?Mobile reading Pacific, a small island. Eight Zero E-book (txt02.com) Below the sea surface within a radius of several dozen nautical miles, dozens of high-power interference units are deployed—advanced spy satellites are unable to detect their presence. Beneath the camouflage of rocks and trees lies a fully equipped underground facility. Aside from a few office areas and personnel, most of the space is dedicated to training. People of various ages and skin tones sweat profusely under the steady, frosty gaze of the instructors. Boom— A powerful explosion erupts, casting a crimson glow over the sea. Then, a series of even more intense blasts follow, lifting the buildings hidden beneath the island’s reefs into the air. No cries of distress—so sudden is the explosion that people have no time to react. The entire island is reduced to rubble. Half an hour later, a figure emerged from the ruins in the southeast corner, cursing, "If you won't give me freedom, I'll destroy you all!" ... Finally, he stepped back onto the land he had long missed. Qin Feng felt his heart stir with excitement—though this scene had already played out in his mind countless times. When he was five, on his birthday, he had been abducted by several men in black robes and taken to a place called the Island of Death. Over the course of fifteen years, he underwent relentless training, transforming into a cold-blooded killer. At eighteen, he launched his career and completed three SSS-level assignments within just two years—within the killer's world, he became known as the "Feng Mage." Yet, upon stepping back onto the soil of his childhood, he realized that finding his long-lost home, as he remembered it, was no longer possible. The changes had been too profound. In his memory, the original Zhongyuan City had been a modest provincial capital; now, it had grown into a bustling metropolis. Skyscrapers rise one after another, roads crisscrossing, with a constant flow of vehicles and pedestrians, all vividly reflecting the fast-paced lifestyle here. Over the past two years as a killer, although he has gained some personal freedom, he has never dared to contact his family back in his homeland. He knows well that even during active missions, the organization assigns personnel to closely monitor him, ensuring that nothing escapes their notice. Any contact—especially a simple online inquiry about his relatives—could spell disaster for them. The organization maintains strict protocols in this regard. Relying solely on fragmented memories and some inquiries, he boarded the bus heading toward his destination. Choosing the bus was an effort to find a sense of familiarity amid the unfamiliarity. The bus was crowded, and once he got on, he naturally moved toward the rear of the carriage. To his surprise, there was a beautiful young woman. She wore a professional outfit—a white shirt with flowing lace collar, paired with a coffee-colored midi skirt that revealed two slender, elegant legs clad in black silk stockings, and polished high-heeled crystal sandals. Her hair was neatly tied in a neat ponytail, with clear, bright eyes that seemed pure and innocent, a straight nose slightly upturned, a delicate, thin mouth, and a pointed chin. One snow-white hand was resting against the pillar at the rear entrance. She exuded a sense of freshness and purity—clearly a recent college graduate, untouched by the complexities and chaos of urban life. A middle-aged man in his forties, who had boarded the vehicle with Qin Feng, immediately brightened up, his eyes gleaming with admiration. Though both of them were admirers, Qin Feng could honestly say he viewed the woman with genuine appreciation. The middle-aged man was different. Originally trailing behind Qin Feng, he suddenly pushed forward a few steps, reached out to grasp the pillar, and quietly approached the woman. Everyone has a desire to be near beautiful people—there's nothing surprising about that, Qin Feng thought. As the bus moved, the man raised his arm slightly, seemingly unconsciously, brushing against the woman's chest. The woman noticed and shifted to the man's diagonal rear. Usually, at this point, the man would have been spotted and would have to make a graceful retreat. Yet, the man moved again, stepping aside and inserting his arm across his waist, effectively raising his arm to align with the woman's chest, and continued his "doufu" performance as the bus gently rocked. Wow—this man is truly experienced! Qin Feng really wanted to give him a big thumbs-up! Once spotted, typical color-wolves usually step back. This gentleman, however, not only refused to yield but also maintained just the right positioning and angle—clearly an experienced player. The beautiful woman was patient and persistent, yet lacked the courage to resist; now completely cornered, tears glistened in her anxious eyes. The gentleman showed no intention of easing off; on the contrary, he grew even more persistent. Several passengers around had noticed, yet deliberately shifted their gaze, pretending not to see. Some expressed regret—how a so beautiful young woman could be treated so unfairly—but despite their sympathy, no one stepped forward to intervene. NND, Qin Feng is furious. He always believed Chinese people were well-mannered and would never be like the Japanese counterparts, constantly encountering color-wolves on buses and subways. Yet here he was, witnessing such a disgraceful incident firsthand. As someone who has been looking forward to returning to his homeland for fifteen years, it's hard not to be furious when, just upon stepping onto the soil of his country, he encounters such an incident. Especially when he sees the girl's tear-streaked eyes, his anger escalates to a full-blown rage. He strides two steps forward, raises his arm, and slaps the middle-aged man squarely on the face. Pffft— The man's previously reserved and awkward expression instantly distorts, and the hand he had been using to assert dominance involuntarily retracts. He hadn't expected anyone to intervene—his boldness stemmed from observing the passengers' reactions. It was precisely their indifference that gave him the confidence to act. Suddenly, like a hero emerging from nowhere, the man eyes him fiercely and demands, "Why did you hit me?" He even rolls up his sleeves, ready to retaliate. One would think a person should have some self-awareness—after all, isn't it now you, the awkward one, who's claiming to be right? It seemed as though a single slap hadn't woken you up—Qin Feng simply answered his question with a kick. The elder stumbled back several steps; if it hadn't been for a push from someone in the back row, he would have already collapsed onto the floor. Qin Feng sneered, asking, "Do you have any more questions?" Realizing he had encountered a tough opponent, the elder thought that if things went serious, it would definitely be him who would suffer. He remained silent, now facing away from Qin Feng and the beautiful woman, bending over to clutch his stomach. The woman smiled gratefully at Qin Feng. "Thank you!" "No need," Qin Feng replied, deliberately casting a look of disdain toward those who had previously shown indifference. All of them lowered their heads, embarrassed.