After leaving the Hilton Hotel, it was very late when Yang Yifeng walked alone on the street, holding a cellphone in his hand. When he turned it on, there was only one phone number on the screen.
This was a trick commonly used by the Assassin Organization, and Yifeng was already well versed in it. He promptly memorized the number and then crushed the cellphone in his hand.
He took out his own cellphone, casually composed a message, and pressed the send button. Afterward, a horrifying smile appeared on Yifeng's face, "I didn't want to get involved, but who made you so unlucky?"
Having said that, Yifeng slipped his cellphone into his pocket and then strolled leisurely toward the distance.
Meanwhile, in a small town overseas, a fair-skinned young man lay slumped at a bar, with deafening music surrounding him. Numerous empty bottles were placed in front of him; clearly, he had drunk quite a lot.