The Art Education and Training Center was bustling with people during the lunch break.

In a slightly empty classroom, five figures with different clothing styles are gathering in front of the podium:

An idol-like trendy man wearing a casual suit and Martin boots, a hunchbacked college student wearing thick glasses, a stubbled uncle wearing sunglasses and wrapped in a black shabby coat, and a graceful lady wearing elegant attire with shawl hair.

And, leaning against the podium, facing the four people, was an elegant middle-aged teacher.

"The mission objectives and reward amounts are all here. You can take a look," the middle-aged teacher slowly distributed the envelopes to everyone's hands, adjusted his glasses, and said politely, "It's getting late. If you have any questions, you can ask.

I."

"Why are you so anxious to kill him?" The stubbled uncle wrapped in a shabby coat said in a low voice.

"Old dog, you know the rules, don't ask."

"Hey, Uncle Ying, stop being so nagging! At least tell us why you took this job."

The trendy man flipped up his carefully styled broken hair in front of his forehead and showed a posing smile that is standard for male Korean entertainment.

The middle-aged teacher looked at the four people in turn and focused on Chao Nan again. At the same time, he held up Jiang Qian's photo and said:

"He looks better than you."

The trendy boy's eyes shrank, his bright smile suddenly solidified on his face, and he immediately put on a jealous expression that he couldn't bear to see others being more handsome than him: "Damn it!"

The middle-aged teacher continued to look at the next person and wrote lightly:

"His dungeon performance is excellent. He has cleared S once, A twice, and an unsolvable dungeon. He is called a genius among geniuses."

"Unforgivable!"

The hunched-over college student wearing thick glasses has a distorted expression, and seems to have a strong resistance to the status of "genius".

Then, the middle-aged teacher looked at the stubbled uncle wearing sunglasses and wrapped in a black shabby coat:

"It is said that he tortured small animals."

The expression of the stubble-bearded uncle, wrapped in a shabby coat, suddenly became serious.

"Not only that, he seems to be biased against women. It is said that the peacock spider fell on him."

The middle-aged teacher finally looked at the sweet-looking Japanese lady wearing a pleated skirt and shawl hair, with regret on her face.

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The girl still maintained a gentle and demure smile, and answered politely and seriously: "I'm sure I'm going to do it."

"Okay, then we have reached a consensus."

The middle-aged teacher put his palms together and smiled.

"Sorry, I can't do it."

The stubbled uncle wrapped in a shabby coat put the envelope back on the podium, turned around and walked out.

The remaining few people seemed unmoved.

"Uncle Dog just came out of the "Children's Paradise" last month, right?"

The trendy man chuckled and said nonchalantly: "I heard that Qianlong didn't use it and broke the "Children's Paradise". Isn't that why he refused the order?"

"It's ridiculous. Don't use Qianlong. It's not just for a certain talent to crack the copy."

…

"Okay you guys, time is tight and the task is heavy. Get ready to work."

The middle-aged teacher sent several people away happily.

He picked up the teacup and returned to his office, placed the teacup on the solid wood desk, relaxed his shoulders, and casually said to the teaching assistant:

"Xiao Xu, is anyone absent from work today?"

"Oh~ Teacher Wang, there are no students absent today!"

"Not one?"

After the middle-aged teacher finished exercising, he returned to his desk and opened his notebook for daily records.

"Yeah, yes! Oh, by the way, the classmate who was always absent last month hasn't reported since the beginning of this month, and his parents didn't mention the renewal. He probably just stopped studying."

"Well, then cross out his name."

The middle-aged music teacher answered the teaching assistant in a relaxed tone, his eyes fixed on a name that had been crossed out.

He picked up a pen and added a new name under that name: Qianlong, don't use it.

"It's really unforgivable to skip school and miss work for two months..."

…

evening.

Official affiliated hospital, doctors' lounge in special care ward.

Jiang Qian is answering Ji Ming’s call:

"You mean to say that I stay in the hospital temporarily and keep my ears to the ground until a complete report is made?"

"Yes, but there won't be any medical assistance to you. They have already evacuated."

Ji Ming's voice came without any emotion:

"Starting from tonight, maybe from now on, there will be 'guests' visiting the hospital one after another, and their purpose is you - don't use it to assassinate Qianlong."

"But you don't need to be nervous, and you don't need to take action."

…

Jiang Qian listened to Ji Ming's instructions and looked through the glass window at the side door of the hospital near the special care ward.

There, a black van was slowly parking.

Jiang Qian's eyes followed the route of the van, and he agreed to Ji Ming's instructions: "Okay, minister. I'll wait for you to work. I'll listen to you."

…

On the black van, a bird's-eye view of the hospital was laid out, and eight men and women were making final deliberations and confirmations:

"Qianlong Wuyong is in this hospital. According to intelligence, he should be in the special care ward of this building. The specific location is unknown."

"He is accompanied by a master of powerful cards, the third and fourth son. You find an opportunity to hold her back..."

"Check whether the disguise props are damaged. After the fight, once your face is revealed, all witnesses will be shot to death! Is there any problem?"

"Understood, no problem!"

"no problem."

"Do it."

…

The door of the parked van suddenly opened, and a group of people carried out a stretcher noisily. The old man on the stretcher was dying, and the "children" who were helping to carry the stretcher walked in a hurry, with anxious expressions on their faces.

"Give way, give way!"

A group of people shouted and rushed in through the side door, ignoring the obstruction of the security guards and doormen, and ran straight to the special care ward!

"Wait, hey! The emergency room is not over there, you have to go through the main entrance!"

The security guards in the hospital shouted reminders from behind, but they couldn't catch up with this group of reckless patients' family members!

"Got it, let's pass it over from here!"

"Hey! You can't go in there!

"

"Please, please, my dad can't bear it anymore, please do it for your convenience!"

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The man who was running at the front carrying the stretcher and playing the role of the eldest son shouted back at the top of his lungs.

He was the leader who was coordinating the plan in the car just now. At this time, he was giving enthusiastic feedback, but there was already a sneer in his heart: Is this the official secret affiliated hospital? How weak...

"Split up the action ahead, be sure to confirm the target before taking action!"

"Know."

"clear."

Following the low-pitched order of the leading man, the eight people quickly changed their formations. The old man on the stretcher jumped up, and after landing, he sprinted to the front!

Four of them carried the empty stretcher and ran toward the main entrance, while the other three took a detour and ran to the side of the special care ward.

The whole process was coordinated very smoothly, showing that it had been practiced many times beforehand.

But just as the old man on the stretcher rushed out, a few "invisible" colorful feathers instantly cut through the air and hit the eyebrows of the eight intruders one after another.

The leading man's body froze and his steps suddenly stopped!

He didn't even see clearly where the thing that killed him came from, and he disappeared quietly.

"Plop", "Plop"...
To be continued...