Ningchuan Airport.

A person slowly walked out from the airport exit.

The way he walked was steady, and the distance of each step was almost as if it had been measured, extraordinarily precise.

This person wore a short-sleeved T-shirt, and the contour of the muscles on his arms was visually striking. An observant person could easily tell that he was no ordinary man, and not someone to provoke.

He wore glasses, making it impossible to see his eyes, but standing in front of him gave a feeling of being watched, as if someone was seeing through you completely from inside out, making you extremely uncomfortable.

Stranger still, although there were many people at the exit, and it was quite crowded, there was no one around him. It was as if people would rather be cramped together than walk beside him, as if walking with him was a matter of life and death.

Outside the exit, many people held up signs to welcome others.

People joyfully found their guests, chatting happily, and their luggage was taken by someone else.

This person scanned the crowd of people welcoming guests.

Very quickly, he saw a foreigner holding a sophisticated sign that had two characters of the Flame Country on it: Dongzi!

Upon seeing these characters, he immediately strode over.

Zhao Feiyang had received notice from above to pick up a man named Dongzi, so he came early, holding the sign high.

At this time, he saw someone coming towards him. He noted the man was tall, around 1.8 meters, walking briskly and directly towards him.

Zhao Feiyang was delighted and shouted, "Are you Dongzi?"

He could tell that the person in front of him was from the Flame Country, so he spoke in the Flame Country language.

The person ignored him, walked up, and snatched the sign from his hands, heading toward the restroom.

Zhao Feiyang was left dumbfounded, unsure of what was happening.

However, Zhao Feiyang was almost certain that this person should be the Dongzi he was supposed to pick up.

Thinking it over, Zhao Feiyang followed him.

After arriving at the restroom, the man pushed open a stall, then turned his head to Zhao Feiyang and said, "Do you have a lighter?"

"Yes!" Zhao Feiyang quickly pulled out his Zoop lighter.

The man took the lighter, tore off the sign, ignited it, and threw it into the toilet, pressing the flush button, washing it away.

Zhao Feiyang watched this scene with a strange expression, feeling that it was incredibly bizarre, not understanding the significance of the man's actions.

"These things absolutely cannot be left outside, let alone leaked!" the man said, striding out.

"No!" Zhao Feiyang found it odd, quickly following and asking, "Are you Mr. Dongzi?"

The man paused for a moment, "Yes, but in the Flame Country, you must call me Zheng Dongxu! Dongzi... is not something you can call me!"

"Uh!" Zhao Feiyang felt like his warm face had just been slapped with a cold, hard butt, almost suffocating him.

No choice, this task was assigned by the boss, after all.

Zhao Feiyang followed along, saying, "Let me help you with your luggage!"

Dongzi coldly replied, "No need, you're not safe!"

"Hiss!" The veins on Zhao Feiyang's face were about to pop out.

Why did he feel like he was just setting himself up to be slapped?

But Zhao Feiyang still had to endure it; after all, this was a task involving an important person.

"My car is this way, please follow me!" Once out of the lobby, Zhao Feiyang proactively led the way.

Dongzi quietly followed after rising, but the eyes hidden under his sunglasses were constantly scanning the surroundings, analyzing who was most suspicious, or who might make a move against him.

Soon, they arrived at the location where the car was parked. Zhao Feiyang unlocked the car and opened the back door for Dongzi.

Dongzi surveyed the surroundings and, once sure there was nothing notable, got into the car.

Zhao Feiyang closed the car door, sighed helplessly, then circled around to sit in the driver's seat.

As soon as he got in the car, he heard Dongzi ask, "Cell phone!"

"Oh!" Zhao Feiyang immediately remembered, yesterday his superior had instructed him to arrange a phone number and a phone, to be handed over to Dongzi.

Dongzi took the phone, turned it on, and since it was a new device, there were settings to adjust.

Once the setup was complete, Dongzi placed the phone on the seat beside him and said to Zhao Feiyang, "The box!"

"Oh! Here it is!" He recalled that yesterday, his boss had also directed him to retrieve a box from a warehouse, which was to be handed over to Dongzi.

Dongzi took the box, entered a password, and opened it.

Seeing the contents, Dongzi showed a satisfied expression.

In the next moment, Dongzi swiftly took out an item from the box and pressed it against Zhao Feiyang's neck.

Dongzi's movements were extremely fast and so rapid that it was unclear what he held, just a dark blur.

When Dongzi's action stopped at Zhao Feiyang's neck, it became clear—it was a knife, a black obsidian knife, gleaming sharply, leaving no doubt about its sharpness.

It was an obsidian knife, custom-made just for this purpose, incredibly sharp!

Zhao Feiyang, seeing the obsidian knife at his throat, his eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets, his whole body tensed up, feeling like he was about to wet himself.

"What... what do you want?" Zhao Feiyang felt he was going crazy, this was just a pick-up, how did it turn into this, "Are you really Mr. Dongzi?"

He thought that if he was picking up the correct person, this kind of thing would definitely not happen!

Now, with a knife at his throat, it could be nothing less than a robbery, right?

Someone who warranted being specially received by his boss, Luke Leonard, wouldn't need to resort to robbery, right?

Moreover, even if he were a thief, there'd be no need to rob the person meeting them at the airport!

With these thoughts, how was he supposed to proceed with his task?

So, Zhao Feiyang thought, he must have picked up the wrong person.

Dongzi coldly stared at Zhao Feiyang, his voice chilling to the bone as he said, "I ask, you answer, say even a word more, and I'll make a cut on your neck, just a light one, I enjoy the feel of a knife on the skin, I can hear the sound of the blade slicing through skin, especially with an obsidian knife, the sound it makes slicing is simply delightful! Yet, even a light cut might sever an artery..."

As the saying goes, learning from example, Dongzi's pre-interrogation psychological tactics were entirely learned from Yang Chen, embodying the essence.

Zhao Feiyang, hearing this, felt his heart almost collapsing.

He hadn't checked the luck calendar before going out today, to encounter such a maniac!

Undoubtedly, Dongzi's face had now been labeled as 'maniac' by Zhao Feiyang.