Five meters ahead of Qin Feng stood a rural tavern, its neon sign flickering constantly. Several motorcycles and a few cars were parked outside, and the sound of clinking glasses from inside could be heard from afar. This tavern had appeared in the records and was one of Yuan Long’s testimonies—serving as the link between the Xueying Organization and the assassins, where every mission was picked up from. According to Yuan Long himself, the staff and the owner inside didn’t seem like members of Xueying. Each time he received a mission, he simply needed to go in, order one German rye beer and a slice of cream cake, and someone would deliver the mission details. After stepping out of the grassy area and observing the tavern for over ten minutes, he confirmed that there was no danger either inside or outside. The tavern was bustling, with at least a dozen guests completely drunk. He found an empty table and called out to the bar attendant, “One rye beer, one cream cake, please.” A typical beer enthusiast wouldn't choose a cream cake when drinking beer, yet the waiter swiftly brought both items over. The beer was an ordinary rye, nothing suspicious about it. The cake appeared to have several letters scattered haphazardly across it; Qin Feng—Qin Feng—he spelled them out one by one. My goodness, isn't that exactly my own name? It seems Yuanlong's death hasn't stopped the Blood Shadow from pursuing him; now he's using his fork to eat the cake, savoring the rich cream flavor. Inside the cake, he discovered a small note, which he picked up silently and tucked into his pocket. All of this went unnoticed by one person—standing behind the bar in the kitchen, the cake master responsible for preparing various pastries. Upon seeing Qin Feng fold the note, he was certain it was a mission-driven assassin sent by the organization, and exhaled a long, relieved breath. Just then, however, a man with golden hair entered and called out to the waiter, "One rye beer, and one cream cake, please!" "The server found it strange—there were indeed many people who came to dine, but not on a daily basis. Today, however, two had arrived at once. The head chef felt a sudden pang of concern. Only one task had been assigned from above. How could there be two people coming to receive it? It must mean that one of them had coincidentally arrived, not part of the organized group. But who exactly was the genuine one? To be safe, he didn’t immediately assume Qin Feng was the real one, but instead prepared an identical cake and served it to both. The master waved his hand, and several men wearing chef's hats approached. He instructed them, "Follow those two. If anything seems off, eliminate them!" He had already decided that one of them was a fake—no matter the cost, the organization's secrets must not be exposed. The men nodded, removed their chef's hats, tossed them onto the workbench, picked up small bundles from the wardrobe, and quickly departed. "Qin Feng replied. The blonde man was first startled, then swung his hand forward, sending a dagger flying with a flash of cold light, aimed directly at Qin Feng. A mere trick, Qin thought—just a thought away, the dagger vanished at a distance of over a meter. Qin, the young lord, was ready to receive anything—whether it was a bomb or a dagger, he'd absorb it into his talisman, and return it exactly as it came, when the time was right. Several chefs stood nearby, each holding a gun. One of them spoke up: "Two of them are fighting now—how do we know who's genuine and who's an impostor?" "Don't interfere," said the leader. "Wait until they've settled their fight. We'll act then. Losing one of our assassins isn't a big deal—our organization can train at least ten new ones every year. What matters is that we don't expose ourselves. We use special bullets. The true Blood-Shadow assassins aren't afraid of ordinary ones." Several people quickly removed their magazines from their belts and produced fresh ones, carbonized on the surface. The bullets inside these new magazines differed noticeably from ordinary ones—on the bullet heads, a translucent, jade-green object was visible, with faint indications of liquid flowing within. These specialized bullets were designed specifically to counter mutate humanoid creatures. The liquid in the bullet head disrupted the mutated genes, and as long as the vital organs were struck, even the most formidable mutated humanoid would have no choice but to perish. Both observers recognized the potential threat, yet it was clearly the person before them who posed the greater danger. Qin Feng was actively seeking a decisive strike, appearing cautious at first glance. In reality, this caution was deliberate: by not immediately provoking the other, he aimed to avoid the immediate risk of a full transformation, which he had firsthand experience with—knowing that once the opponent completed their transformation, they would become exceptionally difficult to handle. The blonde man, however, showed no immediate intention to transform, believing that since he could already resolve the current crisis, there was no need to do so. Clang! The two daggers interlocked, sending sparks flying as the golden-haired man's blade snapped in two. The sharpness of the fire-blade was once again proven. Undeterred, he casually tossed aside the hilt and, like a magician, produced another. Qin Feng suddenly unleashed a dragon of flame aimed straight at his face, seizing the perfect moment when the man was momentarily stunned, and drove his dagger through his heart. When the golden-haired man reacted, the blade had already pierced his body—though he managed to retreat, he could not avoid being struck through. Drawing the dagger free, blood surged out in a steady stream. In fact, Qin Feng had already noticed the issue when the blade first struck: the man's heart was not on the left side. This wound would at best be a serious one, not life-threatening. If only he had aimed for the throat instead. The heart might indeed be on the opposite side, but the trachea and major arteries surely wouldn't be off-kilter. The blonde man escaped unscathed, his eyes blazing with fury. He roared, "You're asking for it! I'm going to rip you to shreds!" And as he said that, instead of charging straight at Qin Feng to tear him apart, he reached up and began tearing at his own shirt. My goodness, he's about to transform!