao asked with great curiosity.

"Shh."

Ye Huan made a gesture for silence.

In the next instant...

His two fingers suddenly darted to the car window at lightning speed!

At the same time...

"Swish!!!"

The gunshot was extremely faint, the kind belonging to a silencer-equipped gun.

But the three inside the car heard it clearly.

Zhang Huimin and Tang Yao's faces turned pale instantly, looking towards Ye Huan.

Ye Huan had a scorching hot, reddened bullet with white smoke caught between his two fingers!

The two women's eyes widened at the sight.

It wasn't just them...

The man outside the car, dressed very scantily, also had the same reaction!

His eyes were wide open, filled with disbelief.

"Bang!!!"

A loud noise resounded.

The man came to his senses and tried to flee.

But Ye Huan's hand, which had shattered the car window, was already grasping the man's neck.

"Sister Zhang, drive to the company." Ye Huan looked towards the driver's seat.

"Uh... okay!"

Zhang Huimin swallowed hard, wiped away the cold sweat on her forehead, and started the car directly.

No matter how fast the car sped, Ye Huan didn't let go of the man's neck, his figure swaying outside the car.

By the time Ye Huan brought the man to Tianyun International, the man was already on the verge of death.

...

Tianyun International, Security Office.

"Thump."

A dull thud sounded.

Ye Huan's kick made the man grimace in pain, clutching his abdomen, wailing repeatedly on the floor.

"Speak, who sent you." Ye Huan asked coldly.

"You..." The man gasped from the pain, speaking with heavily accented Huaxia, his face full of reluctance, "When did you notice me."

Ye Huan didn't conceal the answer to the man's question.

There was no need to conceal it anyway.

By speaking out, he could intimidate the man to some extent.

"Your right hand slightly placed on your lower right waist, not swaying as you walk, clearly a habitual vigilance action to ensure you can draw a gun and retaliate at the first sign of crisis."

"Only special groups have such habitual movements."

"One, agents;"

"Two, bodyguards beside high-level leaders."

"Three, long-term killers dwelling in the world of blades and swords;"

"Four, well-trained mercenaries;"

"'Xiaoxiao's Canteen' is not worth agents' attention, and there are no high-level leaders in the restaurant, so you must be one of the last two types."

"Speak, who sent you."

Ye Huan's gaze was chillingly cold, making the man shiver all over.

"Your analysis is faulty. The restaurant isn't worth a special agent's attention, but can't I, as an agent, come specifically to dine?" The man gritted his teeth.

"That's why I didn't confront you while you were eating."

Ye Huan said calmly.

The man's expression changed slightly, continuing to press, "Then how did you know my target was Tang Yao and not the other woman?"

"Because once you entered the restaurant, you glanced around for 0.5 seconds, during which your gaze swept over most people and finally fixed on Tang Yao." Ye Huan replied calmly.

"..."

The man fell silent.

After a long while, the unwillingness on his face dissipated, and he said, "I admit defeat."

"I've finished my questions, now it's my turn. Speak, who sent you to assassinate Tang Yao." Ye Huan asked coldly.

"With your sharp judgment and formidable skill, you should know the rules of our trade. Whatever you do to me, I'll accept it, but if you want to extract information from me... impossible." The man's expression was very resolute.

But seeing Ye Huan smile and show his large white teeth, the man instantly panicked.

"Crack."

"Crack."

"Crack."

"..."

"Ah!!!!!!!!!"

"I'll talk, I'll talk!!!" Three minutes later, the man screamed hysterically, holding his right hand over his fractured-fingered left hand, rolling on the ground, his screams as terrible as a pig's being slaughtered.

"Your bones don't seem very hard." Ye Huan sneered, "Back overseas, hitmen with hard bones could withstand me for ten minutes before speaking, with a hundred and eight bones broken."

The man's eyes filled with intense fear.

A hundred and eight bones?

He merely had five fingers broken, yet the pain was enough to make him want to call for his mother, wish for death, feeling worse than dying.

"I... I'll tell you, just give me a quick... painless end." The man's voice was very weak.

"You are not in a position to negotiate with me."

Ye Huan's words were devoid of any emotion as he raised the tip of his foot, pressing it towards the man's left kneecap.

In the end, the tip of his foot didn't press down completely but hovered one centimeter above the man's knee.

"I'm a gunman for Scorpions!" the man shouted, his forehead already drenched in cold sweat.

He didn't want to endure the previous agony again.

Ye Huan retracted his extended left leg, frowning slightly.

Scorpions?

That name, Ye Huan had heard in the Dark World.

Scorpions, a super-large Dark organization entrenched in South America, owning seven mercenary groups, an assassin company, and even more than a dozen factories producing weapons.

In the Dark World, if the twelve Divine Halls of the Celestial Gods are untouchable super powers, the Scorpions are a formidable first-class force, second only to the Divine Halls. Globally, they could dominate outside Huaxia, trouncing regular armies of some medium-sized countries.

But why would Scorpions come to assassinate Tang Yao?

Ye Huan's expression fluctuated, his mind racing.

He remembered...

Scorpions' main activities include assassination, arms dealing, smuggling and...

Drugs!

Ye Huan seemed to have thought of something, his expression suddenly darkening.

If you find any errors ( broken links, non-standard content, etc.. ), Please let us know < report chapter > so we can fix it as soon as possible.