Cheng Hong

  A figure slowly emerged from the dark corner, with a distinctive hairstyle and a clear face, but his eyes were as sharp as an eagle's. This person was none other than Lin Zifeng.

  Zhu Zijie put down his whiskey, picked up the samurai sword in his hand, and slowly turned around to look at Feng Ke. He said coldly, "So it's you? You faked your own death, but what brings you here now? If I'm not mistaken, we shouldn't have any grudges against each other, should we?"

  "There's no grudge between us, but I need what you're holding onto. Hand over my personal file and I'll spare your life. Otherwise, don't blame me for taking action against you, even if you are an instructor - killing you would be as easy as turning my hand."

  "Just you wait, don't forget, this is a training camp and I'm the instructor of the organization. As soon as there's any movement here, countless people will rush in to kill you." Zhu Zijie said with a smile.

  "Cut the nonsense, if you want to take my life, then hand over my files. Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless. Now that everyone knows I'm already dead, even if I kill you, no one will suspect it was me." Lin Zifeng's face remained expressionless as he gazed at Zhu Zijie with the same indifference as one would look at a harmless white rabbit.

  "Hubris!" A loud roar, Zhu Zijie's figure flashed, dragging a string of shadows towards Feng Ke. At the same time, the scabbard rang out, and the warrior's sword jumped out of its scabbard.

  "Battō ryū, tsuku."

  Zhu Zijie has reached a very high level in Yunbu Liu, and with the cooperation of the famous Badao Liu, he indeed has the strength to be an instructor.

  The warrior's sword was aimed at Lin Zifeng's chest and stabbed straight in. However, Lin Zifeng glanced at Zhu Zijie's every move with his eyes, and at this moment, Zhu Zijie's movements were actually decomposed into many fragments, falling slowly into Lin Zifeng's mind.

  With a "whoosh" sound, the warrior's knife pierced through Lin Zifeng's clothes. Zhu Zijie looked up at Lin Zifeng and couldn't help but reveal a faint smile.

  "It seems you're nothing special after all? You can't even dodge the first move of Batouga-ryuu."

  However, as soon as he finished speaking, his face suddenly turned ugly. Lin Zifeng in front of him still looked at him calmly, with no ripples in his eyes, only a dead silence. Zhu Zijie looked again and found that the warrior's knife had not pierced Lin Zifeng's skin at all. The tip of the knife was stuck in front of Lin Zifeng's chest, unable to move an inch, while Lin Zifeng's right hand was embedded in a strange shape on the warrior's knife, making it impossible for the knife to advance any further.

  The next moment, Lin Zifeng, under Zhu Zijie's gaze, held a samurai sword in one hand, while the other hand suddenly curled into a claw shape, grasping towards Zhu Zijie's head like an eagle's talon.

  Zhu Zijie was shocked, and the next moment he planned to abandon his sword and retreat, but at this time, the eagle claw had arrived, with five fingers like iron pliers tightly grasping Zhu Zijie's face, sealing his five major acupoints.

  Lin Zifeng grabbed Zhu Zijie's face and lifted him into the air. With a sudden tiger roar, he dragged Zhu Zijie towards the wall.

  A loud crash, Zhu Zijie's head was half buried in the concrete wall, white brain matter and black polluted blood splattered all over the wall, while his hands hung weakly, his face still being grasped by Feng Ke's large palm.

  "Cough cough, I didn't expect you to be hiding so deeply, your strength should have entered the instructor level long ago." Zhu Zijie said weakly while coughing.

  "I'm not interested in the instructor position, you've taken so many of us orphans to Amazon since we were young and trained us, what's the purpose? Who is the leader of the organization? And I'll ask you again for the last time, where is my file? Do I still have relatives?"

  Lin Zifeng's words were met with a reaction from Zhu Zijie, who looked like he had just heard the most ridiculous joke in the world. He weakly raised his right hand and pointed at Lin Zifeng. "You're too naive," he said. "We can train you people like livestock, do you think you'll still have families? Even if you kill me, you won't be able to escape the organization's pursuit. You'd best keep hiding, otherwise, once the organization finds out about your existence, even if you flee to the ends of the earth, you'll be found. The leader is that kind of person!"

  Lin Zifeng's face turned cold upon hearing this, "Judging from your appearance, you probably don't have our family records either? In that case, farewell. I'll send you on your way now. Five Finger Unity."

