This target couldn't have been chosen casually; he's a kind-hearted person and wouldn't just target a passerby.

As he walked, he suddenly stopped, staring at what was happening not far away, his eyes gleaming.

"Hurry up, if you know what's good for you, don't force me to take action. Where's this month's protection money?"

A tall, burly thug stood in front of several vegetable vendors, holding a short stick and constantly threatening them.

Because he looked strong enough and had two henchmen following him, the vendors didn't dare to resist.

"No, brother, didn't we just pay the money ten days ago?"

"Then go find me from ten days ago, because I can't remember anything about it anyway."

"Hurry up, don't delay my meal, or I'll overturn your stall!"

After saying that, he kicked the vegetable basket next to him, and the eggplants inside rolled all over the ground.

"Alright, alright, sir, we'll pay you back."

"Wow, you found it so quickly! Is this what they call fate?"

The earlier riots were quite interesting.

He recognized the group of people who came to cause trouble; they were considered well-known thugs in the city.

The leader was called Zhang San, and there were others like Li Si and Wang Wu behind him.

They don't have any real skills, but they have a lot of people, they're unreasonable, they know how to pick on the weak, and they often invite a few officials to drink.

And so, no one will bother to deal with them.

"Such a good person! You just happen to have one life, while I'm missing a book. How could there be such a coincidence in this world?"

For Han Feiyu, this was not just a simple matter of stealing a manuscript.

Zhang San's identity offers some room for manipulation; he might even use it to fabricate a story...

"That's it, let's do it!"

He mingled in the crowd and watched as Zhang San and his companions received the money, after which the three parted ways at a fork in the road.

This time, Zhang San took the lion's share of the extortion, his two henchmen planned to gamble at a nearby pub, while Zhang San, the boss, went to drink.

Han Feiyu was right behind him, and as the number of passersby dwindled, he gradually approached.

Control your body as much as possible, without making a sound, without breathing, without making any noise.

"Whoosh..."

"Pfft..."

In the final dozen or so meters, Han Feiyu launched a surprise attack. The sound made Zhang San turn around, but it was too late.

His turn allowed Han Feiyu to adjust the direction of the dagger and plunge it into his heart.

Then, make two slashes on the gap to amplify the damage, while simultaneously using the pain to render the target unable to resist.

"Thump..."

After struggling for a moment, Zhang San's eyes widened and he fell to the ground. He knew he had offended many people, so he always carried a weapon with him.

Moreover, I am usually careful when walking alone and rarely walk at night.

But why would this guy come and kill someone in broad daylight, when he didn't even know him?

With many questions lingering, Zhang San lost consciousness, and his body twitched a few times.

"It's done. The next step is the final one."

Another murder. Perhaps out of habit, Han Feiyu felt nothing, simply placing one hand on Zhang San's body.

Having just died, with his body still warm, a peculiar power emanated from Han Feiyu's hand the moment it touched him.

"Crunch, crunch..."

Flesh, bones, and meridians were all twisted, and Zhang San's entire body seemed to be compressed, altered, and shrunk.

Finally, it turned into a book and appeared in Han Feiyu's hands.

Zhang San's Life as a Thug

This is the title of the book, and this is Han Feiyu's first original manuscript.

"It's finished. My first work. Although it's not particularly outstanding, it still has its own value."