The man's ID and information are not visible. Generally speaking, only professional assassins can "anonymize" after accepting a job. Only after he has completed the job or the mission deadline has passed can others see his identity.

Feng Guang didn't care whether he was an assassin or not, and shouted, "Hey, I saw this squirrel first, it's mine!"

“But it’s in my hands now.” His voice was low and husky, just like the gloomy feeling he gave off.

"You stole it! I knocked that squirrel unconscious!"

"evidence."

"You..." There's no one else here, and the tool she used to knock out the squirrel was just a pebble. Where is she going to find evidence for him? "Don't try to argue. Think about it yourself. If I hadn't knocked the squirrel out beforehand, would it have been so easy for you to catch it?"

There is a Chinese idiom called "waiting for a rabbit to bump into a tree stump".

"Would it run into a tree like a rabbit and knock itself unconscious?!"

"A reasonable explanation."

Feng Guang puffed out his cheeks, "You're deliberately going against me!"

"Seeing through the truth so quickly, it seems Miss Xia isn't as stupid as the rumors suggest."

Feng Guang's heart skipped a beat, and she took a step back warily. "What did you say, Miss Xia?"

He raised his thin lips slightly, then said in a nasty tone, "Xia Fengguang, the heiress of the Xia Group."

"Who exactly are you? How do you know my true identity?" Feng Guang remained calm, her cold, beautiful eyes fixed on the man before her, secretly on guard.

The man didn't seem to care, and said in an almost ethereal tone, "If I wanted to, I could know everything about everyone in the world."

"Then tell me, who was the nanny who took care of me when I was ten years old? How old is she now? Where does she live?"

"Lin Xiu, forty-seven, lives in the Xia family villa," the man replied quickly. "She's still your nanny."

He was absolutely right. Feng Guang was astonished. "Wow! You investigated so thoroughly. Explain yourself, are you secretly in love with me?"

She looked at him with utter disdain, as if he were a perverted stalker, which made the man's brow twitch under his hood. "Even if every woman in the world died, I would never have a crush on you."

"So you like men?" Feng Guang covered her mouth and took a step back, her eyes filled with even more blatant disgust.

The man was silent for a moment, then said, "Xia Fengguang, I'm here to warn you..."

"Are you trying to change the subject?" she interrupted him.

"I'm warning you, don't..."

"You're definitely trying to change the subject."

"...If you do it again..."

"Since you're changing the subject, then I guessed right." She interrupted him again without any mercy. "Either you have a crush on me, or you like men. Tsk tsk, trying to get my attention this way, your methods are too low."

"Shut up!" The man, unable to contain himself any longer, raised his voice in a fit of rage.

Fengguang blinked, as if he was genuinely frightened.

The man took a deep breath and regained his calm demeanor, as if he wasn't the one who had just been so angry he was about to roar. "Xia Fengguang, I'm warning you, don't mess with people you shouldn't mess with again, or I'll make you suffer even more than you are now."

He spoke very quickly this time.

Feng Guang remained silent, his dark eyes revealing a cryptic expression.

The man chuckled with a satisfied, mocking tone, and turned to leave with a flourish, when suddenly he heard the woman behind him say in a clear, melodious voice, "Am I that miserable right now?"

The man paused in his steps.

Her tone was blank; it wasn't feigned, but she genuinely didn't understand why she was in such a miserable situation.