?Mobile reading One began transforming, another launched a flying sword, and several "cooks" immediately realized who were their allies and who were enemies. Eight Zero E-book Though they didn't know what cultivation practitioners were, they clearly understood that the true Blood Shadow assassin possessed the ability to transform. Unconsciously, several of them raised their rifles, yet finding it difficult to aim at Qin Feng—since he was constantly in motion, not only directing the flying swords but also moving swiftly himself. "What should we do?" one of the "cooks" asked. "Wait a moment longer. If we still don't get a chance, then fire together—don't worry about who the target is; two of them will be eliminated." The leader said. "Understood." Several rifles were now aimed at the area where the two were located, ready to fire at the leader's command. The golden-haired man, currently in transformation mode, had several wounds from the flying swords striking him, and with Qin Feng's constant interruptions, he grew increasingly anxious. The flying sword was far more powerful than a dagger. Even if the mutated humanoid's skin was tough, it couldn't withstand its assault—let alone the fact that he hadn't yet completed his transformation. Seeing his own comrades about to be slaughtered right there in the street, the lead "chef" grew frantic and shouted, "Fire!" In his eyes, it was better that the blood-shadow assassin died at the hands of his own people than in the hands of strangers. Thump, thump, thump... Bullets shot out from various gun barrels, their emerald-tinted heads gleaming with an eerie light under the moonlight, traveling at incredible speed. Qin Feng, sensing the situation was turning dire, took an early step back. He didn't yet know the true strength of these bullets, only judging from the faint green hue that they carried—he suspected they were poisoned. As a result, he vanished into the air, while most of the bullets struck the blonde man squarely. The blonde man screamed as he launched himself skyward, now targeting the shooters. He charged toward them, and several of them instinctively continued firing. But the sheer weight of his body had already crashed down—one was crushed instantly, another torn in two, meeting a grim end. The leader fired a shot into the blonde's forehead, sending his skull flying and knocking him heavily to the ground, where he lay dead. The remaining three chefs stared at each other, each displaying the same shock and fear. Fortunately, the blonde was down—otherwise, they would have all perished. Shh... pffft... One chef fell to his knees, his chest pierced by a flying sword, still gasping in defiance. "More enemies remain—stay alert and keep firing," the leader shouted, simultaneously aiming and firing at the spot where the figures had just flashed past. Pfft... The bullet struck the trunk, immediately corroding it with a green liquid that formed a large hole. A foamy, foul-smelling substance still clung to the bullet, making Qin the Young Man feel quite uneasy. It was no wonder the mutated humanoid beasts could be dispatched with such a powerful weapon. The bullet truly was formidable. The green steel sword silently moved to the back of the two figures, poised to execute a perfect "string of pearls" maneuver. Suddenly, a flash of fire from afar—Su Wu fired. The bullet passed cleanly through the first man's neck and struck the second man squarely on the forehead. Before either of them could process what had happened, they were both dead. "Su Wu, you dead girl! Who gave you the authority to fire? I specifically instructed you before we separated—how could you have ignored my words like that?" Qin the Young Man began jumping and shouting, but he quickly realized that Su Wu was over a kilometer away—how could she possibly hear him? Well, since the man's already dead, there's no way to get useful testimony anymore. He bent down, picked up the guns of the five people, removed the magazines one by one, and found a total of fourteen bullets stained with green liquid. A few minutes later, he arrived at where Su Wu had parked her car. It was evening, so the young woman couldn't see the black streaks across his face. She beamed proudly, "How about that? My shooting skills aren't just hype, are they? You don't need to thank me much—I saw you being beaten up and struggling to stand straight, so helping you was only fair!" "What? I was beaten up and couldn't stand straight?" Qin Feng grew even more furious. "Isn't that right? You hid in the bushes for half an hour, refusing to come out—what a letdown! Even a cultivator isn't much better. The blood-shadow assassin was killed by his own people, then they turned on each other. I managed to eliminate two of them, while you only managed to take out one." The young woman counted on her fingers. Qin Feng immediately moved in, lifting her before she could react, then bracing his right arm to carry her across his shoulders. Finally, a steady rain of palm strikes landed on her firm, rounded backside. "I told you to listen to me—crack, crack—and yet you ignored me, crack, crack, you acted on your own initiative, crack, crack, you fired wildly—crack, crack, you even...!" "Qin Feng, put me down right now, or I'll never stop!" Su Xiaoniu showed absolutely no sense of making mistakes—instead, she sprang into a defiant, animated posture. When it came to beautiful women, Qin, the young noble, always preferred to yield to softness rather than firmness. The more forceful he became, the more he lost. "Crack, crack—how dare you threaten me! Crack, crack—how dare you doubt the strength of a cultivator! You certainly deserve it, crack, crack—how graceful is your shooting, really? You're a woman, aren't you? Don't you know what a lady should be like? You certainly need a good scolding, crack, crack!" With a series of over a dozen "Are you still brave enough? Clap, clap—answer me!" Qin Feng barked. "You're not speaking, are you? Then keep clapping, clap, clap!" "I'm afraid now. I'm sorry," Su Wu understood the principle of a true hero who doesn't take advantage of an immediate opportunity—she quickly pleaded for mercy. Qin Feng gave her two more claps, finally satisfying his urge, then sneered, "If you dare to ignore me again, I'll splinter your backside. I mean it—I'll follow through!" "I truly am afraid now," the young girl said, her eyes glistening with tears, genuinely shaken by the blows. Only then did Qin Feng set her down and added, "Considering that precise shot I just took, I'll grant you this one reprieve. Don't doubt my abilities. Whether it's two gunners or two hundred, I won't give them a second thought. You've only managed to knock out two—how proud you must feel! What pride is there?" Su Wu, fearing another round of blows, remained silent. Qin the Young glanced at her and said, "Go and wait in the car. See if you still dare to act on your own!" The young girl jumped onto the car as if fleeing, starting the engine and heading back the way she came. Qin Feng thought, well, finally compliant—she should have been waiting three kilometers away, and whenever he did something, he never needed anyone to intervene. His next challenge would be the head chef of the inn. The fact that he could dispatch five sharpshooters indicated that this man held a distinguished position within the Blood Shadow Killers' circle. The stout man, usually afraid of death, should be able to yield useful information. Qin Feng headed straight for the inn. As he approached the main entrance, still ten or so meters away, he casually tossed a photo-flash shock round. The cylindrical burst of light shattered the glass of several windows and landed on the floor. Nearby wine cabinets bent and tilted, then lowered to inspect the disturbance. A sharp, bright flash illuminated the room, and many people were momentarily blinded. They shouted and rushed out.