On the third night of the Spring Festival in 2064, the third largest financial center city, known as the "Window of the World", held a large-scale Spring Festival party at the Cultural Center in the city center. Soon, citizens ushered in the first spring rain of the new year in the joyful celebration, with drizzle drizzle, and the wind still carried a few rays of cold winter.

The spring rain lasted all night, and after midnight everything that happened in the Kexun Building in Qianhai Financial Center was spread until the next day. This was a major theft case, where thieves broke through numerous agencies and monitored the latest planning information of the Kexun Group without disturbing the armed forces on a large scale and successfully escaped.

There is no doubt that this theft case will completely cover the front pages of various newspapers the next day.

At 5:30 a.m., when the Kexun Building was still in chaos, a black figure was leaping on the low roof in a slum less than four kilometers north of the financial center. Yes, the movements of the black figure can only be described as "leap". If the light around it was not too weak, anyone who saw it might have thought of "godly" life. The black figure flew for a long distance and finally jumped into the balcony on the top floor of an eight-story building.

"despair!"

With a crisp sound of switching, the small room with a space of less than 20 square meters was completely filled with lights.

Take off the black face mask and use the soft light to clearly see that the black figure is nothing but Yang Feng two years ago and Yan Feng today.

"call--"

Yan Feng breathed heavily, took out the chip with a special metallic luster in his chest pocket and took a few casual glances before throwing it on the table, took off the black leather gloves, and pulled out the water droplets from the messy hair with his slender hands, then sat on the chair beside him with a cerebral palsy, his eyes closed slightly, and his tight black uniform flashed with a strange luster under the light, and his pretty face, which had lost its blood, was stained with a few years of paleness.

After getting rid of the dangerous situation, he relaxed. He felt very tired and wanted to just sleep like this, but the pain from the wound on his left shoulder made him frown.

Yan Feng opened his eyes reluctantly, took off his underwear all over his body, opened the medicine box on the table, cleaned the wound, injected a dose of cell activation fluid directly on the edge, and then touched a layer of healing membrane. If he didn't identify it carefully, the membrane on it would not be visible at all. Change into a pair of clean trousers, and then he would wrap it on the bed to recuperate the wound.

With the specialization of weapons and the development of medical technology, the weapon being received can be accurately detected through the wound, and the injury time can even simulate the process of injury. Therefore, wounds caused by special weapons on Yan Feng's shoulders cannot be treated in the hospital. He is now using Hunyuan Gong to heal his wounds.

Two years ago, after he was rescued by Old Man Yan, he learned two martial arts from the old man, one was the external body technique that pursued extreme speed and reaction power - the shadow technique, and the other was the internal mind technique that strengthened muscles and bones - the Hunyuan Gong.

The Shadowless Art and Hunyuan Gong are ancient martial arts in China. In order to gain benefits in various special environments in the new era, some people with ulterior motives have spent huge amounts of money to explore the originally abandoned ancient martial arts, and gradually formed a powerful retro martial arts style within China. The revival of ancient martial arts has made China become a world superpower in just 20 or 30 years, and its huge influence has made the world's attention concentrate in this field. Yan Feng is in this huge vortex, so he naturally knows his advantages and destiny.

Just as Yan Feng's thoughts were looking back at the past two years, a strange cold wind blew out of the balcony. Yan Feng opened his eyes instantly and stopped healing, carefully distinguishing his uniform breathing outside the balcony. He stood up gently, picked up the special chip and walked to the balcony.

At this time, a piece of fish belly turned white in the sky in the east. I saw a dreamlike girl standing quietly on the edge of the reservoir opposite Taiyang, which was as tall as snow. Her skin was fair and pale, and her appearance was pretty and beautiful, but she could not see any warmth and tenderness. Her slender and graceful figure under her tight black uniform was undoubtedly full of her waist-length hair. She was tied with a black ribbon at the end of her waist, and her forehead was full of classical beauty. However, her pair of lively beautiful eyes showed a coldness that made people dare not approach easily. Most people could not help but shivered even if they looked at each other for a second.

The girl's name is Yan Bing. When she first met Yan Feng, she was in her jastic year. She has been following Old Man Yan since she was a child. She has a mysterious identity and has practiced martial arts for seven years more than Yan Feng. She is considered a "senior sister" in martial arts creation. When Yan Feng appeared on the balcony with his shirtlessness, Yan Bing gently turned his beautiful neck like jade, and saw his almost perfect figure. A trace of surprise and shyness flashed in his eyes, and then returned to normal.

Yan Feng and Yan Bing have been together for two years, and they don’t have many opportunities to meet each other. The only understanding of her personality is “cold and can’t laugh”. Without any words, Yan Feng threw the chip away with a casual hand.

Just as he turned around, Yan Bing's crisp and beautiful voice floated over like an ice bell:

"Yan Feng, are you... injured?"

Some were surprised by Yan Bing's rare question, Yan Feng turned around and looked at the starry eyes, which were as cold as usual.

"illusion?"

For a moment, Yan Feng thought she was concerned about her injuries, but when she saw her expression as usual, she replied calmly: "I just suffered a little scratch, it's not a problem."

Yan Bing seemed not to hear his reply, glanced at the chip in his hand, and then jumped eastward, and the speed was even a few minutes faster than Yan Feng.

Yan Bing appeared for only one minute, and the conversation was only this. This was Yan Feng’s most expected result - the task was successfully completed, and before the next task, he could live the life of an ordinary person.

Look at the clock of the watch, at 6:17.

“It’s time to go to work.”
Chapter completed!