Master Head of the Dragon Soul

"Sir, here is your dessert."

The elegant waitress moved gracefully as she brought a plate of pastries with a warm smile.

Shen Wanqian nodded politely and said, "Thank you."

Just as the waitress was about to place the dessert back on the table, Chu Feng suddenly reached out and grabbed her delicate wrist.

"Miss, how do you maintain such flawless skin?" Chu Feng smiled.

Shen Wanqian was taken aback, shaking his head helplessly. After all, Chu Feng was still young and full of energy!

Shen Jing Er clenched her teeth, looking extremely disdainful. "Shameless scum."

The beautiful waitress simply smiled softly and didn't get angry. "Thank you for the compliment, sir."

Chu Feng still held onto her wrist casually and said, "Why would such a beautiful woman like you choose to be an assassin instead of pursuing another profession?"

In an instant, the expressions of Shen Wanqian and his group changed.

Shen Jing Er and the bodyguards immediately drew their weapons, glaring fiercely.

The beautiful waitress's face was filled with surprise and confusion. "Sir, I don't understand what you're saying. Can you ask them to put away their weapons? I'm scared..."

She looked pitiful, her face full of grievances and vulnerability.

Shen Jing Er and the bodyguards exchanged glances, their brows furrowed. Could it be that this Chu Feng had deceived them?

Chu Feng glanced at the beautiful waitress and hit the nail on the head. "Your acting and disguise are excellent, but the details are lacking. You've already killed the real restaurant waiters and chefs, haven't you?"

"The smell of blood on you is so strong, it's suffocating."

Chu Feng's gaze was sharp. Although they had done a thorough job of cleaning up and the smell of blood had almost disappeared, Chu Feng, who had experienced countless battles, was far more sensitive to the scent of blood and its menacing aura than others. How could this illusion deceive him?

Sure enough, the beautiful waitress's face instantly changed. A cold light flickered in her eyes as she kicked the food cart aside with her slender legs in high heels.

Shen Jing Er and the bodyguards panicked and quickly protected Shen Wanqian.

Behind them, the four or five chefs quickly retrieved a few short guns from the food cart in the chaos, emanating a menacing aura.

"Young man, you've got some skills. The attractive waitress sneered, her eyes gleaming with coldness, "I never thought that I, the "Black Club," who has been unbeaten for more than ten years, would lose to you.

"Thanks for the reminder. I'll be more careful when disposing of bodies next time. But for now, you and the Shen family can go to hell together!"

Her companions behind her also looked crazy; their excitement was shown as they aimed their guns in unison.

The commission for this job was extremely high, amounting to $50 million. It would be enough for them to retire and live a luxurious life for the rest of their lives.

Shen Wanqian, Shen Jing Er, and the others showed expressions of despair. There were five of them-five guns-but even with their formidable skills, they couldn't possibly fight back.

It was over!

Everyone's hearts trembled with regret for their carelessness.

"It's you who will go to hell," Chu Feng said calmly, pouring himself a glass of wine as if nothing was happening.

"Stop pretending. Kill him!" Black Club shouted, immediately ordering her companions to open fire. Her comrades were all former foreign mercenaries, all expert marksmen who never missed a shot. That was why they had been undefeated in their missions for the past ten years.

The faces of the companions turned fierce and crazed as they pulled the triggers, eagerly anticipating the sight of Chu Feng and his companion's brains splattering and blood flowing. However, in the next second...