Evening.
Chen Feng finally left the Municipal Bureau.
Everything was settled.
The Municipal Bureau police force's promotional video would begin filming in three days.
Lao Mouzi provided friendly support.
Since the assassin Mike Martin hired was from the ancient Assassin's Gate, not one of those modern traitors, neither the Municipal Bureau nor even Chen Feng had any clues.
It was very difficult to track down such a person.
Therefore, they could only lure the wolf cub out of its den.
In the afternoon, Chen Feng and Mike Martin had officially torn off all pretenses.
Everyone knew what was going on.
Mike Martin knew that Chen Feng had the 'blood cloth,' a token from the Red Handkerchief sect of the Outer Eight Sects, and it was even possible that the 'ink jade orchid' had been stolen by Chen Feng.
And Chen Feng also clearly knew Mike Martin's background and their actions in Xia Guo.
This conflict was unavoidable.
It just depended on who would break the deadlock first.
The words Mike Martin said before he left were an absolute, blatant threat.
If nothing unexpected happened, Chen Feng probably wouldn't live past tomorrow.
Therefore, Du Lei would stay at Chen Feng's place tonight.
She would move in under the guise of a distant relative.
So, when he left, Chen Feng departed the Municipal Bureau alone, driving his eye-catching 'wolf cub supercar.'
...
The night was deep.
Around seven in the evening.
The intercom rang.
Chen Feng walked to the monitor and pressed the talk button: "Who is it?"
"Mr. Chen, I'm the security guard. There's a... woman outside, who says she's your relative. Her name is Du Lei, Mr. Chen, do you know this person?"
Chen Feng let out a long breath: "She's my cousin, please let her in."
"Okay, Mr. Chen."
He hung up the call.
A few minutes later.
The doorbell rang.
Chen Feng opened the outer courtyard gate from the living room.
He saw Du Lei, dressed in a denim outfit, carrying a travel bag, one hand in her pocket, walking in with a cool, long stride.
She looked around as she walked.
Looking at her appearance, Chen Feng muttered helplessly to himself: "With that posture, if anyone says she's a woman, I'll literally stand on my head and have diarrhea."
Soon, Du Lei entered the living room.
Chen Feng waved casually: "You're here, little sister. There are empty rooms upstairs, just pick one you like. If you're hungry, there's food in the kitchen, make it yourself. I'm going to take a shower now. Oh, by the way, whatever you make for dinner, make a portion for me too."
He said and left.
Du Lei: "..."
A vein throbbed on her forehead.
What did he take her for?
A nanny?
She angrily threw her travel bag on the floor, then looked around, secretly astonished.
What exactly was this guy's background?
She heard he was just an extra actor, so why could he afford to live in Longhu Yihe Villa?
This should be the most expensive land in all of Yanjing, right?
Only true tycoons lived here.
How could Chen Feng afford it?
The Municipal Bureau's information on Chen Feng was pitifully scarce.
It showed that this guy used to be a marginal figure.
No one paid attention to him at all.
It was truly abnormal.
Du Lei curiously wandered around the living room, checking all the key locations, and finally entered the kitchen.
She hadn't eaten dinner yet.
This scoundrel didn't even bother to prepare something to eat.
She wasn't even a real relative, yet he treated her like she wasn't an outsider?
She was here to protect him, after all, wasn't she?
Du Lei was annoyed, and she forcefully pulled open the super-large, super-luxurious refrigerator door in the kitchen.
As soon as she pulled it open, she froze.
Oh my god!
Everything was there.
Fresh seafood, ham, steak, champagne, red wine, various seasonal vegetables.
What to eat?
She didn't know how to cook anything herself.
Du Lei silently closed the refrigerator door and began rummaging through the kitchen cabinets.
...
In the bathroom.
Chen Feng took a shower.
He took it very slowly.
He was too lazy to go out.
Strictly speaking, the Assassin's Gate assassin under Mike Martin was already out of date.
