Bullseye, whose real name was Lester Janges, was a professional hitman. He was selfish, extreme, and verged on madness, with a documented history of torture and bloodlust. Overall, his style was quite similar to Kingpin's, so it was no surprise he'd maintained a long-term partnership with him. However, while handling affairs for Kingpin, he still enjoyed the freedom of a mercenary, often taking on side jobs. It was for this reason that Hong Fei had easily tracked him down in the past. With Kingpin dead, Bullseye had returned to being a free mercenary; he had no obligation to avenge Kingpin.
After knocking Bullseye unconscious, Hong Fei grabbed his collar and effortlessly returned to the rooftop. Sirens and flashing lights rapidly approached on the street below. Carrying an adult didn't strain Hong Fei at all. He moved between the high-rise buildings as he had before, quickly disappearing into the night. Driving back to the manor, Hong Fei removed the passive skill card 'Hidden Identity' from its slot. The entire process took over an hour, consuming nearly half his energy.
Once the vehicle came to a steady stop, he felt his total energy increase, which meant the kidnapping operation he had just carried out was officially complete. Frank hadn't gone to sleep yet. He approached the car and asked suspiciously, "What were you up to this time?"
Hong Fei got out of the car and went straight to the back to open the trunk.
Frank said, "Another kidnapping? Wait, I've seen this man. I fought him once. He has incredible throwing abilities; I once saw him kill someone from a hundred meters away with a toothpick."
Hong Fei nodded slightly.
This was indeed where Bullseye differed from ordinary people. Whether it was conventional firearms, throwing explosives, or cold weapons, he was an undisputed marksman. However, Hong Fei possessed the Eyes of Death and had no need for such throwing or shooting abilities; he could do it even more perfectly than Bullseye. In addition, Bullseye was a professional martial artist, a master assassin, and had once been a professional baseball player. The multiple abilities Bullseye possessed were exactly why Hong Fei valued him.
Hong Fei picked up Bullseye. "Clear out an Underground Room for me."
"There's a ready-made one—the old wine cellar. No construction work has been done there yet." Entering the wine cellar, Frank followed closely. After Hong Fei tossed Bullseye into the nearly hundred-square-meter underground space, he couldn't help but ask again: "What did you bring him back for?"
Hong Fei said casually, "To be a sparring partner."
Frank immediately frowned. "Does he have the ability for that?"
"Of course he doesn't, but I'll hold back."
"I think I'm more suitable than him."
Hong Fei couldn't help but glance at him. "We'll talk about that after your injuries are healed!"
Hong Fei entered the wine cellar. He turned and locked the iron door firmly, then slowly approached Bullseye. Looking at the other man's unconscious state, Hong Fei curled his lip and kicked his arm.
"Alright, stop playing dead. Get up."
Bullseye remained indifferent. Hong Fei crouched down. Just as his hand was about to touch Bullseye, the man's eyes snapped open. His mouth parted, and a white object flew out abruptly. However, Hong Fei's movements were even faster. He raised his arm and caught the incoming object firmly between two fingers with a light pinch.
It was a tooth, with traces of flesh and blood clinging to it. The force carried by the tooth Bullseye spat out was actually very powerful. If Hong Fei had been careless, even an eyeball could have been blown out by it. Seeing the sneak attack fail, Bullseye's still intact right hand formed a claw and struck upward, aimed directly at Hong Fei's crotch. Hong Fei crossed his legs, trapping Bullseye's arm with his shins, and sat down with the momentum. He threw away the tooth in his hand, raised his arm, and swung it with effort.
Slap!
The crisp, loud sound of a slap echoed in the secret room.
Bullseye's head snapped to the side, blood sprayed from his mouth, and a bluish-red palm print quickly surfaced on his face.
"You're quite sneaky, aren't you?" Hong Fei said with a half-smile.
Bullseye jerked his head back. Seeing his mouth move, Hong Fei instantly delivered another slap. "I'm warning you, if you dare spit on me, I'll find someone to skin you alive."
Bullseye panted heavily, fire burning in his eyes as if he wanted to devour Hong Fei. But looking at Hong Fei's raised palm, he still turned his head to spit out a mouthful of blood.
Then, with a fierce gaze and a raspy voice, he asked, "Who are you?"
"You should know what I do. Don't you watch TV?" Hong Fei pointed at his mask and said. Thanks to Tony's exposure and challenge, Hong Fei's outfit of black clothes and a white mask had long since spread. Bullseye clearly recognized the gear. His eyes shifted as light flickered within them.
After a moment of thought, he said, "Are you a mercenary too?"
Hong Fei shook his head. Bullseye didn't want to guess anymore and simply asked, "Why did you attack me? Why did you bring me here?"
"I want to ask you for a favor."
"What?"
Bullseye suddenly burst out laughing, then stared with angry eyes. "Are you joking with me?"
Hong Fei also laughed. "Whether it's a joke or not, you'll find out very soon."
Afterward, the wine cellar fell silent at first, followed by the sound of slapping, repeating in a cycle. It wasn't until dawn the next day that Hong Fei opened the door and left. In the center of the wine cellar, Bullseye lay on the ground, drenched in sweat, with a look of utter daze in his eyes.
As the morning light fell, construction materials had already piled up behind the manor, and trucks were hauling away soil. Frank sat nearby, directing the work.
Seeing Hong Fei emerge from the wine cellar, Frank quickly stood. "You stayed down there all night?"
"Yeah. Remember to have Number One deliver some food and medicine every day. Don't let him die."
Frank nodded. "You stayed in a secret room with a man all night?"
"Get lost!"
Frank laughed heartily as he watched Hong Fei's departing back.
Back in his room, Hong Fei flicked his fingers, and two white skill cards appeared.
Passive Skill Card: Precise Throwing (White)
"You can accurately throw most objects to visible destinations."
Passive Skill Card: Baseball Mastery (White)
"You will become a qualified professional baseball player."
These two skill cards weren't of much use, but the key was that they indirectly confirmed Hong Fei's previous suspicion. It wasn't the case that a target would only drop a skill card once. Last night, they clashed fourteen times.
The fighting process was very short; most of the time was spent letting Bullseye recover. Including the time at Bullseye's house, that made fifteen times. The first three times yielded nothing. The fourth time dropped one card, the seventh time dropped another, and the final eight times yielded no harvest. From this, it could be determined that defeating an opponent for the first time doesn't always result in a skill card drop. He had obtained two answers, but the doubts in Hong Fei's heart increased rather than decreased. He was full of energy and not at all sleepy.
Although he had been active for nearly twenty-four hours, his body clearly told him that he didn't need sleep yet. Bullseye, however, could no longer take it. First, one arm was broken, then he was forced to fight by Hong Fei all night. Now, Bullseye's physical strength, endurance, and spirit had likely all reached their limit. It was hard to find a decent experimental subject; he couldn't let him die just like that.
Sorry, this chapter was posted late. I usually schedule the evening and next morning chapters after coming home from work every day. I had a dinner party today, so I got back late.