Urban All-Round Master

Chapter 1217: Chapter 1251: Reunion with Monet Yun

“Could… could he be the Death God?”

Liu Ruyan’s delicate face suddenly froze!

How could a man who is always giggling possibly be associated with someone as powerful as the Death God? Furthermore, they’ve lived together for so long without discovering anything unusual about him, no matter how she analyzed it.

Liu Ruyan couldn’t believe Lin Zifeng would have any connection to the Death God.

“Impossible! This is absolutely impossible!”

Liu Ruyan put down the black outfit, repeatedly denying the possibility in her heart.

But on second thought, the presence of this outfit in Lin Zifeng’s home inevitably suggested something was amiss.

“How could this be!”

Emotionally stirred, Liu Ruyan collapsed onto the bed, instantly recalling her interactions with Lin Zifeng during this period.

From their first meeting at the airport, Lin Zifeng had exhibited extraordinary skills. Back then, Liu Ruyan simply thought he was just someone who could fight well, but it turned out he was exceptionally skilled!

“Woo woo… Is this guy really the Death God? How could this be possible? Why isn’t he revealing it? Why is he hiding everything in his heart? Does he have his own difficulties or reasons beyond his control?”

Women are emotional, so her mind immediately conjured various reasons to defend Lin Zifeng, convincing herself.

“No way! If he’s the Death God, why didn’t we sense anything different about him in everyday life?” Liu Ruyan began thinking randomly again, dismissing all her fantasies.

Thus, she placed the clothes back in their position, carried her frustration, and slowly returned to her room.

That night, Liu Ruyan’s insomnia worsened. She didn’t know how to face Lin Zifeng anymore if this was true. Should she reveal his identity?

…

At the edge of a dock in a suburban area of Zhonghai, ten helicopters were ready, and all Hidden Kill and Ming Zhan members were present.

Now they were just waiting for Lin Zifeng and Zhang Mengjie to say their final goodbyes.

“You promised me you’d come back safely, right?” Zhang Mengjie helped Lin Zifeng adjust his collar, with a sorrowful expression on her face.

“Don’t worry, I will come back. Silly woman.” Lin Zifeng gently pressed her nose with his finger, then smiled faintly and turned to walk toward the helicopter.

Buzz buzz buzz, buzz buzz buzz, buzz buzz buzz

The helicopter’s rotors thundered through the air as it quickly lifted off from the dock.

Zhang Mengjie stood quietly on the edge of the dock, looking up at the departing helicopter, a faint bitterness arising in her heart.

“Sister, what’s wrong? Is it because of Lin’s departure that you’re upset?”

Sister Zhang Yuxuan also felt uneasy. She had known Lin Zifeng for a long time, though not with much intimate interaction, after all, they had shared many hardships together.

To say she wasn’t sad would be a lie.

Everyone knew that Lin Zifeng’s mission to Japan was filled with more danger than luck, though they didn’t speak of it.

“Let’s go.” Zhang Mengjie, with a desolate expression, turned and left.

Zhang Yuxuan, aware of her sister’s poor mood, remained silent, burying many words in her heart, and followed her sister out ~

On the helicopter, Black Hawk held the computer control system to evade radar detection, frowning with a serious expression.

“What’s wrong?” Lin Zifeng looked at him and asked.

Black Hawk glanced up at him and furrowed his brow, “Brother Lin, entering Fusang so recklessly, won’t the other party detect our intrusion and deal us a fatal blow?”

Black Hawk had always been worried about this. After all, an overseas organization attacking Fusang, the local parties couldn’t possibly overlook it.

If discovered, the aftermath could lead to widespread repercussions, which would be hard to say.

“No, they won’t.” Lin Zifeng said seriously, “The other side won’t control us as long as we don’t harm their national interests. The Tianhong Gang is an AAA-level force internationally, and all the heads of states are troubled by them. Even their own countrymen can’t do anything about them. Since we’re here to help them, we shouldn’t be restricted.”

Lin Zifeng speculated that even if the other side tried to stop him, the Jipu Family wouldn’t surrender easily. Since they’ve established a cooperative relationship with Lin Zifeng, they would certainly use all their strength to assist the Nantian Gang.

“If that’s the case, it means entering Fusang won’t pose a threat from the other side?”

“Can’t say for sure.” Lin Zifeng shook his head. Fusang is a multi-ethnic martial arts land with various beliefs, who knows what mutations might occur upon entering their country.

If they truly wanted to hinder the growth of his power, they might turn back and eliminate him after the Nantian Gang destroys the Tianhong Gang. It’s possible.

“I understand.” Black Hawk nodded heavily, his deep eyes flickering with intense light.

For this mission to Fusang, Lin Zifeng only dispatched two halls, Hidden Kill, and Ming Zhan.

Alongside him were brothers Black Hawk, Huo Zhengfeng, Bu Chen, and Shuobude.

Mo Zhou and Hua Tiandu stayed back at the Nantian Gang’s headquarters, as depending solely on Zhang Mengjie with Lin Zifeng in Fusang wouldn’t be reliable.

About five hours later, ten dark helicopters quickly arrived at East Well in Fusang!

At a remote dock in East Well, the person responsible for receiving Lin Zifeng was none other than Monet Yun.

The next morning, the ten helicopters discreetly landed and quickly concealed themselves.

“Mr. Lin, it’s been a long time.”

Monet Yun approached warmly, extending her hand to shake with Lin Zifeng.

“Yes, it’s been a few months.” Lin Zifeng briefly shook her hand and quickly let go.

After months of not seeing each other, Monet Yun still maintained her charming and seductive demeanor, her fair and delicate skin seemingly flawless.

Her finely sculpted features were sharp, with her hair tied in a ponytail, clad in a black fitted outfit accentuating her voluptuous and perilous curves, truly an enviable beauty.

Fusang girls are amazing, with their tender, radiant appearance. No wonder the Japanese rely on these women to conquer so many martial artists, keeping them under control.

Fusang women are truly a magical species!

“Mr. Lin, after such a long journey, you’ve had an arduous time. Our family sent me to personally greet you and later take you to our dojo for some rest. This evening, we’re hosting a banquet for you, care to join us?”

Monet Yun spoke fluent Chinese.

Of course, Lin Zifeng understood Japanese and could speak it, but he didn’t like speaking “demon talk.”