On the contrary, the threat to him was a kind of beast, one that prowled during the day.
Due to the issue with the aircraft, Feng Yi's daily routine had been disrupted, so he had to think about what to do during the day and wait until night to continue his hunting and ambushes.
On the way home, who knew that a murder would occur nearby? As a woman was seeking help everywhere with her two distraught sons, she suddenly saw Feng Yi and ran up to him almost in a dash, "Sir Feng, my husband has been murdered. Please, stand up for us."
"But this has nothing to do with me."
"You are the most famous freelance mercenary around here. You must help us; this is all my savings." The woman handed a few scattered coins to Feng Yi, "I am certain that bastard Fark killed my husband."
"Who is Fark? And how are you so sure it was him?"
