Urban Immortal Cultivation Supreme

"Zhu Bufan, want to eat something?" Tang Qingcheng spoke up, showing a trace of joy between her brows as she saw Zhu Bufan awake.

The man named Xiaoying, seeing Zhu Bufan wake up without major issues, exchanged a few pleasantries with him and then left the hospital room hurriedly to report to his team leader that Zhu Bufan was safe and sound.

Stepping out of the hospital room, Xiaoying reached a corner and pulled out his cell phone to call his team leader Wu Fan!

"Hello! Captain ah! Zhu Bufan has woken up!"

…

Just then, a man pushing an IV cart, dressed in a white lab coat with a white mask on his face, in the guise of a doctor, opened the door of Zhu Bufan's hospital room and walked in.

"Here!" Tang Qingcheng handed over a bowl of porridge to Zhu Bufan.

At this moment, Zhu Bufan had already sat up, his injuries mostly healed.

"Is this how you treat me? I got hurt because of your dad, and you can't be a bit nicer to me? Besides, I'm your personal doctor whom you hired, and I got these injuries while working for your family. This should be considered a work injury. How can you, a female boss, be so cold to an injured employee? With such an icy demeanor, how am I supposed to eat porridge?" Zhu Bufan complained, although he was only pretending to be unsatisfied.

"How... how should I treat you better then?" Tang Qingcheng looked at Zhu Bufan somewhat speechlessly. However, her icy face softened quite a bit.

"Of course by feeding me the porridge! I'm injured, and I can't move my hands! And you still ask me to do it myself, do you even have a heart?" Zhu Bufan said, deliberately stretching out his hands with great effort, and even yelping in pain as he did so.

Tang Qingcheng rolled her eyes at Zhu Bufan; she clearly knew he was faking it, but she didn't mind and instead sat on the edge of the bed, ready to feed Zhu Bufan the porridge.

The doctor who entered glanced around, confirmed his target, then silently lifted the white cloth on the IV cart and took out a pistol he had prepared earlier.

Zhu Bufan took a sip of the porridge fed by Tang Qingcheng, and immediately felt something was off. Because just at that moment, Zhu Bufan caught a glimpse of a murderous look directed at him.

He immediately looked at the doctor who had come in with the IV!

A dark muzzle was aimed right at his head!

Zhu Bufan's heart chilled, and he inwardly exclaimed: "Oh mom!" Then, he lunged forward and knocked Tang Qingcheng to the ground.

Tang Qingcheng, not understanding what was happening and quite perplexed and annoyed as the porridge she was holding spilled all over her chest.

"Zhu Bufan, are you sick!"

"Bang..." A shot rang out.

Only then did Tang Qingcheng realize why Zhu Bufan did what he did. Someone was shooting, scaring her tremendously, leaving her speechless.

The shooting doctor was startled, not expecting Zhu Bufan to be so agile and dodging his shot. However, he didn't hesitate, turned the gun around, and fired two more shots in the direction where Zhu Bufan and Tang Qingcheng were laying on the ground.

"Bang... Bang..."

As Zhu Bufan quickly got up, lifting Tang Qingcheng and dodging to another direction, they avoided the deadly shots.

At this time, Xiaoying, who was outside making a call, heard the shots, uttered a quiet "Not good," and without even hanging up the phone, dashed toward Zhu Bufan's hospital room.

When Xiaoying arrived at the hospital room!

He saw a man in a white lab coat, dressed like a doctor, standing motionless, while Zhu Bufan was comforting the still somewhat frightened Tang Qingcheng as if nothing had happened.

"What happened, Zhu Bufan?" Xiaoying approached Zhu Bufan and asked.

"Nothing much, just an assassin trying to kill me!" Zhu Bufan replied.

Only then did Xiaoying notice the man in doctor's attire holding a pistol, ready to fire another shot, but he never got the chance, as he was now completely immobilized, with three Silver Needles stuck on his body, his expression filled with terror.

Xiaoying stepped forward, took the pistol from his hand, then pulled out handcuffs and secured his hands.

At this time, Zhu Bufan with a napkin in hand reached towards Tang Qingcheng's chest.

"What are you doing?" Tang Qingcheng anxiously watched Zhu Bufan.

