Indeed, it was just over ten seconds when Qin Fang heard a faint sound of footsteps, and then the door of the room was opened from the inside, revealing an ordinary, resolute face.

Without a doubt, this man was Qin Fang's assassination target—Yan Kuan.

Finally meeting Yan Kuan in person, Qin Fang's heart inexplicably surged with excitement. Although he had already seen pictures of Yan Kuan, the reality of facing him made it hard for Qin Fang to contain himself.

"Fu Ming, you're back..."

Yan Kuan was around fifty years old, well-preserved, and looked quite young. Moreover, because of practicing martial arts, he appeared quite robust, which exerted no small amount of pressure.

Given such intensity of pressure, Qin Fang was aware that Yan Kuan's strength was indeed not to be underestimated. Even Su Yang was clearly no match for Yan Kuan, and the gap between them was quite significant.

Qin Fang nodded without saying a word, mainly because he dared not speak up. No one was more anxious about Yan Fu Ming than Yan Kuan—who could detect even the slightest abnormality in a voice.

At the same time, Qin Fang's Scouting Skill was immediately cast upon Yan Kuan to seek the most valuable firsthand data, and the recently upgraded to advanced Scouting Skill was also a new ace up Qin Fang's sleeve.

"Yan Kuan, Vice Sect Leader of Iron Hand Sect, Level 5, Evil Camp (Evil Points 537), Abilities: Iron Sand Palm Level 7, Tongbei Fist Level 5, Eagle Claw Skill Level 4, Black Tiger Force Level 4... Weakness: Yan Fu Ming."

The conclusions drawn from Qin Fang's advanced Scouting were quite different from before. For instance, Yan Kuan, who looked like a loyal and honest middle-aged man, turned out to belong to the Evil Camp, and his Evil Points were revealed to be as high as 537. If one considers that each life taken was worth 100 Evil Points, this meant that Yan Kuan had at least five or six lives on his hands.

Qin Fang was already determined to kill Yan Kuan, but now seeing his high Evil Points, he was even more resolved to eliminate such a villain.

With such high Evil Points, the number of people who lost their lives or suffered severe injuries at his hands must not be few. This was quite reasonable and normal for his identity as the Vice Sect Leader of the Iron Hand Sect; otherwise, he wouldn't have been so aggressive and overbearing in Gongzhou.

Otherwise, his nephew Yan Fu Ming's boldness wouldn't be so great. He disregarded many officials, behaving arrogantly as if he were the top Young Master in Gongzhou.

But, in fact, those Young Masters never took Yan Fu Ming seriously. Even when they befriended him, it was mostly a superficial relationship of wining and dining. When trouble arose, it was always Yan Fu Ming who was out in front while the Young Masters retreated.

Yan Fu Ming had become such a villain partly because these people egged him on, but the fool never caught on to their intentions.

Yan Kuan, however, could see it but just couldn't bring himself to criticize Yan Fu Ming. He simply turned a blind eye to it because there was nothing in Gongzhou he couldn't handle. If a situation really got out of hand, he would surely have ways to completely cover it up.

Qin Fang guessed that Yan Kuan's high Evil Points were mostly acquired in such ways, and Yan Kuan's only weakness was his own nephew, Yan Fu Ming.

Qin Fang had some prior knowledge of this, knowing that Yan Kuan was very fond and overly protective of Yan Fu Ming, pampering him as if he were the apple of his eye, giving off a somewhat incomprehensible feeling.

But now, Yan Fu Ming's place in Yan Kuan's heart was clearly more than just a simple uncle-nephew bond; he had become Yan Kuan's only weakness.

Could it be that this uncle and nephew had some unspeakable secret?

It wasn't odd for Qin Fang to think too much; their relationship seemed too strange, far exceeding the bounds of a typical uncle-nephew relationship. Even his own son could hardly be treated any better.

Ideas for action plans flashed rapidly through Qin Fang's mind as his brain worked quickly. Many potential plans appeared simultaneously, being rapidly dismissed until... Qin Fang noticed something.

"Why aren't you talking?"

Seeing Qin Fang just standing there silent, Yan Kuan was perplexed, wondering what had happened to Yan Fu Ming.

"Could it be an illness?"

Yan Kuan found it strange and reached out his hand toward Qin Fang as if he wanted to help Yan Fu Ming back to his room to see what was the matter.

But just then, the "Yan Fu Ming" who had not made any significant moves, who was actually Qin Fang, suddenly raised his hand. A black, block-shaped object descended from above, flying straight toward Yan Kuan's forehead.

Of course, this object was none other than the brick Qin Fang had not used for a long time—and this time, instead of striking with it, he threw it.

Throwing + Brick.

This combination could achieve a higher chance of Dizziness. Although it wasn't guaranteed to be one hundred percent, it was certainly well over fifty percent. And at such a close range, the System defaulted to an even higher probability.

"Brick successfully hit the target, the target is in a 3-second Dizzy State, and any attack will immediately break it!"

Wasn't Qin Fang just waiting for such a prompt to appear?

Three seconds of dizziness might seem brief, but for an expert with a shocking speed like Qin Fang, it was enough to determine the outcome.

The block-shaped brick vanished, but in Qin Fang's hand appeared a dagger, chilling to the bone, almost as if it could slice through the air, stabbing directly toward Yan Kuan's heart.(To be continued. If you like this work, welcome to Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your recommendation votes, monthly votes. Your support is my greatest motivation.)

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