The G-man assassin, hearing the startled cry of his companion, felt a tremor in his heart. Just as he was about to rush over to rescue her, a voice, somewhat spectral, cut through the air: "You might want to worry about yourself first."

"Smack!" Yang Yi swept a swift kick, causing the G-man to stumble, his knee kissing the ground hard, while a hand like a vise clamped down on his neck.

That wasn't all; the other hand, which had been dangling precariously, was now held by Yang Yi. It was held with an almost mystical grip—truly subtle—because Yang Yi was restraining the G-man assassin using only three fingers on one hand, rendering him utterly immobile. One could only imagine the profound mystery behind such control.

Pressure points, in the realm of Chinese external martial arts, are an exceedingly common discipline.

For instance: when you need an injection that day, doesn't the nurse rub the spot on your backside a couple of times before administering the shot? Perhaps you might innocently assume she just likes your posterior.

In truth, this is also the application of acupressure. There is a point there that dulls the pain of the injection. Once the nurse releases her hold on your backside, after only a minute or two, you’ll feel a faint, stinging ache—this is standard knowledge, now often regarded as priceless in modern society, let alone for someone skilled in martial arts?

"Speak. Who sent you?" Yang Yi felt this opening question, though classic, wouldn't yield much, but he asked it as a matter of routine.

"Kill me if you must; stop the nonsense," the G-man assassin retorted. Despite the searing pain in his hand, he now knew his mission had failed, which effectively meant his life was forfeit.

Hearing this, a smile flickered across Yang Yi's face. "I assume you are professional assassins. Since you believe the mission failed, the consequence is death, which is why you won't talk?"

"Hmph!" This time, it was the female assassin who let out a cold snort, her face showing utter disregard for life or death.

Assassins, to be precise, are doomed once their mission fails. Yet... there are sometimes exceptions. If they manage to escape and return to their Assassin Guild, they would only face punishment; the severity of that penalty would depend entirely on the Guild’s decree. However, if they cannot escape, death is certain.

But at this moment, Yang Yi didn't seem intent on killing them. After all, they were merely taking money to resolve trouble for others. He glanced at the G-man assassin, released his grip, and then said, "You two can go."

"You..." Both the G-man and the woman stared at Yang Yi, stunned that he would let them go.

Feng Shi, upon hearing Yang Yi’s words, didn't dwell on it. She understood that her Young Master must have his reasons for this action. She immediately released the female assassin.

"Why are you letting us go?" The G-man assassin finally snapped out of his shock and questioned Yang Yi.

"Heh heh. I don't entirely know the specifics of why. I just know that sometimes letting someone live is better than killing them, especially those who hold no deep grudge against me," Yang Yi stated calmly.

Indeed, anyone who tangled with Yang Yi deeply would likely already be in a coffin, beyond saving. Yang Yi was just that kind of person; being inherently roguish, he cared little for others' opinions, acting only according to his own will. But the true reason Yang Yi was sparing these assassins was not solely that.

The G-man assassin stopped asking questions upon hearing this. A strange look crossed his face before he addressed Yang Yi: "As assassins, we cannot reveal the truth you seek, but we can pass along some information."

"That's right. Consider it repayment for the favor," the female assassin added, though her speech was a bit labored from her injuries, which weren't severe.

"Oh?" Yang Yi smiled faintly. This was the reaction he desired.

"Someone in the assassin world has put a bounty of ten million on your head. That's all I can tell you!" The G-man assassin didn't spell everything out, but he clearly informed Yang Yi that a price had been set for him.

"Ten million?" Hearing the figure, Yang Yi didn't know whether to laugh or feel bitter; it was undoubtedly a wry smile, given that his life was currently valued at only ten million. "You may leave!"

The G-man nodded, then slowly supported his battered body and walked toward his car. The female assassin did the same. Though they had survived, the damage they sustained was significant.

Back in his car, Yang Yi sat in deep contemplation, reviewing the recent string of events. The conclusion he reached was that 'one wave had barely subsided before another began.'

"Young Master, should we investigate who placed the bounty?" Feng Shi asked while driving.

"Mm. Since the other party values my head at ten million, they must think highly of me. I can’t be stingy; I certainly must play along properly," Yang Yi said coolly, a playful smirk gracing his lips.

After driving for a while, Feng Shi’s face seemed slightly flushed. She asked Yang Yi, "Young Master, are we returning to school or headquarters?"

Hearing this, Yang Yi glanced curiously at Feng Shi in the rearview mirror. A ripple of excitement stirred within him. His first thought was, 'Has Yanran gotten horny?' But regardless, he quickly replied, "Let's go to headquarters. It’s so late; if we go back to school, I’m afraid I’ll wake the other three."

"Mm," Feng Shi murmured, blushing slightly as she accelerated the car.

In less than no time, the car arrived at the Black God Gang Commercial Headquarters.

In the office, Yang Yi flipped through the stack of files again, feeling like there was something important he hadn't taken care of, but he couldn't recall what it was. After only ten minutes of reviewing, he surrendered. Frankly, he lacked the focus for documents right now; he felt that Feng Shi had been acting strangely tonight.

Just as Yang Yi was pondering this, Feng Shi entered carrying a cup of coffee. His eyes immediately lit up. Feng Shi had clearly changed into a new set of clothes. Yang Yi stared intently at her, feeling his lower region harden into a tent, his mouth dry as he thought, Is this girl trying to tempt me into sin? Why is she dressed so provocatively?