According to Chen Feng's understanding of the Assassin's Gate among the Outer Eight Sects, in ancient times, members of the sect were called assassins, not killers.
Killer was a term that only appeared in modern society.
Ancient assassins, like Zhuan Zhu, Yao Li, Jing Ke, and Nie Zheng, basically assassinated others for a certain purpose.
No matter for what reason, they never took money.
Those who took money were called killers.
Only those who didn't take money were called assassins.
The Assassin's Gate's degeneration into its current state was also something that happened after the Tang Dynasty.
He wondered if there were still any true assassins in modern society.
At least the Orchid Gate still had people like Jiang Pingting who strictly adhered to the Orchid Gate's rules.
Chen Feng pondered as he showered.
About half an hour later, he finally finished showering, went upstairs to change into home clothes, and then hurried downstairs into the kitchen.
Inside.
Du Lei turned to look at him and said expressionlessly: "I cooked two bowls of noodles. Do you want to eat?"
Chen Feng walked over curiously.
Hmm, two large bowls of instant noodles on the dining table.
There were also some greens and luncheon meat.
It smelled quite good.
However, his refrigerator was fully stocked with ingredients, yet this woman only cooked two bowls of noodles; it seemed this was her skill level.
Chen Feng casually asked: "Is your 'xia mian' delicious?"
"Chen Feng."
Du Lei's expression turned cold, and she casually picked up a pair of chopsticks, exerted force with both hands, and snapped the chopsticks with a 'gaba' sound.
Then she said through gritted teeth: "If you dare to flirt with me again, I'll immediately dislocate your jaw."
"Huh?"
Chen Feng said in astonishment: "I flirted with you?"
"That's right."
"Where did I flirt with you?"
Chen Feng looked bewildered.
"Don't play dumb with me. You think just because I'm a police officer I haven't heard of the 'xia mian' (literally 'underneath' or 'cooked noodles') pun? Didn't you ask if my 'xia mian'... was delicious?"
Du Lei's face was somewhat red.
She didn't know if it was from anger or a bit of shyness.
Chen Feng: "..."
He was truly more wronged than Dou E.
With another woman, he might have been interested in playing with the 'xia mian' pun.
But with her?
Chen Feng shook his head, simply picked up the large bowl, took two chopsticks, turned around, and waved his hand: "A pair of chopsticks costs a hundred yuan. These are Xiang Fei bamboo chopsticks, very expensive."
"A hundred yuan?"
Du Lei exclaimed in shock: "Why don't you just rob someone?"
"I have the receipt, do you want to see it? Rob? I wouldn't dare to rob you. Come eat, little sister, I'll just consider that pair of chopsticks as broken by myself."
Du Lei: "..."
She stomped her foot hard.
Carrying her noodle bowl, she went into the living room.
She had to stay close to Chen Feng at all times to protect his safety.
Although Du Lei wasn't very concerned about assassins or anything like that, in the eyes of this SWAT rookie king, could modern assassins really be as formidable as they were portrayed in movies?
She didn't believe it!
Come on and try if you dare.
Du Lei was eager for a challenge, so she actually had a faint hope that the assassin would indeed show up.
The two sat in the living room.
Chen Feng turned on the TV.
Neither of them spoke, eating and watching TV.
They had only eaten a few bites when the room suddenly darkened, all the lights instantly went out, and the TV screen went black.
The entire villa was eerily silent.
Almost at the same time, Du Lei grabbed Chen Feng's collar, pressed him onto the sofa, and shielded him with her body.
"Shh!"
Du Lei's expression changed.
It was serious and sharp.
Her eyes gleamed in the darkness.
At this moment, the two were pressed tightly together, Chen Feng looked up at her face, which was inches away, and suddenly realized that this girl...
Was quite delicate.
If her skin were a bit fairer, she would actually be quite pure, possessing a kind of neutral beauty.
However, those muscles...
Chen Feng thought of a term.
Hmm!
King Kong Barbie!
