Seven minutes later, police sirens wailed.
Upon arrival, the police quickly cordoned off the area around the body, and a forensic doctor was also present to confirm the death.
Chen Feng stood on the small plaza, staring at the entrance of the building.
During this time, hundreds of people walked out of the building.
But the killer never appeared.
Chen Feng called Jiang Pingting over and quietly asked, "Does the building have a back door?"
"No."
Jiang Pingting shook her head, "There's only this one entrance."
"Alright."
Jiang Pingting looked at him suspiciously, "Is it useful for you to just stare at the entrance like this?"
"I don't know, maybe it is."
"..."
Jiang Pingting was speechless.
She simply couldn't understand Chen Feng.
At this moment, the police had already started taking statements from witnesses nearby.
At a certain moment, another group of people walked out of the building.
The crowd gathered at the entrance instantly became noisy.
Chen Feng's eyes lit up.
What the heck?
Mike Martin?
So he was also in this building.
Immediately after, Chen Feng saw the person with a huge, bright tag 【Killer】 above his head walk out behind Mike Martin's group.
He was dressed in black, wearing a mask, and a baseball cap.
His hands were in his pockets, and his walking posture was steady and powerful.
As he slowly walked out of the crowd, Chen Feng focused his attention on him, and the tags on him slowly increased.
【Killer】 【Assassin's Gate Killer】 【Half Metal Skull】 【Brace Hidden Poison】 【Horizontal Training Kung Fu】 【Iron Sand Palm Calluses】 【Metal Leg Bone】 【Eunuch】...
Chen Feng was somewhat surprised.
This killer didn't have a single weapon on him.
All relying on kung fu?
And he even saw the words 'Horizontal Training Kung Fu' and 'Iron Sand Palm Calluses'.
So this guy knows real kung fu.
No wonder he's from Assassin's Gate.
It's a pity I can't see his face.
However, since he has a half metal skull and his leg bones are also metal, these two points alone can basically identify him.
At the entrance, Mike Martin and his group hurried away in a car.
Not long after, the body was also taken away by the police.
The crowd gradually dispersed.
At this moment, Jiang Pingting received a call from Boss Yang; they had arrived, but heard that an accident had occurred in this building, so to avoid being disturbed by the gathered crowd, she temporarily changed the meeting location.
After getting the address, Jiang Pingting immediately drove Chen Feng away.
...
On the way, Jiang Pingting seemed a bit distracted while driving.
Chen Feng, sitting in the passenger seat, looked at her twice and casually asked, "How about I drive?"
"It's fine, no need."
Jiang Pingting shook her head.
After a moment of silence, she suddenly looked at Chen Feng and asked suspiciously, "Mr. Chen can drive?"
"Yes."
"Then why haven't you bought a car?"
Chen Feng shrugged, "How do you know I haven't bought a car?"
"Does Mr. Chen have a car?"
"Yes."
"Why don't you drive it?"
"It's too flashy, too eye-catching to drive out."
Jiang Pingting chuckled, "What kind of car is so flashy? In Yanjing City, even driving a supercar isn't a big deal, is it?"
"..."
Chen Feng smiled and didn't speak.
Jiang Pingting's curiosity was piqued, and she asked persistently, "Mr. Chen, what kind of car is it exactly? Can you let me see it?"
"Another day."
Chen Feng leaned back comfortably and murmured, "I still prefer to be driven. In Yan Jing, driving yourself is too mentally exhausting."
"That's true."
Jiang Pingting nodded, "In this city, taking the subway is enough; it's well-connected. When you're in a hurry, just take a taxi or a ride-hailing service; there's no need to buy a car at all."
"Mm."
Chen Feng lost interest in talking.
At this moment, he had quietly opened the system interface.
When he first obtained the racer role, the system also gifted him a supercar garage.
The garage was linked to his inventory.
This supercar garage would refresh with a luxury car every month.
By now, four super luxury cars were already parked in the garage.
Chen Feng would check it once a month.
But he had never taken any of these cars out for a drive.
Why?
They all felt too flashy.
The first car to refresh was the 'wolf cub' supercar.
At that time, Chen Feng wasn't very famous yet, so he didn't want to drive that car and show off.
He originally thought that with one car refreshing each month, he would at least get a car suitable for daily driving, right?
But Chen Feng underestimated the system's 'inhuman extravagance'.
The second month, another luxury supercar refreshed.
It was a wine-red 'Aston Martin Vulcan' supercar.
And the third month?
It refreshed with the world's number one 'Koenigsegg One:1' supercar, worth over a hundred million.
The fourth month was also exaggerated, a black 'Lamborghini Veneno'.
Crazy!
They were all world-class supercars.
All luxury cars worth tens of millions or even hundreds of millions.
The key is, who the heck drives such luxury supercars on the streets of Yan Jing all the time?
Even tanks get stuck in traffic.
What's the point of a supercar?
Just burning money.
So, four Global top-tier luxury supercars had been sitting in the garage.
Perhaps, if he was in the mood another day, he could go to a racetrack and have some fun.
Just to experience that ultimate push-back feeling would be enough.
But not on weekdays.
Driving a supercar is not as good as taking the subway.
...
Another twenty minutes later, Jiang Pingting finally arrived at their destination.
After getting out of the car, the two entered a boutique tea house by the roadside.
After giving the room number, Jiang Pingting led Chen Feng all the way to the luxurious private room at the very end of the second floor.
Pushing open the door to the private room, Boss Yang was indeed sitting inside.
Carefully dressed, she wore an elegant dress, her long hair tied back, and a valuable diamond necklace around her slender neck.
Seeing Chen Feng and Jiang Pingting, Boss Yang quickly stood up.
She smiled before speaking, her crescent-shaped eyebrows charmingly curved.
Jiang Pingting walked in with a half-smile, looking at Boss Yang and sweetly saying, "Mr. Chen is here, Boss Yang, please entertain him well."
"Of course."
Boss Yang's habitually coquettish voice easily gave people goosebumps.
She walked over, looked at Chen Feng, and smiled politely, "Please sit, Mr. Chen."
Chen Feng: "..."
That premonition grew stronger and stronger.
Perhaps Boss Yang was also a member of the Summer Fanghua Club.
Chen Feng sat down.
At the doorway, after Jiang Pingting pulled Boss Yang aside and whispered a few words, she smiled and waved at Chen Feng inside, "Mr. Chen, I have something to do, so I'll leave first. You two can discuss the role in detail."
"Okay."
Chen Feng nodded.
Jiang Pingting gave a seductive smile, twisted her hips, and turned to leave.
Her posture was like a Snake Demon.
Boss Yang turned and closed the door to the private room.
Then she walked over and sat down opposite Chen Feng.
"What tea would you like to drink?"
Boss Yang asked softly.
Chen Feng blinked, then suddenly asked in a low voice, "Is Boss Yang also a member of the Summer Fanghua Club?"
Boss Yang's body trembled.
Her face turned red.
However, she only lost her composure for a moment before smiling and saying, "I don't know what you're talking about. What Summer Fanghua? Whew, it's a bit hot in this room."
Boss Yang tugged at her collar.
She unbuttoned one of the buttons at her neckline.
The neckline opened, pulling down to below her collarbone, revealing a deep cleavage that instantly drew Chen Feng's gaze.
At the same time, her face was flushed.
He didn't know if it was from the heat, or shyness, or... fear.