On the 18th floor of Emperor Tower, unlike the dozens of private rooms on other floors, there was only one private room here, surrounded by winding and twisting corridors.

Within the corridor, luxurious and soft carpets were laid, and every five meters, a man in black stood silently, with more than twenty men visible along the corridor.

Each of them was cold as ice, standing motionless at the corners like statues.

In addition, there were surveillance cameras at every corner of the corridor, with a total of six located front and back.

Meanwhile, at a window in the stairway corner on the 17th floor, the window opened with a slight noise, and Ye Feng flashed and darted inside.

Ye Feng's expression was cold. At this moment, he glanced at the security door leading to the 18th floor, and immediately grabbed a ceramic tile from the wall, breaking it into dozens of small pieces.

Then, Ye Feng walked up to the security door leading to the 18th floor, gave it a gentle tug, and found that it had been securely locked. Without delay, he took out a Needle, inserted it into the keyhole, gave it a light twist, and with a click, the lock sprang open.

"Who is there!!!"

Just as Ye Feng had opened the security door, a sharp shout came from the 18th floor. A man in black was holding a silenced gun, his eyes fixed on the security door, ready for battle.

However, the only response he got was a chunk of ceramic tile!

The shard flew out from a gap in the security door and before the man in black could react, it pierced through his throat, blood spraying.

"Damn it! Enemy attack!"

Other men in black, seeing their comrade killed instantly, were a mix of shock and anger. They pulled out their guns, one after another, and hurried toward the location.

However, before they could reach the stairway entrance, several more shards flew out, shattering the lights and the surveillance cameras along the corridor.

Pop, pop, pop!

The lights went out abruptly, startling all the men in black. At that moment, a shadow darted from the stairway entrance, moving through their midst like a phantasm.

"He's here!"

One of the men in black cried out in horror, pulling the trigger towards the shadow.

Thud, thud, thud!

A series of dull sounds echoed as stone chips flew from the walls of the corridor. To his horror, the shadow, quick as lightning, wasn't hit by a single bullet.

Then, several blood-curdling screams rang out as one after another, his comrades fell to the ground, no longer showing any signs of life.

"Damn it!"

This man in black was in utter shock; within just a few seconds, five or six of his comrades had all been killed.

At that moment, he also finally saw the shadow clearly, a good-looking young man. But the youth's gaze was like that of a fierce beast, radiating a bloody lustre.

"Die!"

In a panic, the man in black swung his gun towards the young man and pulled the trigger again.

But before his finger could press down, his entire hand was grasped by a vice-like grip.

The young man's hand was like a pair of iron pincers, making the man in black feel as though his hand might break. He couldn't muster any strength in his index finger.

"You're too slow to shoot!"

Ye Feng spoke coldly, then twisted the man in black's hand and shot him several times in the chest.

The man in black's eyes bulged, his body stiffened, and though Ye Feng's words still echoed in his ears, he was already beyond savoring them.

At the same time, men in black in another corridor had also noticed the anomaly. They ran over, looking at the pitch-black corridor, unsure of what to do.

"Little Black! What's the situation? Do you need help?"

A man in black squinted, trying to discern the state of the corridor, but it was too dark to see anything.

"Something's wrong, everyone get ready!"

The man in black seeing no one answering in the corridor, his expression turned icy as he flashed to the corner. A silencer-equipped gun extended, ready for anything.

It wasn't just him--the other assassins also took advantageous positions, their eyes fixed on the dark corridor ahead.

Tap tap tap...

Faint footsteps came from the pitch-black corridor, and then a blurry shadow slowly emerged.

A delicate face, ragged clothes, a faint smile on his lips, and dark eyes that shone with a bloodthirsty, demon-like glimmer.

Upon seeing Ye Feng, one of the men in black's face changed dramatically:

"It's him!!! Quick, shoot him dead!!!"

This man in black was one of Lin Sinan's bodyguards. Startled, he quickly pulled the trigger at Ye Feng.

The other men in black didn't hesitate either. Gunshots rang out incessantly, bullets showering towards Ye Feng like rain.

At this moment, the arc of Ye Feng's mouth turned up further, and he flashed forward, shooting out.

Whoosh!

In the dim light, Ye Feng's figure was like a shooting star, barely visible before it darted five or six meters away.

Pop, pop, pop!

Bullets tore the luxurious carpet to shreds, but Ye Feng's figure was like a Spiritual Snake, twisting as he surged forward. Each bullet that was about to hit him was dodged with a flash.

It was a frightening sight; the men in black could hardly believe their eyes.

In such confined spaces, even special forces would be riddled with bullets, but now...

"Spirit... Spirit Snake Step!!! How is it possible!!!"

After seeing Ye Feng's advancing figure, one of the men in black couldn't contain his shock and screamed.

Hearing his words, the rest were jolted into action.

Spirit Snake Step, the legendary technique the King of Assassins from the Global Assassin Alliance was best at. It was said that using this technique, one could infiltrate the White House and assassinate high-ranking officials of the United States as if picking objects from a bag.

"Shaoqiang! How do you know this?" Lin Sinan's bodyguard, while unleashing a barrage at Ye Feng, urgently asked his companion.

"The boss had a video of the King of Assassins. It's this... Spirit Snake Step! Sadly, even after several years of practice, he still hasn't gotten the hang of it!"

The man called Shaoqiang had always followed Lin Zhaohao. His face was filled with shock as he shouted at his comrades:

"Everybody fall back! Don't let him get close!"

Shaoqiang had seen the video and knew how futile it was to hit Ye Feng under the effect of Spirit Snake Step. Their only hope was the moment the technique was exhausted, which would be the best time to kill the opponent.

Without a moment's hesitation, all the men in black started to retreat in panic.

Seeing this, the cold smirk on Ye Feng's lips grew even more chilling. With a flick of his wrist, several pieces of broken tile flew out.

Whiz, whiz, whiz!

Each shard flew as fast as stray bullets. The men in black hadn't retreated two steps before their throats were pierced by the tiles, blood spurting out.

Shaoqiang was completely dumbfounded. Watching his comrades dying one after another, he felt as if he had plunged into an ice pit, frozen with cold.

"You know about the King of Assassins?"

Ye Feng now slowly approached, his eyes coldly fixed on Shaoqiang as he asked.

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