Chapter 133: Who Is This Person?

She looked down at the sword in her hand, suddenly at a loss. "What is this? And what is that energy around you?"

Well, well. This person actually didn’t recognize spiritual energy.

It seemed she was just a hired assassin, not someone hailing from the sects of Huaxia. This was becoming interesting. Ye Fei’s spiritual energy parried the sword's strike while simultaneously radiating outward.

"Ah!"

She stared in shock at the sword in her hand, which had bent out of shape. Her face turned pale. This blade was an ancient artifact; it shouldn't have been damaged even by obsidian, so how had Ye Fei bent it with nothing but intangible force?

"What did you do to my sword?"

She glared at the weapon, a blade that had once dominated the world, now bent into a bow by Ye Fei’s simple flick.

Ye Fei looked at it with a blank expression, pointing at the steel. "It’s just made of ten-thousand-year dark iron. It’s fine for display or as a collector’s item, but as a weapon, it’s frankly quite pathetic."

She gripped the sword tightly, itching to slap him across the face. She had traveled the globe with this blade, and never had anyone dared to speak such arrogant nonsense.

"You say my sword is merely for display?" Her eyes, sharp as a reaper's, locked onto him. If looks could kill, he would have been riddled with holes long ago. "Do you even know quality when you see it? This is ten-thousand-year dark iron, a treasure capable of cutting through steel like mud! What right does a country bumpkin like you have to judge my weapon?"

Ye Fei suddenly chuckled. The sword could indeed cut through steel, but his spiritual energy could block everything—let alone a piece of dark iron. Even the legendary blade of General Guan wouldn't necessarily pierce his barrier.

"I didn't say it couldn't cut through steel. I said it poses no threat to me, so you might as well throw it away."

The calm remark left the assassin’s eyes vacant. She had spent her life hunting for weapons, and this piece of dark iron was a treasure she had obtained through blood and sweat, yet Ye Fei treated it as worthless.

"In that case, let’s see if your martial arts can withstand the power of a bullet." With that, she pulled an AK-47 from her gear.

"Seriously? You won't give up until you kill me tonight, will you?" Ye Fei was genuinely stunned. Was she trying to ensure he left no trace behind? Still, using a gun against him was a bit amateurish. Back in the day, the old man had made him dodge bullets incessantly to ensure he could survive anywhere in the world.

He had spent those days practicing how to evade gunfire; if he hadn't been wearing a bulletproof vest, he would have been turned into a sieve long ago.

"Afraid of dying? Then kneel and beg for mercy. If you beg, I might let you go." Her voice held a hint of triumph, as gleeful as a child with a favorite toy.

It seemed the assassin had developed her own emotions. She was lucky not to have been purged by her organization yet; usually, once an assassin developed thoughts and feelings, they were eliminated.

She aimed the gun at him but didn't pull the trigger. Ye Fei wanted to show off his abilities, but she seemed to be just trying to scare him.

"Hey, are you going to do it or not? I’ve been waiting here for ages. Aren't your arms getting tired?" Ye Fei finally couldn't help but speak up.

Her cold eyes shifted from surprise to fury. "You... dare to look down on me?"

Ye Fei gave a wry smile. "Big sister, I’m not looking down on you. I’m telling you to shoot! You’re an assassin; you didn't come here to scare me, you came to kill me!"

Perhaps in all of history, Ye Fei was the only one who had ever impatiently waited for an assassin to strike.

Trembling with rage, she tightened her grip on the weapon and fired three consecutive shots.

"Where is he?"

After the shots rang out, Ye Fei had vanished. In the night, only the cold wind howled; there was no sign of him. The assassin gripped her weapon tighter, her icy gaze turning colder still, colder than the deep autumn night.

Three men emerged from behind her and knelt in unison. "Greetings, Lady Jingni."

"Get lost! What use are you all?"

Ye Fei was already back in his room. He looked out the window at the woman below and muttered, "How did she end up in Hangzhou? The mastermind behind this is really spending a fortune, even daring to hire foreign assassins."

The next morning, Ye Fei left the Chen residence early. Chen Yu thought of the previous night’s events and blushed, wondering what had come over her to make her spy on Ye Fei.

Fortunately, the butler told her that Ye Fei had already left to investigate the Gao family.

Ye Fei drove to the Gao Group headquarters. He looked at his reflection in the mirror and chuckled, "To think I’ve been reduced to applying for a job."

The Gao Group was hiring, and Ye Fei intended to get in as a bodyguard. He walked into the recruitment department and introduced himself: "I can take on eight people at once."

The manager frowned. This kid was talking without using his brain. He signaled for the bodyguards in black to move in.

"If you can take on eight, we can take on a hundred!" a bodyguard who had already been hired mocked, looking at Ye Fei’s scrawny frame. "He looks like a little chick. I could crush eight chicks with one hand! Hahaha."

They rushed toward him, intending to finish it in one blow. But before they could even get close, Ye Fei unleashed a flurry of kicks, sweeping all eight of them off their feet.

They lay on the floor like mud, unable to get up. Ye Fei shrugged. "See? I really can take on eight."

The manager happily handed over the contract, beaming as he picked up the phone. "Madam, we’ve found someone who is exceptionally skilled."

So, they were hiring for the Madam of the Gao family. As expected, that arrogant old man, Gao Jun, wouldn't get involved in such trivialities. But the Gao family was still the Gao family; no matter how much his wife fussed, it would never become the Xie family.

"Come with me to see the Madam!"

Ye Fei nodded solemnly and followed the manager to meet Xie Yanzi. As he walked out the door, he winked at the bodyguards on the floor. "Go home early, little chicks."

The boy was being far too insolent; he would have to be taught a lesson later.