This was none other than the 30-level assassin from the Beautiful Country, Laurent.
He had the information Ross had gathered, knowing that the young, handsome man before him was Chu Fu's brother.
Perfect timing.
Grab him, make the brother call Chu Fu, and force her to log out of the game.
Once the mission was completed swiftly, 100 million federal coins would be in his hands!
It was going too smoothly.
Laurent grinned ferociously, revealing white teeth and crimson gums, licking his lips.
He reached out and grabbed Chu Feng by the neck.
Chu Feng tilted his neck.
Laurent froze, thinking it was just luck, and reached out again.
Chu Feng took two steps forward.
Enraged, Laurent drew a dagger, planning to cut off Chu Feng’s leg first.
But the moment he pulled out the dagger, Chu Feng turned around.
Seeing the opponent’s weapon, he felt deeply disappointed.
“Can’t even bother to cash in a weapon? Broke loser!”
Unable to hold back any longer, Laurent blurted out a string of foreign gibberish.
“You’re the broke loser! Do you know how expensive it is to cash in gear? Wait...how did you know?”
Chu Feng also spoke the Beautiful Country’s language.
He had lived for many years after the game invasion, when the three major nations united to fight back. Through frequent exchanges, he naturally picked up the language.
But he didn’t answer Laurent’s question.
The next moment, Laurent saw Chu Feng pull a dagger emitting black smoke from his pants pocket.
The dagger was a full meter long—impossible to pull from a pocket in reality.
The only possibility was that he had taken it from his spatial backpack.
He cashed in a spatial backpack!
How rich did one have to be to cash in such things?
Before Laurent could recover from the shock, Chu Feng put the dagger away.
“No, if I kill you with a weapon, blood will splatter—hard to clean up, and if Fu Fu sees it, she’ll be scared and grossed out.”
So what would he use to kill him?
Laurent felt this man was too arrogant, too careless.
He was a top assassin from the Beautiful Country, a 30-level assassin in the game, capable of cashing in attributes, talents, and skills from the game world.
Yet he was being so underestimated.
He erupted with terrifying speed, charging at Chu Feng.
But for Chu Feng, his arrogant speed was as slow as a snail.
In an instant, Chu Feng sidestepped and threw a punch at Laurent’s head.
"Boom!"
Laurent’s skull deformed, his eyes bulging outward, and his entire body was blasted away by the immense force.
Even though he had cashed in physique attributes, this punch nearly knocked him out.
Chu Feng’s movements were eerily swift as he closed in, throwing a punch at Laurent’s throat.
If that landed, he was dead.
Laurent let out a furious roar, quickly activating Windwalk.
Chu Feng’s punch barely missed Laurent, hitting only the wind, causing him to flutter. Laurent raised his dagger and slashed at Chu Feng.
Hadn’t he already become invincible? Couldn’t he kill this man?
But Chu Feng wore a faint, mocking smile.
"Clang!"
The dagger emitted a crisp sound,
as if striking metal.
Chu Feng’s vest tore open, revealing an inner armor beneath.
He had cashed in his equipment.
That killer dagger—worth about 500,000 in the real world and considered high-quality—had no lethal power against a game item.
One second passed in the blink of an eye.
Chu Feng struck again.
Aimed at the throat once more.
"Boom!"
Under the punch, Laurent didn’t even have time to scream before his throat was completely crushed.
Laurent died.
Before the blood could spray, Chu Feng immediately stored the body into his spatial backpack.
He waved a hand in front of his nose, looking annoyed.
“What a stench.”
Then Chu Feng’s own figure vanished from within the Crescent Villa.
At that moment, the villa had been surrounded like an iron bucket.
Thermal imaging scanners and radar constantly monitored the area.
Despite their speed, they hadn’t realized that Laurent was faster, entering the compound before the blockade was complete.
What baffled every instrument even more was Chu Feng’s stealth—they detected nothing.
Because Chu Feng walked in the dark dimension.
It was as if he moved through a parallel plane, only stepping into the real world when he chose to tear open a spatial rift.
Soon, he reached the Crescent Hills.
A large number of hikers had been convinced to descend the mountain, citing reports of wild boars roaming about.
Military dogs sniffed everywhere, searching for any trace of Laurent.
Chu Feng casually found a spot, dumped the body, and turned away without a second glance.
Time to go back and pick grapes—he wanted to make a grape fruit tea for Chu Fu.
After he left, the military dogs in the hills began barking wildly. The group quickly discovered Laurent’s body, and shock spread.
How had he died?
Who killed him? Were they an enemy or a friend?
Had someone turned him in for the bounty, or had some hidden expert intervened?
At that moment, as they looked toward the distant Crescent Villa, they suddenly felt the people living within it were unfathomable.
Li Weizheng learned of the news and immediately called Chu Fu.
His voice carried a hint of caution.
“Classmate Chu, Laurent’s body has been found. Was it someone on your side who handled it? Don’t worry—killing foreign intruders like this won’t be punished; in fact, there’s a substantial reward.”
Chu Fu understood—her brother had made a move.
Her brother acted swiftly and left no trace, completely eluding the authorities.
Chu Fu didn’t respond directly. Instead, she said, “Send the fallen soldiers to Sister Suture Saint’s place! If you really want to reward me, reimburse the experience cards—40 gold coins.”
Li Weizheng’s eyes went wide.
40 gold coins?
At the current exchange rate between game currency and real-world currency, that was 40 million!
But considering the resurrection of two soldiers and the strength of the Thorn Guild Chu Fu belonged to, he gritted his teeth.
“Reimburse, I’ll definitely reimburse. At midnight, I’ll send a team into District 030 to acquire game coins. You can also arrange a player you trust, who’s reached level 10, to bring the gold there.”
Chu Fu hadn’t expected Li Weizheng to agree.
But she didn’t hold back.
After all, with the game invasion of reality, the assets of the Flora Kingdom would become worthless paper. Before that happened, why not use them wherever they could be spent?
Then they hung up, and Li Weizheng went to contact Suture Saint.
Three hours later.
At the garden villa of Suture Saint.
Two bodies lay on the ground.
“Classmate Li, they’re all here. Is there anything else you need to prepare?”
“No need. This will do.”
Suture Saint had abundant nutrition fluids, so she cashed in her talent, "Flying Needles to Restore Life," "Corpse-Sewing Art," and a portion of her mental attribute.
Of course, the silver needles in her hand were real-world items.
She flung the flying needles with invisible threads connecting them, stitching through the two bodies.
Soon, the wounds were closed.
She infused a surge of internal energy.
Their pale faces suddenly flushed with color.
Then Suture Saint performed the "Flying Needles to Restore Life."
At that moment, she inadvertently triggered the "Thousand Hands" ability.
Then, the flying needles shot not only toward the ground but also toward Li Weizheng.
In an instant, the needles pierced his leg bones, foot bones, and arms one after another.
"Ah!" Li Weizheng exclaimed, feeling an unbearable itch all over his body. Then, a crack opened in his skin.
The steel pins that had been driven into his bones were forced out.
The chronic ailments and old wounds that had plagued him were swept away completely.
His eyes widened.
The next moment, his gaze blazed with a fervent light.
"Li Zhenzhen, how much longer can your ability last?"