  As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Zifeng's hand, which was covering Zhu Zijie's mouth, suddenly exerted force and directly inserted five fingers into Zhu Zijie's brain. Fresh blood flowed out from the holes where Lin Zifeng's fingers had entered. After a moment, Lin Zifeng relaxed his hand, and Zhu Zijie collapsed to the ground. Lin Zifeng touched the sticky blood on his hand with disgust and wiped it off on his clothes.

  "30 seconds, looks like I've regressed."

  After finishing speaking, Lin Zifeng disappeared in this room.

  The next day, the organization's people found his body in Zhu Zijie's house, but there was no fuss, nor even a decent funeral.

  Not long after Zhu Zijie's death, Lin Zifeng returned to the tomb and found a cave to live in. Feng Ke would bring him food and news from the Killer Training Camp every now and then. In this way, Lin Zifeng hid secretly, investigating the files of his and Zhu Zijie's past. The organization was busy dealing with Zhu Zijie's death and didn't notice anything unusual about Lin Zifeng.

  After Zhu Zijie was killed, the organization investigated who did it, but this time no clues were found. So the matter was hastily settled. In the killer training camp, what is lacking is not talent, and soon someone replaced Zhu Zijie's position.

  The new instructor is called He Shuangpeng, and it's said that he was a top killer in the first batch.

  Lin Zifeng was shocked to hear the news from Feng Ke's mouth, and he really wanted to see the strength of the first killer. In the Killer Training Camp, it was also the first time he heard about the first killer.

  The annual elimination tournament is about to begin.

  He Shuangpeng's first move after taking office was to integrate the annual elimination competition. Like Zhu Zijie, he wanted to give all the students a taste of his power from the very beginning. This time, the killers from the second, third and fourth periods were all gathered together, leaving only 85 people remaining. These remaining 85 people were all those who had shown their strength from among the more than 1600 people at the start, each one standing on the bodies of many companions to survive until now, standing in this place. Of course, Lin Zifeng and Feng Ke were among them, the only two survivors among the 50 people in the fourth period.

  Just as the annual elimination tournament was about to begin, something unexpected happened.

  That very night, He Shuangpeng died in his own quarters. When Feng Ke told Lin Zifeng the news, Lin Zifeng fell silent. This time it wasn't Lin Zifeng who made the move, apparently there were others in the Killer Training Camp with the same intentions as Lin Zifeng. For now, Lin Zifeng warned Feng Ke to be careful.

  However, they didn't know that it was precisely because Lin Zifeng killed Zhu Zijie that the instructor's strength was greatly discounted in the minds of these killers who rolled around in blood every day.

  In this way, three substitute instructors were silently killed that night, and the instructors of the six-style practitioners were also mysteriously killed. However, facing soldiers with real guns, the killers could only make a move in secret, while on the surface they were still controlled by these people.

  In the dark, the assassin training camp scene was once out of control. All assassins gathered together and elected a person named Cheng Hong from the second period as their leader to lead all assassins in rebellion and overthrow the current assassin training camp.

  On that day, a person came to Lin Zifeng's grave. When Lin Zifeng looked up and saw this person, his face showed a few points of surprise. The visitor was none other than Cheng Hong.

  "Lin Zifeng! You really didn't die!"

  Cheng Hong looked at Lin Zifeng and shouted.

  Lin Zifeng didn't respond, watching as the other person sat down in front of him. He knew that the other person had something to discuss with him. Moreover, Lin Zifeng was aware of Cheng Hong's strength, which was very powerful. If he were to encounter him, it would be a formidable opponent.

  As expected, Cheng Hong looked at Lin Zifeng and spoke up.

  "You don't seem surprised at all that I came looking for you?" Cheng Hong said, looking at Lin Zifeng.

  "Just say what you want to say, I'm not very interested in you."

  Cheng Hong looked at Lin Zifeng with a cold smile, "No need for me to say it, you should know the purpose of my visit this time. The Killer Training Camp still has 85 people left, now in the second and third phases, the representatives have agreed to join forces to overthrow the existing Killer Training Camp, only the fourth phase is left with you and Feng Ke. Zhu Zijie died at the hands of Wuzi Tong's Five Fingers Union, and among those who have achieved mastery in Wuzi Tong, only you have the ability to kill Zhu Zijie. You killed Zhu Zijie, didn't you?"

  Lin Zifeng's hand moved involuntarily, but he quickly withdrew the action. However, Cheng Hong saw everything.

