The neighbors downstairs were awakened a lot, and some thought they were walking away, but they ran downstairs with blankets, complaining in a lingering manner.

"Why did a window frame fall down?"

"Why did the clothes I hung fall to the ground? Really!"

After Fernan and other psychedelic state disappeared, he immediately poked his head out of the windowsill and said, "I'm sorry, I accidentally knocked down the wardrobe and smashed the window."

A neighbor who knew Fenan raised his head and asked, "Anan, are you okay?"

"It's fine!"

"That's good, okay! It's okay! Go back to sleep!"

"I have to put away my clothes!"

After picking up all the clothes on the ground, the neighbors went back to the house to sleep for a while, and they could sleep for an hour or two before dawn.

The government does not supply power to the city. The only source of electricity for residents is to sneak cables from outside street lights, power outages, trips, and line failures. Fires often occur. Residents are used to being frightened in the middle of the night.

Fernan was dressed neatly, took out two pistols from under the bed, and after entering the waist, he put the slingshot and steel balls around his waist, picked up the bow bag, picked up the flying knives on the ground, put them in his pocket, and then walked downstairs.

Fat Chi-wen on the third floor sat on the bed at the corner of the stairs with his legs in his arms and wiped his tears. Seeing this, Fenan asked curiously: "Awen, what's wrong with you?"

Fat Chiwen said aggrievedly: "I just went downstairs and hit my leg..."

Fei Nan was stunned. Could it be the floor tiles I put?

No! Songchai was obviously staying at the floor tiles before going upstairs for a while, and obviously he was hit. Could it be that he put the floor tiles back?

It must be him!

Fei Nan felt a little embarrassed, and he had a share of the fat man who was injured, so he comforted him and said, "It won't hurt later! I'll buy you a cake when I come back."

"real?"

Fat Chiwen stopped crying and asked in surprise.

"Really." Fernan said with a smile: "You will be able to eat after you get up after sleeping."

"Okay! You are not allowed to lie to me!"

The fat cynical man lay back on the bed happily and started snoring the next second.

Fei Nan raised his eyebrows. He had heard that Fatty Man was just sticking to a pillow, but he never had the chance to see him. When he saw him today, he really deserves his name.

Bypassing him and continuing to walk downstairs, the neighbors thought he was going downstairs to clean up the falling windows, but they didn't care. Everyone took the time to rest and accumulate strength for tomorrow's livelihood.

When he arrived downstairs, Fei Nan looked at the window frames that broke and fell to the ground, then looked up at the roof.

The height of the sixth floor, if you fall down like this, Song Cai must have been injured.

But the fact that he was able to evacuate as soon as possible means that his injuries were not serious, and the clotheslines built between the buildings helped him a lot.

Dragging the window frame aside, Fernan took out his mobile phone and dialed Li Jie's phone.

"It's me."

Li Jie answered the phone very quickly.

Fernan whispered, “Where are you?”

"I'm following him."

"Come back to the city to pick me up."

"What should I do if he runs away?"

"I have a way to find him."

"good."

Feinan walked out of the hamlet, and within a while, Li Jie parked the car in front of him.

"He went to the direction of the University of Science and Technology, took a taxi and injured his right leg."

"I understand, let's go!"

Li Jie started the car, he was silent for a moment, and said, "I should be there to protect you."

"It's not your business."

Fernan shook his head and said, "I'm so proud of myself. I'll be careful in the future."

Li Jie was silent for a while and asked, "How are you going to deal with him?"

Fernan suddenly turned his head and looked at him and asked, "What do you think?"

Li Jie did not make any trouble. Since the moment he decided to avenge his family, his view of right and wrong has changed.

"His life or death is not important, what matters is the person behind him. You have to find out who really wants to kill you."

"I know who it is. Kill Songchai and I will go find him."

Li Jie's Adam's apple moved, and he almost blurted out: Why do you know everything?

However, Fernan did not mean to explain, and he did not mention it, but asked, "Can you help me?"

"Need not."

After the fight, Fernan had a preliminary understanding of his combat power. If he hadn't been careless, Songchai would not have hurt him at all.

He drove all the way to Kowloon East, but Fernan did not let Li Jie drive towards the University of Science and Technology, but turned left toward Baishawan Pier.

Sure enough, as soon as he arrived near the dock, Fernan saw a taxi parked in the night ahead.

"It's that car, I remember its license plate number."

Parked the car next to the taxi. As soon as Fei Nan got off the car, he smelled a bloody smell. He was shocked and hurried to the taxi. In the driving seat, a young man was covering the knife edge on his neck weakly, and blood was swimming out of it.

"A Qiang!"

Fenan widened his eyes. He knew this taxi driver with a little dark skin. He was Dong Ziqiang who worked together in Uncle Jian’s company!

He hurried forward and pressed the wound on Dong Ziqiang's neck with his hand, but blood overflowed from his fingers and could not stop it.

When Dong Ziqiang saw Fenan, a trace of hope appeared in his eyes. He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but only the giggling sound and gushing blood foam came out of his mouth.

"Ajie, take him to the hospital!"

Fernan turned around and shouted at Li Jie.

Li Jie looked at Dong Ziqiang's injury and shook his head and said, "It hurts the trachea and the major artery, and it is no longer saved."

Fei Nan looked at him in shock, then looked down at Dong Ziqiang who was getting weaker and weaker. He couldn't believe that Songchai got into a taxi casually, which was driven by someone he knew.

He found himself completely misjudging the cruelty of professional killers.

Since he came to this world, most of the people he met have followed the rules. Although Tan Cheng wanted to kill him, he also took courtesy and then soldier to deal with the "doctor" gang. He also borrowed the hands of the police and Li Jie, and did not see the fierceness of the bandits with his own eyes.

It turns out that real professional killers do not follow the rules at all. They can kill a stranger at will like stepping on an ant to death. It’s just that Fernan just met this stranger.

“…”

Dong Ziqiang opened his mouth and was so difficult that he wanted to spit out a few words.

"What did you say? I'm listening!"

Fernan lowered his head and passed by with his ears.

“…money…Azhen…”

"Money? Azhen? Do you want me to send the money to Azhen for you?"

Fei Nan knew Ah Zhen. When he was working at Uncle Jian, he helped Ah Qiang several times. He heard that Ah Zhen was his wife, who was taking care of children at home and taking care of his parents. He saved the money he earned here and sent it back regularly to subsidize the family income.

Seeing that Fenan understood what he meant, Aqiang immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and the relaxation reached the bottom.

His head tilted and he slowly let out his last breath.

Fernan held his head and didn't move for a long time.

Li Jie looked at him and couldn't help asking: "Do you know him?"

"Um."

Fernan slowly stood up and looked towards the dock, where there was a thick dark night.

"Don't follow me."

Fei Nan whispered, then pulled out the hunting bow, put on his back, and rushed into the darkness.

...

Songchai's ribs were aching slightly, and he could feel the broken bones pricking his flesh.

If it weren't for those clothes drying lines, he would have become the first killer on the killer ranking to jump off the building and fall to death.

How long has it been since I suffered such a big loss? He can't remember it anymore, he only knows that he is very angry.

Killing the taxi driver made him feel much more comfortable.

Although he was angry, he was not overwhelmed by anger. This mission was completely failed and he was ready to evacuate.

When he was in the car, he called Boss Zhu and told him the news of the assassination failure.
To be continued...