Bai Ziyan was the CEO, and Li Qianfan was the bodyguard.
Du Junlin was Bai Ziyan's little secretary.
These were their public identities.
Both Li Qianfan and Du Junlin were extremely confident in their disguise skills, certain that even their own mothers wouldn't recognize them if they passed by.
At least, Bai Ziyan thought so.
But—
As soon as they arrived at the airport, before they even got out of the car, their identities were locked onto and exposed!
It was an auntie wearing a black long dress, sunglasses, and a sun hat.
In her forties, she had a great figure, but her looks were ordinary, the kind who would disappear in a crowd.
This unremarkable auntie—
Was, of course, Shen Yun, Shen Chongchong, who could charm a crowd of men.
Even with Li Qianfan's superb disguise skills, Shen Yun could pinpoint him from eight kilometers away with her eyes closed.
"No matter how Li Qianfan disguises himself, he's still this handsome! Could this be the legendary innate protagonist's aura?"
After glancing at the three people approaching, Shen Yun looked down at her phone.
Those three—
Li Qianfan and the others swaggered into the departure hall.
Bai Ziyan, her hair elegantly pinned up, following Li Qianfan's instructions, swayed her hips and walked with a deliberately natural, cat-like gait to exude the unique charm of a mature woman.
Du Junlin, pulling a suitcase, besides a significant change in her appearance, had to abandon her masterly demeanor of "ruling the world" and adopt the posture of a secretary constantly serving her boss.
Li Qianfan, disguised as a man in his thirties, wore a black suit, a small mustache glued to his lips, and large sunglasses, looking very cool.
In any case, the appearances of the three of them matched their passport photos perfectly.
"Dear passengers, flight xxx to Tokyo, Japan, is about to depart. Passengers who are going to kill people over there, please proceed to check in quickly."
The pleasant voice of the flight attendant once again echoed in the hall.
Bai Ziyan immediately headed towards the check-in counter.
"So they're going to Japan. The Blackwater Forest is in Europe; what are they going to Japan for?"
The auntie, holding her phone in her left hand and pretending to make a call, thought to herself as she calmly walked over.
More than ten minutes later.
The direct flight to Tokyo, with a deafening roar, soared into the sky.
The flight to Tokyo took a little over two hours.
Li Qianfan, who had been active from last night until nine this morning, was full of energy but mentally exhausted.
He sat by the window, looked at the shrinking buildings below, and closed his eyes.
He wanted to sleep but couldn't. He was preoccupied with a question.
What "nom de guerre" should he leave at the scene after killing people in Japan, to let the fools at Blackwater Forest know their lair had been raided.
He, Du Junlin, and Bai Ziyan.
Could the three of them working together be called the Three Hellswordsmen, the Three Hounds of Heaven, or the Three Princes of the Universe?
Whatever the case, a name had to be left behind.
This would be a declaration to the world: "We killed these people! We simply couldn't stand the actions of idiots like Tanaka Yuan at the Blackwater Forest. Don't wrongly accuse Li Qianfan, Du Junlin, and Bai Ziyan from the Land of the East."
Three Hellswordsmen.
Li Qianfan quite liked this team name.
He had discussed it with Du Junlin on the way to the airport.
Du Junlin, now recovered, wore her usual stoic expression and remained noncommittal.
She also knew that a name had to be left at the scene of the killings.
Whether they were called Three Hellswordsmen, Three Hounds of Heaven, or Three Princes of the Universe, she didn't care.
Bai Ziyan, however, disagreed.
She found the codenames Li Qianfan came up with ridiculously cheesy!
If you don't like them, then you come up with one!
Bai Ziyan suggested that their operation be codenamed Operation White-Bellied Bird.
And the name they would leave behind after committing the crime would also be White-Bellied Bird.
White-Bellied Bird—
As the name suggests, it was a bird with a white belly.
Did such a bird exist in the world?
Let's not dwell on that for now.
The problem was, did Bai Ziyan really think Li Qianfan was stupid?
The first two characters of White-Bellied Bird incorporated the surnames Bai Ziyan and Du Junlin, and the last character obviously represented him.
Shouldn't it be called Bai Du Li?
Why did he have to represent that "bird"?
Did it mean "a bird on a white belly"?
It definitely did!
Bai Ziyan's thoughts were not only vulgar but also highly insulting.
Li Qianfan naturally disagreed, and he was sure Du Junlin would too.
However, Bai Ziyan insisted on this codename and suggested that the three of them vote, with the majority ruling.
Li Qianfan snorted and was the first to raise his hand, indicating his firm disagreement.
Then he looked at Du Junlin, waiting for her to raise her hand.
Du Junlin, who had been acting as secretary in the passenger seat, seemed to have fallen asleep and didn't raise her hand.
But when Bai Ziyan raised her hand and loudly announced that the codename for this operation, and their team name, would be White-Bellied Bird.
Du Junlin, who had seemed asleep, raised her right hand.
Damn it!
And so—
Li Qianfan had no choice but to abide by the majority and grudgingly accepted that the codename for this operation and their group name would be White-Bellied Bird.
"White-Bellied Bird it is, then. Even if it were called Qianfan Bird, I wouldn't be able to turn into a bird."
As Li Qianfan's random thoughts drifted, he slowly fell asleep.
He didn't know how long he slept, but he had a dream.
In his dream—
He had turned into "a bird" and was strutting proudly on Du Junlin and Bai Ziyan's bellies, foraging for food in the grass.
Just as he was happily eating.
Something got stuck in his throat, making him extremely uncomfortable, and he spat it out with a yelp.
Then came a violent jolt, waking him from his dream.
The plane, with a roar, had safely landed on this land of "peace and civility."
He felt a breeze, and everything was chilly.
Damn.
It was one thing to have a stupid dream of turning into a "White-Bellied Bird."
The crucial part was that he had actually vomited—
And his pants were made of such thin material, offering no protection against leakage.
What made Li Qianfan even more embarrassed was that he noticed Du Junlin, sitting beside him, was stealing glances at him from the corner of her eye.
What are you looking at?
Haven't you ever seen a young man having a wet dream?
Philistine!
As Li Qianfan glared at her, he saw her silently mouth two words.
Pervert.
"Damn it, I have a dream and you're peeking, and you're the one being a pervert. Now you're calling me a pervert? Is there any justice?"
Li Qianfan was instantly ashamed and angry. He reached out and grabbed her right hand: "Woody, lend me your hand to wipe my pants."
Du Junlin was stunned.
She never imagined that Li Qianfan would not only be a pervert in his sleep (of whom, she didn't know), but also use her small hand to wipe his pants.
This—
"Should I break his hand, or simply castrate him?"
Du Junlin finally came to her senses. Looking at her wet little hand, she thought about this. Then she realized that Li Qianfan, Bai Ziyan, and the other passengers had already reached the cabin door, queuing to disembark.
"Never mind. Considering he's half a year younger than me. No, considering he's not a coward, I'll forgive him this once."
Du Junlin suppressed her rising anger and quickly walked towards the door. Then, inexplicably, she brought her right hand to her nose and sniffed it.
Ugh—
Li Qianfan stepped off the gangway.
He stood on this land that represented peace and high culture, spread his arms, looked up at the sky, and took a deep breath.
He said in a deep, heartfelt whisper: "Dear idiots, White-Bellied Bird has arrived!"