The Pacific Ocean, a small island Beneath the seaboard, over thirty sea miles in radius, dozens of high-power disturbance devices are strategically deployed. Even the most advanced spy satellites cannot detect their presence. Hidden beneath rocks and trees lies a fully equipped underground organization, with only a few office districts and personnel occupying the main spaces—most areas serve as training grounds. People of various ages and ethnicities, under the watchful gaze of instructors whose expressions are frosty, sweat profusely. Boom… A powerful explosion sends flames soaring into the sky, tinting the sea surface red. Then follows a series of even more intense blasts—buildings beneath the islands and reefs are blown sky-high. No cries emerge; the explosions unfold so suddenly that people have no time to react. The island is nearly reduced to ruins. Thirty minutes later, a person emerges from the southeastern wreckage, cursing loudly: "You won't give me freedom? Then I'll destroy you all!" … Finally, stepping back onto familiar soil. Qin Feng feels his heart surge with emotion—though this scene has already unfolded in his mind countless times. On his birthday at age five, he was abducted by several black-robed persons and taken to a place known as the Isle of Death. Over ten years of grueling training, he evolved into a cold-blooded killer. At eighteen, he launched his career and completed three SSS-level assignments within two years—within the killers' domain, he is hailed as Feng Magic. When he arrives at this very land, he realizes it is impossible to find his long-lost home by simply recalling childhood memories. The changes have been truly profound. In his memory, Zhongyuan City was once a modest provincial capital—now it has transformed into a vibrant metropolis, with tall buildings standing in dense clusters and roads intersecting in intricate patterns. The steady flow of vehicles and pedestrians vividly illustrates the city's fast-paced lifestyle. Over these years as a killer, though he has gained some personal freedom, he has never dared to contact relatives back home in China. He knows well that even during active assignments, his organization maintains constant surveillance—every action is visible to them. Any communication—simply checking online for family updates—could bring about devastating consequences. The organization strictly enforces such protocols. Reliant only on scattered memories and some inquiries, he boards a bus heading toward his destination. Choosing the bus offers him an opportunity to find familiarity amid the unfamiliar. There are many passengers on board; after entering, he naturally walks toward the rear section of the carriage. A beautiful lady is present—his eyes linger longer than before. She wears professional attire: a white frilled collar shirt beneath which flows a coffee-colored mid-length skirt, revealing slender legs clad in black stockings and wearing high-heeled crystal shoes. Her ponytail is neat and well-kept; her forehead is clean, with large eyes radiating purity, a straight nose bridge slightly arched at the tip, and delicate cherry-like lips framed by a sharp chin. One snowy white hand grasps the pillar near the rear door. She exudes an air of pure innocence—clearly a recent graduate untouched by the complexities of city life. A middle-aged gentleman, around forty years old, who boarded with Qin Feng, immediately brightens when he sees her. Although both are suitability seekers, Qin Feng can honestly say that his gaze is one of genuine appreciation. The gentleman, however, behaves differently—he originally trailed behind Qin Feng but quickly moves forward, reaching for the pillar and gradually approaching the woman. It's natural to want to draw near a beautiful person—this isn't extraordinary, Qin Feng thinks. As the bus begins moving, the man lifts his arm slightly, seemingly casually brushing against the woman’s chest. The woman notices this gesture and shifts slightly to the side of the gentleman. Typically, at that point, one would have been discovered—like a piece of tofu in the middle of the meal—and be asked to stop. Yet, surprisingly, the man also moves sideways again, inserting his arm across his waist so it now aligns with her chest. With every slight sway of the bus, he continues this intimate contact. NND—he’s truly experienced! Qin Feng wishes he could give him a big thumbs-up. Most suitability seekers would stop once discovered; this gentleman not only persists but maintains precise positioning and angles—clearly an expert in his craft. The woman, patient yet unable to resist, now feels cornered—her eyes brim with anxiety and even begin to glisten with tears. The man shows no intention of stopping—he grows increasingly overbearing. Several nearby passengers have noticed the situation but deliberately turn their gaze away, acting as if they don’t see it. Others express regret, wishing that someone could intervene—but no one steps forward. NND—Qin Feng is now furious. He has always believed Chinese people possess high standards of conduct and would never behave like Japanese counterparts with frequent "bus suitability seekers" or "subway suitability seekers." Yet here he stands, witnessing such a disgrace firsthand. As someone who has been longing to return home for fifteen years, experiencing this very issue upon arriving in his homeland—how could he help but be enraged? Especially when he sees the girl’s tear-filled eyes—his anger escalates into passionate fury. He walks two steps forward and swings his arm fully, delivering a solid pat technique on the gentleman's face. Snap… The man’s previously awkward expression distorts as he instinctively withdraws his hands. He hadn’t anticipated anyone would intervene; in fact, it is precisely the passengers’ indifferent attitude that has empowered him to act so boldly and unapologetically. Now, a surprise visitor appears—his eyes narrow and he asks sternly: "Why did you hit me?" And he even lifts his sleeves, appearing ready to retaliate. One must know one’s limits—how can you expect dignity when you’re merely trying to be polite? Qin Feng replies with a decisive kick that directly answers the question. The man is pushed back several steps; if not for someone in the rear row pushing him gently, he would have fallen to the floor. Qin Feng asks calmly: "Is there anything else?" Now fully aware of facing a hard opponent, the gentleman realizes that should they continue to argue, he will inevitably lose. He thus remains silent, turning his back on both Qin Feng and the woman. The beautiful lady offers him a grateful smile: "Thank you!" "No—this is something every Chinese person should naturally do!" As Qin Feng speaks, he deliberately casts a look of disdain toward those who previously displayed indifference. All of them now feel embarrassed and lower their heads. Please share This book comes from