"Missy, I'm not like I haven't touched or seen before. I'm just into this kind of thing, you know that. Just let me touch you."
Lin Feng didn't hide anything. In front of Liu Mengyao, he had no need to pretend to be serious.
"You can touch, but don't go too far. There are still people here!"
Liu Mengyao knew she couldn't stop Lin Feng, so she simply let him touch and grope.
With Liu Mengyao's tacit permission, Lin Feng didn't hold back. He put one arm around Liu Mengyao's waist and let his other hand enjoy itself quietly.
Lin Feng's touches made Liu Mengyao's body burn, her eyes hazy, her pretty face flushed with two red clouds, her posture exceptionally alluring.
Seeing that the time was ripe, Lin Feng's lips quietly pressed against Liu Mengyao's sweet and delicious little mouth.
Liu Mengyao neither resisted nor dodged, allowing Lin Feng to take what he wanted.
Just as Lin Feng was about to reach out and feel Liu Mengyao's bust, his sharp intuition sensed a hidden crisis.
"Missy, you go back and rest. I need to deal with something."
Lin Feng pushed Liu Mengyao away, his eyes carrying a chilling intensity.
"What's wrong? Did something happen?"
Liu Mengyao saw Lin Feng's unchanged expression and subconsciously glanced around.
"Don't look. Just act like you don't know anything."
Lin Feng said, and his figure flashed, disappearing quickly into the night.
Liu Mengyao was startled by Lin Feng's actions but still maintained her composure and, as Lin Feng instructed, quietly walked towards the tent.
At this moment, in the grass not far away, a hidden sniper had already aimed his scope at Liu Mengyao.
A sinister curve appeared on his lips, and he instinctively went to pull the trigger.
The next second, a hand like an iron clamp lifted him from the grass as if he were a chick.
"Bad!"
Realizing the danger, the assassin instinctively drew the dagger from his boot and quickly slashed towards Lin Feng's neck.
"Hmph, you dare to show off such petty skills in front of me?"
Lin Feng snorted coldly, and with his other hand, he slammed the assassin's dagger away.
"Speak. Who sent you?"
Lin Feng threw the assassin to the ground and placed a foot on his chest.
The assassin was stunned, feeling enveloped by an aura of death.
He knew very well that he had encountered a top-tier expert. With a hint of fear, his lips slightly moved.
"Trying to commit suicide? Did you ask my permission?"
Lin Feng, having been an assassin himself, easily saw through the assassin's intentions.
He kicked him hard in the mouth, and a sharp blade shot out.
Clearly, the assassin had intended to use the blade hidden in his mouth to end his life.
"You, who exactly are you? How could you..."
The assassin clutched his aching face, looking at Lin Feng as if he were a devil.
"I am your ancestor. When I was carrying out assassination missions, you were still playing in the mud somewhere."
Lin Feng said disdainfully, bending down and searching the assassin's body.
Soon, he found a shark medal.
"So you're from Black Shark. Don't you guys usually reside abroad? How did you end up in the country?"
Lin Feng asked indifferently, as if interrogating an ant.
"Who exactly are you? How do you know everything?"
The assassin found it incredible.
Black Shark, as one of the top ten international assassin organizations, was known to almost no one except their peers.
"You can call me Death."
Lin Feng announced his alias, hoping his reputation in the assassin world would make the man talk.
As expected, upon hearing the name Death, the assassin's eyes widened as if they would pop out of his sockets.
What did Death represent?
He was the god of the assassin world!
And the lifelong faith of their assassins!
"You, are you really Death?"
The assassin was somewhat disbelieving; Lin Feng was too young.
"Do you think I would lie to someone who is about to die?"
"Your Black Shark boss was defeated by me. If I hadn't let him go back then, Black Shark wouldn't exist today."
"How about this? Use your phone to take a picture of me and go back to tell your boss to personally come and apologize to me."
Lin Feng said, striking a rather ostentatious pose!
The assassin didn't dare to argue. He took a picture of Lin Feng and fled.
After dealing with this assassin, Lin Feng returned to the tent shortly after and received an unknown call.
"Lord Death, I didn't know this mission was related to you. If I had known, I wouldn't have dared to accept it even if you gave me a hundred chances!"
"I was wrong, I was really wrong, please calm down!"
The Black Shark boss sounded like a child who had made a mistake, his voice tinged with trembling.
"Apologies are useless. Tell me, who assigned this mission?"
Lin Feng urgently wanted to know who was targeting Liu Mengyao.