I'm in Tokyo, caught in the clutches of the demon princess.

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Tsumi Gasai also sat down.

It was already dark, and Tsuma Mi had no intention of taking the helicopter back.

Visibility was low at night, so taking a helicopter wasn't safe.

Of course, this is just Tsumi Gasai's own opinion.

An interesting phenomenon occurred when the four people got into the car.

The passenger seat was empty, while the back seats were rather crowded.

Rather than being crowded, it was more like Chinatsu Fuchigami and Tsumazumi were squeezing into the middle.

Yuan Shang would occasionally glance at the back seat through the rearview mirror while breaking off a branch.

His expression seemed a little jealous.

Feng Zejian thought that there was no option to be jealous when breaking a branch on the abyss.

The car pulled up to the apartment building, and Fengzejian and his wife, Jinmei, got out to say goodbye to the mother and daughter before going upstairs.

Upon reaching the door, Tsumi Gasai blew a kiss to Kazesawa.

Goodbye, little brother, mua!

Feng Zejian winked at her.

Feng Zejian then picked up the key and opened the door.

Upon entering the room, I found Rio Sawada changing her clothes.

Feng Zejian then asked, "What's wrong?"

"My package has arrived. I'm going to the courier point to pick it up."

"Okay, you're making a lot of trouble by putting on clothes and shoes."

"Okay, I'll give you the address and pickup code."

"Ah."

Feng Zejian went out again before he even sat down.

There is no express delivery point in the Qingshui Jiayuan residential area. You have to go to the street-side shops on each street, but it's not far.

When they arrived at the courier point, there weren't many people. Feng Zejian gave the staff his pickup code, and they brought the package over.

The item wasn't large—just a rectangular delivery box—but it felt quite heavy in my hand.

Feng Zejian left with the package, brushing past a man wearing a mask.

In that instant, Feng Zejian sensed something unusual.

Looking back, the man was no longer there.

Feng Zejian didn't think much of it, took the package, and turned to leave.

Instead of rushing home, Feng Zejian bought some snacks at the convenience store next door.

This stroll took another hour or so.

Feng Zejian was carrying two large bags of snacks on his way back.

It was already past nine o'clock, and this wasn't a neon-lit red-light district; there wasn't much nightlife here.

There were quite a few cars on the main roads, but almost none on the side roads.

There weren't many people there.

Although there was no one around, the bright streetlights gave Feng Zejian a great sense of security.

The surroundings were unusually quiet, and the shadows of the few pedestrians under the streetlights gradually lengthened.

At that moment, a person walked towards Feng Zejian.

The person was wrapped up very tightly, with his hands in his pockets, and his body was somewhat hunched.

Feng Zejian didn't take it seriously, after all, he had done the same thing before.

It's just that the atmosphere at this moment is somewhat eerie.

When the two people were two or three meters apart, the streetlights suddenly went out.

The person appeared in front of Feng Zejian in an instant, took out a dagger and stabbed it into Feng Zejian's throat.

The man behind the mask revealed a smug, cold smile.

The streetlights came back on, and the assassin's pupils dilated in shock at the scene before him.

Feng Zejian frowned as he looked at the assassin in front of him, but the assassin's dagger pierced Feng Zejian's throat without causing any harm.

The assassin wasn't thinking about anything at that moment; all he could think about was escaping.

The streetlights went out again, and the assassin sped off in the shadows.

Feng Zejian watched the fleeing assassin, then walked behind a tree by the roadside and used a teleportation talisman to throw two bags of snacks along with the package to Yaoji's house.

In just a few minutes, they ran about two miles.

Just as the assassin was catching his breath in a secluded corner.

Chapter 236 I Have a Reason Not to Die

Feng Zejian appeared as if by some strange twist of fate.

"You run really fast."

The assassin shuddered, his body trembling instinctively.

He picked up another dagger and stabbed it into Feng Zejian's heart.

The dagger pierced through Feng Zejian's body, but only pierced through.

"You shouldn't make the same mistake twice."

The assassin looked at Feng Zejian in horror.

"You are not human, what kind of monster are you?"

Feng Zejian smiled, but his eyes instantly turned bloodshot.

