?Mobile reading Finally, the two women were so exhausted they wouldn't budge from the bed. The electronic book's door lock was damaged when the officer kicked it—no need to worry, since in addition to the door lock, there was also an internal security lock that would prevent intruders from entering. When he arrived at the parking lot, just as he reached for the car door, a sudden and intense threat struck him. Through the reflection on the window glass, he saw a flash of light behind him, and without hesitation, he instantly knelt down—just as a bullet whistled past his scalp, slicing through several strands of hair. That flash of light was the muzzle flash produced when the bullet exited the gun. Since the killer's weapon was equipped with a suppressor, it was clear that Liu Chao was the one he had killed. Qin Feng extended his right hand, and the pistol appeared automatically; with his left hand, he drew the dagger concealed at his waist, then calmly moved around to the other side of the car to locate the killer's hiding place. Yuan Long hid over a hundred meters away. He had aimed his shot with great confidence, believing he could easily finish off his opponent. Yet, just when it mattered most, Qin Feng managed to dodge the bullet at the critical moment. This left Yuan puzzled—how could there be someone so agile? In the span of a moment, Qin Feng had vanished. Yuanlong raised his gun, fired a shot, and at the same time rolled over, using one hand to push off the ground and clearing a business vehicle with a single leap. As he landed, he shot another bullet through the gap between the vehicle's undercarriage and the ground. Qin Feng didn't flinch—he simply guided the bullet into his amulet as it approached. The distance between them was closing steadily. Yuanlong grew increasingly tense, quickly emptying the magazine of his pistol and drawing two shorter Japanese-style swords from his back sheath. The blades, sharp and glowing with a deep blue hue, indicated they had been dipped in poison. Qin Feng leaped into the air, charging like a hawk pursuing a rabbit, his sword aimed directly at Yuanlong's throat. Clang! The fire-steel sword and Japanese blade collided, sending out a shower of sparks. Yuanlong's sword was no ordinary blade—it held firm against the impact, only sustaining a minor crack that was barely noticeable. Shh-shh! Yuanlong swung both swords, their silver blades slicing through the air toward Qin Feng. The two exchanged blows swiftly, covering more than a dozen moves in an instant. Qin Feng left a gash in Yuan Long's back, slicing through the skin, while several tears in his garments were caused by Yuan Long's wakizashi. They were clearly evenly matched. Yuan Long held his two wakizashi—one in a standard grip, the other reversed—forming a posture reminiscent of a ninja turtle. "Good technique," Qin Feng said, his tone cold. "As a professional assassin, you're among the very best. Why kill me? Who is your real employer?" A slight upward curve appeared at Yuan Long's lips. "Since you've already deduced I'm an assassin, you shouldn't be asking me questions—after all, assassins only carry out killings, not explanations. Of course, if I'm in a particularly good mood before you die, I might just tell you." "Quite bold. As far as I know, there aren't many organizations in the world capable of producing assassins of your caliber." "Qin Feng continued, "The Island of Death no longer exists—you can't be connected to this organization. The Saint Angel Tribunal only executes those who have committed heinous crimes, so you couldn't have come from there either. That leaves only the Blood Shadow Assassins. This organization is driven by profit; they're willing to do anything to earn money. I'm certain you're from them!" As a fellow assassin, he had an in-depth understanding of the various assassin organizations in the world. "Even if you're right, what then? You'll still die," Yuan Long shouted, charging forward with his Japanese sword. "The killers nurtured by Xueying aren't very impressive," Qin Daxiao remarked with a hint of sarcasm. "It's no wonder the world's three top assassin organizations have always ranked Xueying last—your strength truly is lacking!" Yuan Long tossed aside his Japanese sword and laughed wildly. "Hahahaha! You're wrong!" "If you're wrong, then when you lower your weapon, are you surrendering to me?" Qin Feng shook his head. "You're an assassin. Even if you surrender, I won't forgive you!" "In our Xueying, the word 'surrender' has never existed in our dictionary," Yuan Long said, tearing open his shirt with both hands to reveal his well-built muscles, his voice steady. "Let me now show you the true strength of Xueying assassins!" With that, he raised his voice and roared to the sky. His eyes, which had previously been gray-brown, transformed into a blazing crimson, and his muscles began to expand and crackle with sound. "A werewolf," Qin Feng exclaimed in astonishment. "I've never heard of such a thing." "Yu Long forced out four words, his body instantly rising over a cusp of a foot—growing from his original 1.8 meters to now 2.1 meters tall. His muscles, a rich chocolate brown, radiated explosive power. Indeed, he wasn't a werewolf, as no wolf-like fur had grown during his transformation, nor had his mouth become pointed or his teeth sharpened into canines. 'A mutated humanoid,' Qin Feng stated calmly. 'You've got quite the grasp of it, young man,' Yu Long opened his massive, blood-red mouth. 'Then I won't be holding back—meet your end!' With a powerful kick from his left foot, Yu Long launched himself like a cannonball toward Qin Feng, raising a fist the size of a sandbag and slamming it down. Qin, the young prodigy, sidestepped nimbly. Yu Long's punch struck a nearby concrete pillar, a square column over fifty centimeters in diameter, and shattered it completely. Good heavens, such strength! Without hesitation, Qin launched a fire dragon scroll, and the two-meter-long fire dragon collided with Yu Long's second punch. Hmph… the fire dragon vanished, yet Yuanlong’s fists showed not a single sign of scorching. Mutant humanoid creatures are the products of research by certain passionate scientists in Europe. It is said that this research began under Hitler during World War II. After Germany’s defeat, all the research records disappeared. Later, it was reported that the researchers responsible had never ceased their work.