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Chapter 40 Feng Nan's Madness

Seeing Ye Wanwan being bullied, Feng Nan didn't hesitate at all. She picked up a mop she had taken from the public restroom with one hand and rushed straight towards the assassin.

She kept shouting as she ran.

"Brother Li, come quick! The assassin is here!"

This was used as a bluff to intimidate the assassin.

Sure enough, Feng Nan's shout was heard.

The assassin panicked.

His attack was a beat too slow, and Ye Wanwan seized the opportunity to deliver several hard punches.

The assassin, no longer interested in fighting, kicked Ye Wanwan away and turned to run.

And the direction he fled was exactly the direction from which Feng Nan had attacked.

Seeing the assassin turn around, Feng Nan, who had been holding the mop ready, suddenly struck.

Paji——

The wet mop head was shoved right into the assassin's face. A familiar smell, like that of a public restroom, instantly assaulted the assassin's nostrils. The nauseous assassin retched repeatedly and backed away, trying to get rid of the mop.

However, would Feng Nan let him off so easily?
The assassin retreats one step, and Feng Nan advances one step.

The mop, reeking of the public toilet, remained constantly pressed against the killer's face.

To ensure even application, Feng Nan thoughtfully kept rotating the mop.

Let the fragrant scent of the mop shine even brighter on the assassin's face.

The assassin was nauseated by the fumes and kept retching, but he couldn't refuse Feng Nan's kindness.

Seeing this, Ye Wanwan smiled.

He thought to himself that Feng Nan was a clever fellow.

Seeing the assassin retreat to her side, Ye Wanwan didn't hold back. She swept her leg and kicked the assassin hard in the leg. The assassin staggered and fell backward to the ground.

at the same time!

Dang clang——

The assassin's dagger flew out of his hand.

It fell to the ground.

Feng Nan reacted quickly, immediately waving the mop in her hand and sweeping it towards the dagger.

He swept the dagger aside.

The assassin was indeed professionally trained; his reaction speed was excellent.

Even when falling backward, it was still able to react and protect its head.

After falling, he immediately sprang back to his feet with a somersault.

Before the assassin could regain his footing, Ye Wanwan rushed forward and engaged him in combat once again.

Seeing this, Feng Nan couldn't get involved, so she simply threw down the mop and ran to pick up the dagger she had swept away.

vomit--

Feng Nan bent down to pick up the dagger, and a strong smell of feces hit her in the face, making her almost vomit.

Feng Nan knew that the situation was critical and this was not the time to be sentimental. She gritted her teeth, suppressed her nausea, and picked up the dagger that smelled like feces.

"It's over, it's over..."

"This hand is useless..."

Feng Nan shook his head and smiled bitterly.

He gripped the dagger in reverse and looked at the assassin.

A ruthless glint flashed in his eyes.

"It's not like I haven't killed people before!"

"One more won't make a difference!"

Feng Nan mentally encouraged herself.

He charged at the assassin, dagger in hand.

At the same time, Ye Wanwan feinted, fooling the assassin, and kicked him in the stomach.

The assassin, in pain, staggered backward.

Seeing this, Feng Nan gritted her teeth.

He grabbed the dagger and charged at it.

puff-

The sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh could be heard.

In an instant, blood splattered everywhere.

Feng Nan plunged the dagger in her hand deep into the assassin's lower back.

The assassin groaned, as if he could hear the sound of his own kidney being shattered.

Despite the excruciating pain in his lower back, the assassin delivered an elbow strike towards Feng Nan behind him.

Almost instinctively, Feng Nan pulled out the dagger and stabbed it hard into the assassin's lower back again.

Feeling pain again, the assassin lost his composure and his elbow swept across Feng Nan's scalp.

Feng Nan felt a sharp pain on her head. She then discovered that several strands of her hair had fallen out.

Feng Nan was furious. She was already losing hair and was balder than others, and this heartless bastard dared to mess with her precious hair.

It’s tolerable, it’s unbearable!

To get revenge on his precious hair.

Feng Nan immediately drew his dagger.

He stabbed the assassin repeatedly in the lower back.

puff puff-

He poked it several times in a row.

They knew that blood was flowing like rivers on the ground.

The assassin stopped resisting.

Ye Wanwan rushed over and grabbed the dagger in Feng Nan's hand: "Xiao Feng, stop stabbing. If you stab again, it will be excessive self-defense."

Upon hearing Ye Wanwan's words, Feng Nan seemed to wake from a dream and immediately released the dagger in his hand.

I don't know what happened to her just now.

He seemed to be possessed.

There was a voice in my head telling her.

"kill him!"

"Kill him quickly!"

Now, having been stopped by Ye Wanwan, Feng Nan, as if waking from a dream, felt a wave of fear wash over her.

That situation was too dangerous.

If Ye Wanwan hadn't stopped it in time...

She doesn't know how many more times she'll be stabbed.

Then it won't be just excessive self-defense anymore.

It could very well turn into intentional homicide.

“Sister Wanwan, I just…”

"I did not do it on purpose……"

"I……"

Feng Nan wanted to defend herself.

But I didn't know how to say it.

Seeing Feng Nan's anxious expression, Ye Wanwan felt a pang of heartache and pulled her into her arms.

"Feng Nan, don't be afraid."

"It's fine!"

"Your sister can testify that you didn't mean to kill him; you just wanted to stop the crime."

Ye Wanwan gently stroked Feng Nan's hair, softly comforting her.

Feng Nan then fell into Ye Wanwan's arms.

Actually, Feng Nan wasn't afraid at all.

She was even slightly excited.

Her only fear was whether she would go to jail.

If another assassin were to appear and give her another knife, Feng Nan would still dare to stab him to death.

The other party is a professionally trained assassin.

He is not an ordinary person.

No one can predict under what circumstances a professional assassin will lose their fighting ability; killing is the safest way to save oneself.

Feng Nan knew very well that in this situation...

Either the assassin dies, or she dies.

Feng Nan wouldn't even think about a killer in uniform.

She only has one life, she won't gamble!
While comforting Feng Nan, Ye Wanwan made a phone call.

Feng Nan listened quietly as several phone calls were made, including to the hospital's security department, the emergency room, Yueyang, and the detectives who had chased after Li Biao.

Feng Nan pretended to be frightened and huddled in Ye Wanwan's arms. At this moment, it wouldn't hurt to act a little helpless and innocent.

In order to avoid going to jail, Feng Nan felt it was necessary to put on an act and make herself look pitiful.

Soon a large group of people swarmed over.

The hospital emergency room staff frantically lifted the killer, who showed no obvious vital signs, onto a mobile hospital bed, performing first aid while pushing him towards the resuscitation room.

Seeing Feng Nan nestled in Ye Wanwan's arms, Li Biao walked over and patted Feng Nan's shoulder: "Little Feng, don't be afraid."

“I know you didn’t do it on purpose. You were trying to stop a crime. He’s a professionally trained killer and very dangerous. Your actions were extreme, but not entirely wrong.”

Feng Nan nodded: "Mm."

"I'm just afraid of going to jail."

Li Biao looked at the detective beside him: "Go and make a copy of the hospital's surveillance footage first, and while you're at it, go check the nurses' station on this floor. I suspect the nurse on duty tonight has been murdered."