"It hurts me to hear you say that."

He then delivered a knee strike, and the assassin rolled his eyes and passed out.

Feng Zejian crushed the talisman and threw the assassin into the portal.

Instead of rushing inside, Kazema took out his phone and sent a message to Rio Sawada.

There will be no signal on your phone over there.

After sending the message, Feng Zejian stepped into the portal.

Upon arriving at the foliage viewing area again, Yaoji was somewhat bewildered as he looked at the unconscious assassin.

"Yaboji, you eat your snacks, I'll take care of this human."

Feng Zejian's eyes turned into snowflake-like pupils, and icy shackles appeared on the assassin's hands and feet.

Feng Zejian watched as the unconscious assassin picked up a hose, turned on the tap, and sprayed water all over his face.

The unconscious killer was also awakened by the cold water.

The assassin, upon waking, instinctively tried to break free, only to find himself bound by shackles.

The assassin looked around in terror and saw the huge woman in the blood-red dress, her eyes flashing red.

Yaoji also sensed something amiss with the assassin and looked over.

This sight was alarming; the assassin fainted again, this time from sheer terror.

Feng Zejian was puzzled. How could someone who was an assassin have such low mental fortitude?

With no other option, Kazema could only have Yaoji hide and continue spraying water.

After a while, the assassin finally woke up again.

This time, the assassin's only focus was on Feng Zejian.

But the assassin was already terrified.

"Monster, you monster, let me go!"

Feng Zejian couldn't understand why the assassin would say such mindless things.

"Are you scared out of your wits? Why are you talking nonsense? What were you thinking when you stabbed me with the knife?"

"If you're going to kill someone, you have to be prepared to be killed. As an assassin, don't you even understand this basic principle?"

The assassin shook his head.

"I have a reason not to die."

Feng Zejian couldn't help but laugh.

"If you could stay alive if you didn't want to die, there wouldn't be so many dead people in the world."

The assassin was stunned. As an assassin, he shouldn't be afraid of death, but he was also human, and humans have the will to survive.

It seems this monster in front of me has no intention of letting me go.

He was thinking about how to survive.

Then he thought of something.

"If you let me go, I'll tell you who ordered you."

Feng Zejian's expression was somewhat subtle.

"Are you kidding me? Do you even have the right to negotiate? Even if you were to negotiate, you should at least know what's important. You don't really think I'd be interested in who wants to kill me, do you?"

The assassin was stunned, but his survival instinct forced his brain to think of a way to salvage the situation.

"Wait, I can not only tell you who ordered it, but I can also help you kill him. You saw it before, I'm very decisive, I'll definitely do it without leaving a trace."

"Not only that, as long as you let me go, I'll be your dog from now on. You can tell me who to bite and I'll bite whoever you want."

Feng Zejian nodded thoughtfully.

"Then tell me first who ordered it."

"Shimada Toyokoto, he paid me to kill you."

Feng Zejian nodded, looking at the assassin with a smile.

With one hand covering the assassin's mouth, the other hand pierced the assassin's chest, slowly crushing the assassin's heart.

The poor killer, on his deathbed, could only utter his last words in a whimpering manner.

Feng Zejian looked at the now-cold assassin.

"If you had any backbone, I might have actually used you. But you switched sides too quickly. I'm really afraid you'll betray me one day. Just to be on the safe side, I have no choice but to send you on your way."

"If you could know this from beyond the grave, you wouldn't blame me, right?"

Feng Zejian began to search the assassin's body.

Wallet, keys, phone, and a controller.

The phone was unlocked and quite clean inside.

That makes sense; how could an assassin carry something important with them?

However, it wasn't all for naught; Feng Zejian saw the food delivery records on this clean phone.

I checked my wallet, but there was nothing there except some change.

There are three keys: two for the room doors and one for the safe.

This controller is probably the one that controlled the previous streetlights.

I thought it was some kind of superpower, but it turns out he's just a technician.

Kazema and Yaoji ate some snacks together, then dumped the assassin's body in a pile of weak spirits.

Although these weak spirits are not strong in combat due to the absence of the Crimson Moon, they will not refuse food that is offered to them.