  "You're overestimating me, besides, our fourth period is left with only two people, whether I answer or not doesn't make much difference to the overall situation, why bother asking me. Moreover, I'm not interested in overthrowing the Killer Training Camp, I have my own plans, different paths don't converge!"

  Cheng Hong listened to Lin Zifeng's words, and didn't show any anger, instead he calmly said "In the Killer Training Camp, there are many people with strength, but those kinds of people usually die. But you guys are different, you know how to hide your strength, you know how to strategize, you know how to work together against an enemy. You not only stand at the peak in terms of strength, but also psychologically, compared to people of the same age, you are much more superior. That's why I need your power for this rebellion, I'm not inviting you, I hope to form an alliance with you, with you and Feng Ke, our chances of winning will increase greatly."

  "I won't attend. What you're doing is undoubtedly a dead end," Lin Zifeng said coldly, "But don't worry, I won't reveal anything about you." After finishing speaking, Lin Zifeng stood up and prepared to leave.

  "Aren't you afraid that I'll expose your affair? If the organization finds out, even Feng Ke will be affected." Lin Zifeng's advancing footsteps suddenly stopped, his hair standing on end, and a surge of aura burst forth from his body. Before he had even turned around, Cheng Hong could feel the killing intent emanating from him.

  "You can try."

  Cheng Hong furrowed his brow, he didn't want to fight with Lin Zifeng at this critical moment. But he thought for a moment and understood why the other was angry, wasn't it because he said he would take action against Feng Ke?

  "You don't have to be angry with me, I'm just reminding you that if your current approach is slightly off, it will be irreparable. Moreover, I know you're looking for your own dossier, right?" Cheng Hong said, staring at Lin Zifeng's back.

  At this moment, Lin Zifeng stopped and turned around, staring at Cheng Hong with a dead gaze.

  "Don't be surprised, you're the fourth generation of assassins, and I'm the second. At that time, I also tried to find my own file like you did, but not as blatant as you guys. But what I want to tell you is, don't waste your energy, there's no assassin files in the training camp, all the files are in the hands of a person named He Yansong, he's the one who's really controlling the assassin training camp from behind the scenes."

  "Why tell me this?" Lin Zifeng looked at Cheng Hong and suddenly asked.

  "He Yansong is very powerful, and he has a group of killers just like us in his hands. Do you know why I want to rebel against the Killer Training Camp this time? It's to force out He Yansong, only from him can we learn about our origins. To be honest, our goals are the same. So, I hope you can join this battle." Cheng Hong said, not mincing his words as he told Lin Zifeng everything he knew.

  "Cheng Hong! It seems I underestimated you." Lin Zifeng looked at Cheng Hong and suddenly said coldly.

  Cheng Hong was taken aback for a moment, then smiled awkwardly.

  "Tonight at three o'clock, gather at the third dormitory. We will assassinate all officers in control outside of Killer Training Camp, then take everyone else and leave this place, escape into Wolf Tooth Mountain, where we'll start building our power, and then confront He Yan Song and find our personal files from his hands. If you want to participate, be on time for the meeting."

  Cheng Hong finished speaking and opened the door to leave the room.

  Lin Zifei looked in the direction of Cheng Hong's departure and couldn't help but sit down to think about the conditions that Cheng Hong had proposed.

  "At the current pace, Lin Zifeng indeed can't find his and Feng Ke's personal files, and according to Cheng Hong's words, the file room of the Killer Training Camp doesn't even have their files. In that case, it seems like we must participate in Cheng Hong's rebellion."

  Although Cheng Hong said some secrets, the key ones were not revealed at all, making Lin Zifeng want to investigate alone but couldn't find a starting point. In this way, this person's intelligence is not inferior to Lin Zifeng's in any way, and even if Lin Zifeng knew it was a trap now, he would still jump into it without hesitation.

  Lin Zifeng thought it over and ultimately felt that the benefits of participating in the battle outweighed the drawbacks. Of course, Lin Zifeng naturally put Cheng Hong on the list of dangers.

  The most dangerous thing in an assassin's training camp isn't being killed by someone. The most dangerous thing is that when you die, you don't even know how you died.

  Like this, a 16-year-old boy named Lin Zifeng, while others were still reading in the greenhouse, he was planning to survive on his own. He may die tomorrow, but for freedom, for the future, and to know where they are going, they proudly took up their weapons and embarked on a brutal and inhumane killing spree.