Boss Hu also found it incredible.
He had naturally heard of Death, but this guy in front of him, acting like an idiot, was Death?
What kind of joke was this?
What kind of person was Death? How could people like them ever come into contact with Death?
Boss Hu refused to believe it, even if he were beaten to death.
Mo Han felt so embarrassed that she wished she could pull out a gun and end herself.
In her opinion, Lin Feng's bluffing trick was too naive; anyone with a brain wouldn't believe it.
Boss Hu, who commanded the underground forces, surely had an extraordinary mind.
Lin Feng's actions were tantamount to making Boss Hu treat them even worse!
"I really am Death!"
Lin Feng, indulging his playful mood, spoke a few words in the native dialect, known only to a select few.
He spoke in the native tongue because he noticed that the men under Boss Hu were dressed in a manner that suggested they had lived among the natives.
So, Lin Feng jabbered away in a language Mo Han couldn't understand.
To her surprise, Boss Hu understood.
This was because Lin Feng revealed some little-known details about Death's past activities among the natives.
"You, you really are Death?"
Boss Hu questioned him in the native dialect.
Lin Feng took out a large seal from his pocket and tossed it to Boss Hu.
Upon seeing the seal, Boss Hu looked as if he had encountered something terrifying.
This was the Seal of Death, possessed only by Death.
Coupled with Lin Feng's revelation of Death's previously unknown deeds among the natives in their language,
Boss Hu had no choice but to believe him.
Even if Lin Feng wasn't Death, he must have had some connection to Death.
How could he dare to provoke someone at the pinnacle of the world?
Thus, Boss Hu changed his tune, plastering on a smile. "Miss Mo Han, everything I did just now was a test for you."
"Seeing your sincerity, we shall complete this cooperation successfully."
Boss Hu waved his hand, and one of his subordinates handed Mo Han a briefcase full of cash.
Mo Han took the briefcase, feeling utterly bewildered.
It wasn't until they were safely away from the factory that Mo Han believed Boss Hu had truly let her go.
But what on earth had happened?
Did Boss Hu really believe Lin Feng's nonsensical story?
"Hey, let me see your seal. Did Boss Hu really believe you were Death just like that?"
Mo Han was shocked and perplexed.
"No need to look. I forged it for fifty yuan under a flyover. How could someone like me be Death?"
Lin Feng chuckled self-deprecatingly.
"No way? A forged seal of yours could fool Boss Hu? When did this guy become so easily fooled?"
Mo Han didn't know what to say.
"Boss Mo Han, I have acting skills too. I acted it convincingly."
Lin Feng rolled his eyes.
"Fine, you have acting skills. Since you're such a good actor, help me perform another act."
Mo Han handed the cash-filled briefcase to Lin Feng.
"If you help me finish this act, all this money will be yours."
Mo Han was surprisingly generous.
The briefcase contained US dollars, amounting to about a million.
Lin Feng didn't care about money; money was just numbers to him.
He was simply curious about what Mo Han planned to do next.
"I can agree, but you have to tell me how I need to act,"
Lin Feng asked.
"It's simple. You're willing to act as Death, so continue acting as Death."
"I'll dress you up elaborately. When we get there, you don't need to say anything. Just follow my lead."
Mo Han intended to use Lin Feng for a significant undertaking.
Thus, she drove Lin Feng and Chen Xuerou to a bustling small city.
She bought Lin Feng a suit worth tens of thousands of yuan and took him to a barber for a hairstyle.
Dressed in a black suit, with slicked-back shiny hair,
Lin Feng, wearing sunglasses, exuded an air of importance.
Mo Han and Chen Xuerou's eyes lit up, surprised by how manly Lin Feng looked after being dressed up.
"No, something's still missing. Death should wear some expensive jewelry."
"Do you think a gold chain would suit him better, or a jade thumb ring?"
Mo Han pondered.
Lin Feng smiled faintly. "Boss Mo Han, Death is also a person. Why would he wear jewelry?"
"Isn't that obvious? Death is rich and powerful. Do you think he's like you, penniless?"
Mo Han retorted.
Chen Xuerou also agreed with Mo Han.
The name Death sounded imposing.
And Lin Feng lacked that kind of imposing aura.
"Why don't you stick on a fake beard for him? I think a beard would make him more imposing."
Chen Xuerou's suggestion was approved by Mo Han.
Under the women's fussing, Lin Feng had a beard glued on and was also adorned with a jade thumb ring.
At first glance, he looked very much like a gang leader.
"That's more like it. Death should look like this."
Mo Han was very satisfied.
"That's the Death you imagine. The real Death isn't as complicated as you think."
Lin Feng was speechless.
He was Death himself, and now he didn't even look like himself.
"Mo Han, what exactly are you trying to do by dressing Lin Feng up as Death?"
Chen Xuerou asked curiously.
Mo Han thought for a moment, feeling that Chen Xuerou and Lin Feng were good people, and decided not to hide it anymore.
"It's like this, I'm tired of being an assassin, and I want to retire."
"But in our Black Rose Assassin Group, it's only death in battle, never retirement."
"So, I want to use Death to back me up, saying that Death favors me and intends to take me as a disciple."
"This way, Black Rose wouldn't dare to refuse my departure."
Mo Han spoke with a hint of sadness.
She had always yearned for a normal life.
Especially after experiencing the incident where Boss Hu wanted to silence them, her resolve had only strengthened.