Peach Blossom Unmatched

Somewhere in the Pacific Ocean, on a small island. Dozens of high-power jamming devices were deployed beneath the sea surface within a radius of dozens of nautical miles. Even the most advanced spy satellites couldn't detect the island's existence. Hidden under the cover of rocks and trees was a fully functional underground facility. Apart from a few office areas and personnel quarters, most of the space was used as training grounds. People of different ages and ethnicities were sweating profusely under the watchful, frosty gazes of their instructors. Boom... A violent explosion erupted, and towering flames dyed the sea surface red. It was immediately followed by a series of even more intense blasts. The structure hidden beneath the reef was blown sky-high. There were no screams— the explosion had happened so suddenly that no one had time to react. The entire island was almost reduced to rubble. Half an hour later, a man crawled out of the ruins in the southeast corner, swearing: "You won't give me freedom? Then I'll take all of you down with me!" ... Finally, he set foot on his long-lost homeland. Qin Feng's heart swelled with excitement, even though this scene had played out in his mind thousands of times before. On his fifth birthday, he had been abducted by several black-clad men from an amusement park. Fifteen years had passed since that day. The young boy had been taken to a place called Death Island, where he endured over a decade of hellish training to become a qualified, cold-blooded killer. He made his debut at the age of 18, and within two years, he successfully completed three SSS-level missions. In the killer world, he was known as "Feng the Demon". The moment he stepped onto his homeland, he realized that finding his long-lost home based on childhood memories was impossible. For everything had changed beyond recognition. In his memory, Zhongyuan City had been nothing but a shabby small provincial capital back then. Now, it had transformed into a bustling metropolis. Skyscrapers lined the streets, roads crisscrossed in all directions, and the streams of vehicles and pedestrians all testified to the fast-paced life here. During the past two years as a killer, he had gained a modicum of personal freedom, yet he had never dared to contact his family in his motherland. He knew full well that even when he was on missions, the organization would send people to monitor him closely. Nothing could escape their sight. If he ever tried to reach out— even if it was just searching for information about his family online— it would bring catastrophic disaster upon them. The organization had strict rules regarding this. Relying solely on fragmented memories and after asking around, he boarded a bus heading to his destination. He chose to take the bus in the hope of finding a trace of familiarity amid the strangeness. The bus was quite crowded. After boarding, he instinctively made his way to the back of the carriage. His eyes were drawn to a beautiful woman. She was dressed in professional attire: a white shirt with tasseled collars, paired with a coffee-colored midi skirt. Her slender legs, covered in black stockings, ended in crystal-studded high-heeled sandals. The girl had her hair tied up in a neat ponytail. Beneath her smooth forehead were a pair of incredibly pure eyes, a straight nose with a slightly upturned tip, and a pair of thin, cherry-like lips above a pointed chin. One of her fair, delicate hands gripped the pole near the rear door. She exuded an air of innocence. It was obvious that she must have just graduated from college and hadn't yet been tainted by the messiness of society. A middle-aged man in his forties had boarded the bus with Qin Feng. When he saw the beautiful woman, his shifty eyes immediately lit up. Qin Feng could honestly say that while both of them were looking at the woman, he was doing so with an appreciative gaze. The middle-aged man, however, was a different story. He had been walking behind Qin Feng, but he quickly pushed his way to the front. He grabbed the pole and subtly inched closer to the woman. "It's only natural for people to be drawn to beauty and want to get closer to a pretty woman. There's nothing wrong with that," Qin Feng thought to himself. As the bus started moving, the man lifted his arm. With the slight swaying of the vehicle, his arm seemed to "accidentally" brush against the woman's chest. The woman noticed and moved to stand diagonally behind him. Under normal circumstances, a p*****t would stop at this point— having been noticed, they would know when to quit. But this man simply shifted his position as well. He tucked his arm into his waist, but in reality, he held it at the same height as the woman's chest. Taking advantage of the bus's movements, he continued to grope her. "Damn, this guy's a pro," Qin Feng thought. He almost wanted to give the man a thumbs-up— for all the wrong reasons. Most perverts would stop once they were found out, but this man not only refused to give up, he also mastered the perfect position and angle. He was clearly an old hand at this. The woman was annoyed, yet she didn't have the courage to resist. She had already retreated as far as she could, and tears of anxiety were starting to well up in her eyes. The man showed no sign of stopping; instead, he grew bolder. Several other passengers had noticed what was happening, but they deliberately averted their gazes and pretended not to see. Some felt sorry for the beautiful girl being harassed, but their sympathy didn't lead them to intervene. "Damn it!" Qin Feng's anger flared up. He had always thought that the people of his country had good moral character, unlike those "Japanese dogs" who were notorious for being perverts on buses and subways. He never expected to witness such a disgusting scene right before his eyes. As someone who had been longing to return to his motherland for fifteen years, how could he not be furious to encounter such a thing the moment he set foot on his homeland? His anger turned to rage when he saw the tears in the girl's eyes. He took two steps forward, swung his arm back, and slapped the man hard across the face. Slap... The lecherous look on the middle-aged man's face twisted in pain. The hand that had been groping instinctively pulled back. He had never expected anyone to interfere. The reason he had been so brazen was that he had observed the other passengers' indifference— it was that indifference that had emboldened him. Caught off guard by this unexpected intervention, the man glared angrily and snapped: "Why did you hit me?" He even rolled up his sleeves, as if preparing to fight back. "People need to know their limits. You were groping her, and now you're acting like you're in the right? It seems one slap wasn't enough to knock sense into you," Qin Feng thought. Instead of answering, he kicked the man. The man stumbled back several steps. If the people sitting in the back row hadn't pushed him, he would have fallen flat on the floor. Qin Feng snorted and asked: "Any more questions?" The man knew he had run into someone tough. He realized that if he insisted on picking a fight, he would be the one to suffer. So he said nothing. He turned his back to Qin Feng and the woman, bent over, and clutched his stomach in pain. The woman gave Qin Feng a grateful smile: "Thank you!" "No need to thank me. This is what any Chinese person would do!" Qin Feng said, deliberately casting a disdainful glance at those who had chosen to ignore what was happening earlier. Those people all lowered their heads in embarrassment.