Strongest Guard

Maybe it was because the heavens didn't like Lee Nanfang's face when he was bullying others, so he felt uncomfortable after eating his fill. After walking out of the room, he held his leg and jogged into the washroom.    

    

There were three people who were anxious, who were anxious internally, and who were impatient in nature.    

    

When he was anxious and impatient, as long as he could grit his teeth and persevere, he would be able to hold it in. Only when he was anxious, even if he had to grit his teeth, he wouldn't be able to …    

    

Therefore, when Lee Nanfang stood up from the toilet and pulled up his pants, he sighed with happiness. He felt that life was the most enjoyable thing in the world, but he could find a toilet in times of emergency.    

    

It was the voice in the toilet on the right that hummed with great urgency when it was constipated. It was somewhat depressing to the ears, unknowingly lowering the happiness index by quite a bit.    

    

In modern society, as people pay more and more attention to the privacy of individuals, many high-end situations in the toilet will be played without interruption beautiful music, which can not only build up the human emotion but also cover up the indecent sounds of some constipated people entering the toilet.    

    

Therefore, even Lee Nanfang could hear someone entering the toilet. No one else would be able to hear that he had been here before. After that, he would wave his sleeve and leave without leaving a trace of cloud.    

    

Just as he was about to open the door, the toilet door was pulled open from the outside.    

    

When he came to the toilet in a hurry, it was normal to find someone inside. At most, he just smiled awkwardly and then closed the door for the next one.    

    

So when this young man wearing a black shirt opened the toilet occupied by Lee Nanfang, he did not think too much. In order to avoid embarrassment, he even smiled and was about to politely say that he was finished.    

    

Opening the wrong door was normal, but when the person opening the door found out that there was someone inside, not only did he not withdraw in time, but he quickly came in. With a flip of his right hand, a sharp and cold military knife viciously stabbed at Lee Nanfang's chest.    

    

F * ck, someone even tried to assassinate him? Was he trying to kill me?    

    

Lee Nanfang cursed in his heart as he quickly twisted his waist. The military knife that was stabbing at his chest went past his chest and left a cut on his shirt.    

    

There used to be a joke about a miser who had his ankle bitten by a dog. He suddenly laughed and said it was fortunate that he wasn't wearing socks today.    

    

Lee Nanfang wasn't stingy to that extent, but he was still furious after his shirt had been cut open. He raised his hand to grab the man's wrist, and at the same time, his left hand grabbed the back of the man's neck.    

    

With a dull thud, that person's forehead slammed into the wall that was plastered with white porcelain plates.    

    

This person definitely had not practiced any kind of Iron Head Art, or else he wouldn't have been struck so hard that his head would start bleeding. It was as if he had drawn several plum blossoms on the white wall, which gave off an artistic feeling.    

    

At the same time, it also proved that the person who tried to kill Lee Nanfang was not a very good person. In the world of assassins, that was the lowest level.    

    

This was the second time Lee Nanfang had been inexplicably assassinated by an unconventional assassin in the short span of ten days since he came to the Qingshan City. The last time was after meeting Yue Zitong.    

    

Instinctively, Lee Nanfang combined two inexplicable assassinations into one. Was it Yue Zitong again?    

    

However, he quickly rejected this idea. In the days he had spent with Yue Zitong, Lee Nanfang could see that she had such a bad feeling. He was even more sure that she would never buy a murder attempt to kill him.    

    

This time, Lee Nanfang didn't want to let the killer go easily like last time. He lifted his foot and closed the toilet door, grabbed the man's right wrist and knocked it hard on the toilet bowl.    

    

The music was as melodious as ever, just like how the constipated brothers in the toilet beside them were still using their strength. They didn't notice in the slightest that Lee Nanfang was fighting.    

    

He pushed the assassin's head into the toilet bowl and pressed the valve. With a series of "hu lu" sounds, clear water flooded the assassin's head, forcing him to desperately struggle to lift his head.    

    

His head was stuck in the toilet sewer. When he was just submerged in the water, the killer was caught off guard and drank a few gulps of water. That was inevitable.    

    

Lee Nanfang stepped on his ankle and pressed down on his neck with a cold look in his eyes.    

    

When that person's struggling became weaker, Lee Nanfang grabbed his collar with his left hand and pulled him out of the toilet bowl. His head was on the edge of the toilet bowl and he stepped on one foot, leaving him with no room to fight back.    

    

After he spat a few mouthfuls of saliva, Lee Nanfang asked, "Speak, who sent you to kill me?"    

    

That person struggled to roll his eyes. When he saw Lee Nanfang's face, he clearly froze for a moment. He coughed and said, "Wrong, wrong."    

    

"What's wrong?"    

    

After Lee Nanfang asked this question, he finally understood: "You've found the wrong target."    

    

The man nodded with difficulty.    

    

Lee Nanfang saw that he wasn't lying and didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He lifted his foot and let him go.    

    

Just as that person was about to stand up, Lee Nanfang said: "Kneel, don't move. Otherwise, you will die."    

    

That person immediately stopped his actions and obediently lied down on the toilet bowl again. This person knew his own limits, to assassinate Lee Nanfang when he was caught off guard, but was instantly countered by the reality that he was facing an expert. It was best not to have any thoughts, lest he get himself into trouble.    

    

"Who are you trying to kill?"    

    

Lee Nanfang wiped his nose and said: "I shouldn't let you violate the rules on this issue."    

    

That person was silent for a moment before asking in a low voice, "You … You are also a fellow cultivator of the World?"    

