Urban All-Round Master

Chapter 1010: Chapter 1039: Lin Zifeng’s Decision

“Tonight, there’s a special mission. I hope you won’t disappoint me.”

Lin Zifeng shared the address details that Long Zaitian had just sent over with everyone.

Cang Zhou and Hua Tiandu were already eager, itching to get started.

Having just joined the Nantian Gang, they both felt the urgency to make achievements. If they wanted the Nantian Gang to truly accept them, they had to show some accomplishments, which everyone understood.

“Brother Lin, just tell us the mission directly. I, Cang Zhou, can’t wait any longer.”

“Yeah, Brother Lin, we’ve just joined the Nantian Gang, and haven’t achieved anything yet. It’s somewhat embarrassing. This is a great opportunity to prove ourselves.”

Hua Tiandu joined in, enthusiastically.

“Alright, let me explain tonight’s plan. Brother Huo, you will lead the Hidden Killing Thirty-Six Heavenly Gang to Zhonghai XX District to eliminate the Blood Oath assassins. The rest of you will follow Black Hawk to the northern suburbs of Zhonghai to destroy the Heavenly Martial Society’s base. I hope everyone will successfully complete this mission and return safely. This mission is significant and dangerous, so good luck to all.”

“Don’t worry, Brother Lin. I, Bu Chen, will bring you good news from this mission.”

Bu Chen boldly declared.

Everyone could distinctly smell the heavy scent of blood in the air. Tonight, Lin Zifeng’s demeanor was especially different, both straightforward and cold. Everyone guessed that the danger level of this mission was far greater than any before.

After everyone dispersed, Lin Zifeng sat alone in the secret room, his hands resting on the table, smoking one cigarette after another…

He wouldn’t personally lead tonight’s mission.

Instead, he was waiting for certain people to appear—

Long Zaitian had just sent a report saying that the Nightmare Master from the Jipu Family would appear in Zhonghai.

However, Lin Zifeng was already aware of this information.

The most troubling aspect was that Long Zaitian had already given the order to slaughter all the Nightmare Masters, leaving none alive…

But Monet Yun had no intention of harming him and was even looking forward to collaborating with Lin Zifeng to defeat the Heavenly Martial Society’s base in Fusang. This left Lin Zifeng conflicted.

To kill, or not to kill!

An arduous decision indeed.

Indeed…

After Huo Zhengfeng and the others had left,

In the dimly lit corridor within the villa’s secret room, a woman dressed in a strikingly elegant manner was walking step by step towards the secret room.

To say “walk” is not quite accurate, it was more like she was gliding; her steps were so light you couldn’t hear the slightest sound.

Monet Yun, wearing a classical kimono that accentuated her graceful and refined figure, walked with a poised and orderly manner, her alluring and revealing long legs closely held within the kimono’s hem…

Her smooth, soft, and fragrant shoulders were glistening and moist, and the tight kimono couldn’t entirely cover the two jade-like muscles running along the crease—

Lin Zifeng continued to smoke his cigarette, alone in the secret room.

Within half a minute, the door of the secret room was gently pushed open.

Monet Yun showed no sign of shyness at all, stepping into the room barefoot.

Seeing Lin Zifeng sitting upright and smoking, a slight blush gradually spread across her face.

“Has anyone ever told you that the closer you get to the Death God, the faster you’ll die?”

Lin Zifeng said coldly, his expression unchanged.

He continued to smoke his cigarette without even lifting his head, not even giving her a glance out of the corner of his eye.

“The distinguished Death God has sent all his subordinates out and is the only one in the secret room. Are you not waiting for something?”

Monet Yun spoke softly and charmingly, walking delicately towards Lin Zifeng, her exquisite features full of allure.

She sat gracefully facing Lin Zifeng.

Her slightly curled long hair fell diagonally over the right shoulder into the white and smooth crease.

Despite such temptation, Lin Zifeng continued smoking, picking up the half-empty cup of tea on the table to take a gentle sip.

“If I were to tell you some painful news now, would you be willing to listen?” Lin Zifeng asked with a light-hearted smile.

“I came here, didn’t I? Of course, I wouldn’t miss the chance to listen.”

“You should be quite familiar with the Eastern Earth Martial Arts Alliance, right?”

Lin Zifeng smiled, very casually and calmly.

“Oh?! Are you suggesting that the Martial Arts Alliance has discovered our whereabouts?”

Monet Yun frowned slightly, feeling a ripple of concern in her heart.

It’s known that the intelligence network capabilities of the Eastern Earth Martial Arts Alliance are comparable to those of the United States Federation Bureau.

Once you set foot on half a piece of Eastern Earth land, the Martial Arts Alliance can track your whereabouts within a day.

“Also, you might not be aware of my true identity.”

Seeing her somewhat flustered gaze, Lin Zifeng added another line.

“Aren’t you the Death God?”

Always calm and composed, Monet Yun suddenly felt that in front of Lin Zifeng, she was like a transparent sheet of paper, with her every thought completely discernible.

“I used to be, but not anymore.” Lin Zifeng shook his middle finger, his face slowly turning stern: “My identity now is a master from Eastern Earth. They need me to kill you, do you think there’s still room for collaboration between us?”

“If you really wanted to kill me, you wouldn’t have brought me here, would you?”

Monet Yun gazed at him with enchanting, seductive eyes, a smile flirtatiously humming: “I think there’s still room for cooperation between us.”

“That depends on whether you have any value to offer.”

“I assure you, Death God, collaborating with our Jipu Family won’t let your Nantian Gang suffer any losses.”

“What you’ve proposed is indeed tempting.” Lin Zifeng didn’t deceive himself. He knew perfectly well that collaborating with the Jipu Family would be beneficial for his Nantian Gang. However, once he colluded with Fusang people, he would certainly be betraying his country.

“So, has the Death God been tempted?”

Monet Yun’s eyes were like silk, enticingly staring at him.

“Haha. I am tempted.” Lin Zifeng nodded with a smile.

“If the Death God finds these rewards unsatisfactory, the next gift might interest you more.”

Saying that, Monet Yun’s slender and long legs gradually stretched onto the table, her delicate body slowly crawling up like a nimble cat.

The fierce ripples of her chest were all visible in Lin Zifeng’s eyes.

Lin Zifeng continued to remain stationary, smiling as he watched the scene unfold, seeing it all as mere theatrics.

“Is the Death God interested in me?”

Monet Yun gradually slipped down the kimono’s collar from her fragrant shoulders, revealing an unimaginably deep white crease.

Sweeping down from her fragrant shoulders, her perfect hips were incredibly alluring.

Seeing Lin Zifeng not reject her seduction, Monet Yun moved even closer, softly inviting him.

Yet Lin Zifeng only smiled without speaking, savoring the seductive allure of the scene.

“Do you desire me? I—I feel so hot, can you help me?”

Truth be told, Lin Zifeng was indeed tempted, very much so.

Monet Yun’s seductive skills were astonishingly impressive, but Lin Zifeng knew well that the profession of a Nightmare Master had countless tricks up its sleeve.

“Why? Am I still not tempting you enough?”

Monet Yun smiled coyly and charmingly, her captivating smile deeply ingrained.

“Aren’t you afraid I’ll kill you?”

Lin Zifeng’s tone gradually became icy, each word like ice, even though Monet Yun was so close to Lin Zifeng, the coldness of his voice made her body suddenly freeze.

Her alluring expression slightly faltered.

Because she didn’t understand Lin Zifeng, she thought of all men in the world as being the same.