"I'm cleaning it up for you! What else could I be doing!" Zhu Bufan said casually, "Come on, come!"

Tang Qingcheng smacked away Zhu Bufan's extended hand, "I can clean it myself!"

…

In a small, enclosed black room, the assassin's hands and feet were tied to a chair, and he was now sitting on top of it.

"Speak up! Who sent you?" Zhu Bufan stood in front of him and asked indifferently.

The assassin coldly glanced at Zhu Bufan, then lowered his head and said nothing.

Zhu Bufan nodded nonchalantly, then leaned against a table, crossed his legs, and leisurely pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and started smoking.

This small black room was arranged by Xiao Ying for Zhu Bufan, originally meant for Xiao Ying to help Zhu Bufan with the interrogation, but Zhu Bufan insisted on interrogating the assassin himself.

After blowing a perfect smoke ring, Zhu Bufan raised his eyebrow.

"So, not talking, huh! I know you have a strong professional ethic and won't reveal your employer. I understand that, but since you tried to kill me without telling me who wants me dead, I can only assume it was your own decision," Zhu Bufan said.

At this moment, the cigarette held between Zhu Bufan's fingernails had burned more than half.

"I think, for an assassin, such a face shouldn't be left intact, so..."

While speaking, Zhu Bufan pressed the cigarette that hadn't been finished directly onto the face of the assassin.

A sizzling sound echoed.

Immediately, the smell of roasting meat spread throughout the small black room, accompanied by the assassin's screams of agony.

"Still not ready to talk, huh! Seems like you're a tough guy too!" Zhu Bufan commented approvingly.

Even though the cigarette butt was burning on his face, causing immense pain, the assassin still did not utter a word.

"Good!"

Zhu Bufan pulled another cigarette from the pack, lit it, and took a puff. He again blew a perfect smoke ring.

"I think, to look fierce, an assassin's arm should bear some marks. How else can it reflect the job you guys do?"

Zhu Bufan spoke, not hesitating and acting decisively, pressing the cigarette butt right onto the assassin's right arm.

Immediately, another round of screams and the smell of roasted meat ensued.

Standing outside, Xiao Ying saw Zhu Bufan pressing the cigarette butt on the assassin's body, her eyelids twitched, not expecting Zhu Bufan to be so ruthless and decisive.

Even after being burned on the face and arm by cigarette butts, the assassin still didn't speak. His eyes, however, filled with fear as if he had seen a demon.

What Zhu Bufan did wasn't because he was cruel or ruthless, rather it was because he hated these assassins who would do anything for money, regardless of whether the target was old, a child, or a woman; as long as they were paid, they would carry it out. However, Zhu Bufan also admired these people for their strong professional ethics; they wouldn't easily betray their employer.

Then, Zhu Bufan pulled out another cigarette, keeping it in hand inverted for a while, not in a hurry to light it.

"To be a true assassin, you need to lack all humanity, all emotions, especially towards women, that's right, isn't it?" he said to the silent assassin.

"So, I'll help you!"

As he spoke, Zhu Bufan lit the cigarette.

This time, Zhu Bufan took a couple of deep drags, then, when the cigarette had almost burned down, he walked up to the assassin.

"I'll help you rid yourself of your emotions! No need to thank me."

After finishing, Zhu Bufan mercilessly stretched the cigarette butt towards the assassin's lower body and pulled down the assassin's trousers.

Seeing the cigarette butt approaching his lower body, the assassin panicked, his body writhing uncontrollably, his eyes revealing dread, his face filled with horror.

Feeling the searing heat from the cigarette butt nearing his lower body, the assassin could no longer bear it.

"I'll talk, I'll talk, it was Yang Feng who paid me to take your life!"

"Oh, him!" Zhu Bufan paused momentarily.

"Ah! Sorry, it slipped!"

Then, deafening screams filled the small black room.

Yes, Zhu Bufan had intentionally dropped the cigarette butt.

Outside, Xiao Ying touched her own pants reflexively, remembering how Zhu Bufan had burst Black Tiger's 'two eggs' at Iron Coffin Mountain. Now, seeing Zhu Bufan using a cigarette butt on someone else's privates, Xiao Ying shuddered unconsciously.