    

Lee Nanfang smiled and said slowly: "I don't need to look down on the hitman industry, but I am sure that if I go to Professional Killer, I will definitely become an ancestor. This is not the important point, the important point is that I will not make things difficult for you. After you answer my question, immediately scram.    

    

The man was silent for a while before saying: "My name is Chen Dalee, the gangsters call me unrivalled in space, unstoppable in battle, little tyrant …"    

    

"Stop, there's no need to use your golden signboard. How shameful would it be if you scared me to the point of wetting my pants? Speak, who do you want to kill?! "    

    

Lee Nanfang suddenly started to admire this hitman. Guain was shameless to the point that he could compete with him. He had already drunk a few mouthfuls of toilet water, yet he was still showing off that he could sweep away an army of a thousand.    

    

"Someone paid 300,000 yuan for me to kill Feng Yuntine."    

    

Chen Dalee spat again. He finally got to the point.    

    

"Feng Yuntine?"    

    

"Yes, the Young Master of the Yun World, the biggest real estate agent in the Qingshan City."    

    

"Fuck, Feng Yuntine is only worth three hundred thousand?"    

    

In his opinion, to get rid of Young Master Feng for money, he would need at least tens of millions. For the sake of 300,000 yuan, this Chen Dalee dared to accept the job.    

    

Chen Dalee explained dejectedly, "It was originally 10 million, but I just entered the school, so they gave me a 3% discount." Don't look down on me, I am invincible in this world, and I don't kill innocent people. I have my principles when killing people, and I don't kill those who aren't rich or those who aren't rich or those who aren't vicious. When I was young, my biggest dream was to become a hero who would help the strong and help the weak … Have you heard of Chu Liuxiang? "    

    

Lee Nanfang was not interested at all. He was in the toilet with a bunch of crazy newbies, discussing his biggest childhood dream. Aside from being funny, he just felt sorry for him.    

    

"Cough!"    

    

A heavy cough came from outside the door.    

    

Lee Nanfang turned his head and looked through the crack in the door. He saw a person with a blissful expression walking by quickly. If it wasn't the Young Master Feng Yuntine of the Cloud World Real Estate Company, who else could it be?    

    

"Holy shit, we're at the wrong door!"    

    

Chen Dalee also saw it and painfully closed his eyes as he mumbled, "This bastard's fate is really good. According to the introductions, ten days ago, three super unrivalled Professional Killer went to the wrong place to assassinate him in the city. In the end, they met an even more unrivalled master and after the failure of the mission, the employer was forced to silence them."    

    

He was numb to it, what virtue or ability did this idiot have to make his father block the spear for him twice?    

    

Lee Nanfang was suddenly enlightened. His depressed mood could be seen from his words. He started to regret that he was so petty when he ordered the dishes. Why did he only order them for tens of thousands?    

    

He didn't want to know who killed Feng Yuntine, but he was determined to do it. Even if the killer wanted to kill Young Master Feng in front of him, he would stand by and watch without doing anything.    

    

"Chen Dalee, consider yourself lucky. After this assassination mission failed, the employer didn't notice you, so you don't need to be killed. Three hundred thousand. F * ck, is that a lot? If you want to kill someone for three hundred thousand dollars, you are definitely lacking in guts. "    

    

Lee Nanfang cursed and asked, "Are you really short on money?"    

    

Chen Dalee immediately nodded, "Very."    

    

"How many people have you killed before?"    

    

"This is the first time."    

    

"The truth?"    

    

Lee Nanfang looked at the knife on the ground. It was a common military knife in the market. It cost dozens of yuan and had no edge.    

    

Chen Dalee, who was kneeling on the ground, raised two fingers of his right hand and swore emotionally: "I am invincible within the universe! If I, Chen Dalee, am lying, I will be struck by lightning and will die a horrible death!"    

    

"Here is three hundred yuan, I don't have much money, so let's make do with this first. Stop doing this, you really aren't made for this. It's better for you to find a proper job. "    

    

Lee Nanfang took out a few bills and threw it on Chen Dalee's face. Then, he turned around and opened the door and walked out.    

    

Chen Dalee's voice came from behind: "Hero, what's your name?"    

    

"I, Lee Nanfang, have a habit that I never leave my name when doing good deeds."    

    

Lee Nanfang waved his hand and left without turning back.    

    

Only after leaving the washroom did he remember that he had not washed his hands yet — nevermind, in case he saw that idiot again. His heart softened as he was given another few hundred dollars, but it was only for the sake of a useless title of chivalrous hero.    

    

Fortunately, there was also a washroom in the private room. Washing her hands in front of Officer Bai would almost affect her appetite for the meal. However, Lee Nanfang couldn't care less about others' appetite in order to save a few hundred yuan.    

    

Bai Linger wasn't in the room.    

    

As soon as Lee Nanfang walked into the washroom, she stood up and hurried to the hall.    

    

She wanted to go down to the second floor and ask how much the meal cost before calling the bureau chief for help. When she arrived at the corner of the second floor, Fann Xiangjun immediately greeted her with a smile, "Linger!"    

    

Bai Linger didn't want to pay any attention to her, especially when Li Jie was beside her. However, she still stopped her steps and coldly asked, "Is something the matter?"    

    

"Linger, can we go into the room to talk?"    

    

Fann Xiangjun reached out and took Bai Linger's hand. The smile on her face turned into a pleading expression as she whispered, "Considering how we were good friends in the past, please give me a chance."