Urban Supreme Medical Saint
Chapter 951 - 949: Ye Lengting’s Killing Intent! (Fifth Release!)

Chapter 951: Chapter 949: Ye Lengting’s Killing Intent! (Fifth Release!)

The assassin looked down and, despite his strong mental fortitude, was given a huge fright; a fall from here would certainly mean death.

Then, a chilling voice reached his ear, "I don’t care who you are, but now you only have one choice, tell me who sent you, or..."

Ren Feifan’s voice trailed off with a smile at the corner of his mouth as he suddenly reached out his hand, causing the assassin to plummet rapidly!

The howling wind at his ear was terrifying to the extreme.

Assassins are human too, and at this moment, his face turned deathly pale, and his whole body trembled.

How could one possibly survive such a fall!

Almost instantly, Ren Feifan thrust out his hand violently and grabbed hold of the man’s clothes, stopping him from falling any further.

"How does it feel? Ready to tell me now?" A smile played on Ren Feifan’s lips.

"Wan Zhengjun! It’s Wan Zhengjun! The Shanhai Group’s Wan Zhengjun, offering sixty-three million for our Dark Night Team to..."

The assassin blurted out, but before he could finish his sentence, Ren Feifan let go of his hand.

Since he’d learned the information he wanted, naturally, there was no need to keep this man alive.

If he hadn’t just happened to be at the high-speed rail station, the consequences would have been unimaginable!

This kind of person doesn’t deserve sympathy.

Never expecting his adversary to be so ruthlessly decisive, the assassin, in the midst of his rapid fall, screamed defiantly, "I won’t let you off even as a ghost!"

But that could only become his last words.

Having done all that, Ren Feifan dusted off his hands and walked toward Zhao Jingshi, then said quite relaxedly, "Did you hear everything that guy said just now?"

Zhao Jingshi nodded, her eyes filled with deep worry. She had never imagined that all this would be the work of Shanhai Group’s Wan Zhengjun.

Just because she had refused one dinner with him, was he really willing to spend tens of millions just to deal with her?

Especially when she, as an artist, posed no threat at all to the Shanhai Group.

Ren Feifan, of course, saw the anxiety in Zhao Jingshi’s eyes and patted her shoulder, saying, "Let’s go, I’ll take you back first. Don’t worry, I’ll handle this. Starting tomorrow, the Shanhai Group and that so-called Dark Night Team will be completely erased from this world."

He made this statement with an air of nonchalance, but indeed, it was as simple for him as could be.

Zhao Jingshi gave Ren Feifan a profound look and nodded firmly. Rumors suggested she had a powerful godfather behind her, but no one knew that her greatest support was the man right in front of her.

Unfortunately, this man would never belong to her. He didn’t harbor the passionate feelings for her as others did; his eyes were always particularly indifferent.

But why shouldn’t she fight for him?

Zhao Jingshi’s eyes suddenly shone bright. She gave Ren Feifan a deep look, with her cheeks flushing in an instant. She thought of something but couldn’t muster the courage to act on it.

At this moment, Ren Feifan naturally didn’t notice Zhao Jingshi’s change. He had already taken out his cell phone and sent a text to Luo Yin—the rest would naturally be taken care of by someone else.

For Ren Feifan, such groups and assassin organizations were hardly worth notice; they may not even need a day’s time.

After sending the text, Ren Feifan extended a hand to pat Zhao Jingshi’s back, saying, "Come on, I’ll take you back."

"Ren Feifan... you... I..."

"What?"

"Nothing."

Zhao Jingshi hung her head, silent and a bit strange.

As they left the building, Ren Feifan intended to take Zhao Jingshi back to the hotel, but, to his surprise, Zhao Jingshi insisted on him taking her to her villa on the south side of the Second Ring in Capital City.

It seems Zhao Jingshi is still a little rich girl.

When they reached the villa, Ren Feifan had planned to leave, but unexpectedly Zhao Jingshi grabbed hold of him.

"Won’t you sit in my house for a while, am I really that terrifying?"

Ren Feifan’s lips curved into a smile, and with a joking manner, he propped his finger under Zhao Jingshi’s snowy chin, "My superstar, alone with a woman in private, aren’t you afraid I’ll lose control and devour you?"

He had thought Zhao Jingshi would frantically avoid him, but to his surprise, she leaned in closer instead, and her moist lips landed directly on Ren Feifan’s.

"I don’t believe you, if you’re a real man, then devour me right now! Otherwise, you’re not a man."

At that, Ren Feifan was completely stunned.

Wasn’t Zhao Jingshi the legendary chaste Sect Leader who had no interest in men?

How come she was throwing herself into his arms?

Zhao Jingshi saw that Ren Feifan was somewhat rigid, and her hands slid towards Ren Feifan’s back, then held him tightly.

This stimulated Ren Feifan to the utmost.

Looking at the enticing superstar before him, and considering she was still a **** girl, to have come this far in the murky entertainment industry, Ren Feifan had some admiration for her.

He had liked Zhao Jingshi for a moment, of course, this liking couldn’t compare to his feelings for Xu Shihan, Cui Ying, or Ye Qingcheng, but it was still a kind of fondness.

Which man could resist in the presence of such an esteemed superstar?

"Ren Feifan, are you impotent?"

Zhao Jingshi, all the while teasing Ren Feifan with her tongue, let her hands wander from his back to another place.

If Ren Feifan could still hold back now, he truly wouldn’t be a man. He suddenly lifted Zhao Jingshi up and pressed her fiercely onto the soft sofa!

"Capable or not, you’ll only know after a try!"

Zhao Jingshi was incredibly nervous at the moment, the scent of a mature man enveloped her, and they sought each other fervently.

With a slight force in his arms, Ren Feifan tore open Zhao Jingshi’s clothes, and they laid completely bare to each other.

Zhao Jingshi had a beautiful figure, each part seemed like the creator’s most satisfying work.

Ren Feifan’s hands wandered incessantly, touching upon her fullness.

Utterly soft.

"Mmm~"

The tingling voice of Zhao Jingshi matched Ren Feifan’s rhythm, and no longer able to control himself, his body thrust forward, slipping into a warm embrace.

The whole sofa was shaking, with sounds of collision ringing out.

"Slap, slap, slap..."

Meanwhile, in the Sheraton Hotel, suite 1701 of the presidential suite.

A young man stood before a floor-to-ceiling window, his pupils occasionally emitting unfathomable black shadows, shrouded in mystery. His thin lips drew a cold arc, the slightly upturned corners betraying a trace of a cold sneer, as if there was always a kind of hatred in his heart.

Ye Lengting hadn’t slept well for several days, he had his people spread out Spiritual Sense throughout Huaxia’s various locations in search of this person.

Although he had considered sending ordinary people to look for him, the key was he didn’t know what the other person looked like. He only knew that this guy carried a huge sword!

Even if he knew it was Ren Feifan, he would find it difficult to locate him.

Because information about Ren Feifan had long been completely sealed off in Huaxia, only those at the very pinnacle could possibly find out any information about Ren Feifan.

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