Urban All-Round Master-Chapter 1517 - 1551: Liu Ruyan Knows the Truth

Holy crap! What the heck is this!

Lin Zifeng, hiding in the back, was startled, thinking he’d been discovered by Saint Anna. He was so scared that he didn’t dare breathe heavily.

Meanwhile, Saint Anna’s mood seemed to gradually recover as she stared at her reflection in the mirror.

Even for such retired agents, no matter how good their psychological quality is, they still have the dignity of their elite agent status. Of course, agents are formidable, some even more terrifying than mercenaries.

They undergo inhuman training and perform tasks beyond common morality. In execution and task abilities, they are extraordinary.

Especially stunning female agents like Saint Anna are aces in the deck, often outperforming male agents in assignments.

Why, you ask? Because she’s a beauty, a calamity-level elf... 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

At this moment, Saint Anna submerged her face in the water to cool down, trying to clear her mind.

After unfastening the restraint on her chest, she began loosening the restraint below, causing the person hiding behind the bathtub to find even breathing a difficult task...

Sure enough...

Saint Anna’s bikini was freed as well, but all of this was right in Lin Zifeng’s sight; his throat started to feel dry and parched, and by the end, his eyes were filled with fiery lines...

Saint Anna’s figure was incredible, truly remarkable.

As she draped a towel over herself and prepared to step into the bathtub, she noticed the shower curtain in front of the bathtub gently swaying...

Immediately, Saint Anna’s green eyes widened directly.

Lin Zifeng also sensed Saint Anna’s abnormal mood outside, thinking he was doomed... Honestly, if Lin Zifeng wanted to see Saint Anna’s body, he could use his clairvoyance ability and didn’t need to hide here peeking...

Swish~

Saint Anna quickly ran out of the bathroom, grabbed her handgun, and coldly shouted toward the bathroom, "Come out! If you don’t, I’ll shoot you!"

In the United States, owning a gun isn’t illegal, even if you’re not an agent... As an agent, her gun is specially modified.

"..."

Lin Zifeng was speechless, activating his clairvoyance discovered Saint Anna standing less than five meters in front of him, holding a specially made small handgun for women, yet its power matched a Desert Eagle...

"If you don’t come out, don’t blame me for shooting heartlessly!"

Saint Anna’s gaze was fierce, her thumb already on the safety. She was confident that if he didn’t emerge, she’d ruthlessly blow his brains out!

"OK! I’m coming out."

No choice left...

If he didn’t come out now, and this crazy woman really shot him later, it wouldn’t be good, the hotel security system would be triggered, and eventually, the police would get involved...

When Saint Anna saw his appearance clearly, her eyes widened, and she felt awful all over...

"Uh-huh... The shower in my room is broken, I’m here borrowing yours to take a bath. Uh, I’m done now. I’ll be leaving. Goodbye..." Lin Zifeng shrugged, preparing to dash out.

"You..."

Saint Anna was dumbfounded, her mind blanking when she realized her shower had been completely seen by him?

"Heh heh..." Lin Zifeng knew better; standing here now would only mean confessing. Only a fool would do that.

"Ta-ta-ta..."

He quickly sprinted toward his room, leaving Saint Anna stunned, holding the gun, unsure of what to say...

.....

"Oh my gosh," fleeing from Saint Anna’s room, he leaned against the wall, touching his chest, feeling like he just survived a disaster...

Meanwhile, Saint Anna in the room must be racking her brain over what to think...

Over in Zhonghai City...

In the Huayu Group president’s office... Liu Ruyan was as usual, working silently. But as she reviewed the documents after finishing one, her cold and beautiful brows suddenly creased heavily, her pen stopping abruptly on the paper, piercing straight through.

She seemed to suddenly recall something...

"What’s going on? Why did I suddenly think of him?" Liu Ruyan’s brows furrowed heavily, her bright eyes complicated and searching. In that moment, she suddenly thought of Lin Zifeng!

Even she found it somewhat unbelievable. The relationship between the two had always been tense, and Liu Ruyan never particularly took to Lin Zifeng, so her subconsciousness felt a sense of discord about him...

But just as she was fully immersed in work, a terrifying thought suddenly popped into her mind.

Once upon a time, she had brushed by Death God, and she could never forget the faint smoky smell he carried; it was a scent that ordinary people couldn’t produce.

But her sense of smell told her Lin Zifeng had that scent too.

Initially, she thought he just habitually smoked, and that was normal. But thinking back, she realized that particular smell had indeed been on him before.

More importantly, when Lin Zifeng left the villa, she’d found a black outfit once worn by Death God in his room, something she didn’t expect to find there.

At the time, he explained he was merely a crazy fan of Death God, but with his personality, how could he idolize anyone?

Besides, he’d never mentioned anything regarding Death God, and a true fan would at least talk about his icon in everyday life.

Having lived with him for some time, she’d never heard him mention any Death God news at all... Is this fitting for a loyal fan-boy?

This brief recollection suddenly made Liu Ruyan remember something. Her heart cleared considerably.

If true, then, then...

Considering this, she dared not imagine further.

"Could he truly be linked with Death God?" Liu Ruyan was eager to know about Lin Zifeng. Prior she’d asked her close friend Nangong Bing, but Nangong Bing’s answers were too simple. So she left it uninvestigated. But this sudden thought made matters feel far too complex and mysterious.

"Why does my intuition tell me he’s so close to Death God?" Liu Ruyan pondered aloud.

Ever since she started obsessing over Death God, the poison was rooted deep, leading her mind to be clouded with his shadow.

"Yes! He surely is!"

Suddenly, Liu Ruyan stood up with a swoosh, feeling absolutely certain, with ninety percent likelihood, woman’s intuition and deduction...