Chapter 108: Yun Feifei

At half past seven in the evening, the volunteers finally finished preparing the venue.
Those who had bought tickets began to enter one after another, taking their seats according to their ticket numbers.
Dozens of security guards hired by the charity organization maintained order, ensuring no one caused any trouble.
The convoy of superstar Yun Feifei entered the stadium from the rear, but word had it she was still in the dressing room backstage, preparing herself.
“Do you think, since our seats are so close to the stage, we might have a chance to get her autograph later?” Fang Zhujun suddenly asked.
“You’re a fan of Yun Feifei too?” Li An’an inquired with curiosity.
“Yes, even though I’m based in Europe, I love listening to her music the most. There’s something in her voice that always calms me down, no matter how big the trouble I face,” Fang Zhujun replied.
“I feel the same way. Why don’t we try to find her backstage and ask for her autograph?” Li An’an smiled.
“Really?” Fang Zhujun’s eyes lit up, excitement flashing across her face as she looked at Li An’an.
She had a feeling that Li An’an and Mo Han weren’t as simple as they appeared.
“Of course. Let’s go.” Li An’an nodded and led the way toward the backstage area.
She had already gotten familiar with Yun Feifei a few days prior. She herself wanted Feifei’s autograph, but had refrained, mindful of her own status.
But now, she could help Fang Zhujun get an autograph and perhaps get one for herself as well.
Some volunteers shook their heads when they saw Li An’an heading backstage to seek Yun Feifei’s autograph.
“I heard Yun Feifei absolutely hates people trying to use connections for autographs. I bet they won’t get one,” a girl said sourly.
“Definitely. Didn’t you hear about that rich kid who tried to sneak into Feifei’s dressing room? Her bodyguard broke his leg, and he had to publicly apologize to her online afterward,” someone nodded.
“In that case, those three probably won’t even get to see Feifei,” another girl commented.
Everyone began to chatter, their words tinged with schadenfreude and a touch of envy.
Earlier, during volunteer work, Li An’an and Fang Zhujun had stood out for their beauty, making others feel they were unreachable and impossible to befriend.
Just as the three walked toward the backstage area, Mo Han suddenly stopped.
“How interesting. At last, the assassin sent this time actually feels like one.”
Mo Han sensed a subtle killing intent directed at him.
Last time, Qin Changqing had hired a few worthless killers to assassinate him, whom he dispatched with ease.
He hadn’t yet found the time to deal with Qin Changqing, but it seemed Qin had sent a second batch of assassins.
“You two go ahead. I need to use the restroom,” Mo Han said to Li An’an.
“Alright.” Li An’an nodded, suspecting nothing, and continued toward the backstage area with Fang Zhujun.
Mo Han followed the source of the killing intent, moving slowly in its direction.

He headed toward an empty corner, and soon, a seemingly ordinary young man walked out of the restroom.
The man wore earphones as if listening to music, hands shoved in his pockets, a cigarette dangling from his lips, humming as he approached Mo Han.
Mo Han walked past him nonchalantly.
At the instant they passed each other, a fierce gleam flashed in the young man's eyes.
He swiftly pulled his hand from his pocket, producing a dagger that flashed as he stabbed at Mo Han’s vulnerable side.
Just as the assassin thought he had succeeded, a hand suddenly seized his wrist.
The young man’s face changed dramatically; although the dagger was about to pierce Mo Han, he abruptly withdrew his hand and bolted away.
He knew, judging by Mo Han’s lightning-fast reaction, he was no match for him.
“Since you’ve come, don’t even think of leaving!”
Mo Han snorted coldly and shot forward like lightning in the night.
As the assassin had only fled a few meters, Mo Han grabbed his shoulder.
The assassin’s face contorted in shock as he turned and punched at Mo Han’s face, faster even than the brothers of the Zuo family.
But to Mo Han, he was nothing.
Bang!
The assassin’s fist struck Mo Han’s, as if hitting steel; the pain left him unable to clench his hand.
Looking at his right hand, blood covered his knuckles, and several finger bones were broken.
Before he could react, Mo Han’s fist landed squarely on his face.
Crack!
His nose broke; the assassin felt dizzy and faint.
Still conscious, he realized his mission had failed and tried to bite down on the poison hidden in his teeth to end his life.
But Mo Han’s next punch hit his mouth before he could act, knocking out several teeth.
Instantly, his consciousness faded.
“Is this what the Sky Kill Organization has to offer?” Mo Han stared at the unconscious assassin lying on the ground, disappointed.
According to what he knew, the Sky Kill Organization was the world’s premier assassin group—if this was their standard, it was a letdown.
Seeing no one around, Mo Han lifted the assassin and threw him into a corner behind the restroom, then called Xu Jing, instructing him to bring two people to retrieve the assassin.
Finally, he tapped a few points on the assassin’s body to prevent him from waking suddenly.

He then washed his hands in the restroom and returned to the venue.
After wandering a bit, he found Li An’an and Fang Zhujun just as Yun Feifei had finished her first song.
The crowd roared like a tidal wave, testament to Yun Feifei’s immense popularity.
Boom!
A powerful beat thundered from the stage.
Yun Feifei let out a single shout, and the audience of tens of thousands responded in unison—their enthusiasm could only be described as blazing.
She sang and danced, her alluring figure, graceful moves, and mesmerizing voice adding fuel to the fire.
There was no denying Yun Feifei was a genius in the performing arts.
Or perhaps, she was a musical prodigy descended to the mortal world.
Her smile and dance captivated all, guiding her fans step by step toward the inferno of music.
Li An’an and Fang Zhujun swayed with the rhythm, waving their silver glow sticks, lips moving as they hummed along.
At that moment, Li An’an looked every bit the young girl chasing her idol, with not a hint of the executive about her.
Mo Han sat beside her, and only then did Li An’an notice him.
She glanced at him briefly, but soon sank back into the music.
“Thank you so much, friends, for coming tonight…”
In the blink of an eye, Yun Feifei had sung several songs, sweat streaming down her forehead.
Yet she didn’t wipe it away; her bright eyes sparkled with vitality, every gesture seemingly choreographed to delight, pulling at her fans’ hearts.
“Next, I’d like to invite a guest on stage to sing with me…” she said, scanning the audience.
“Pick me!”
“Pick me!”
Countless fans waved their glow sticks, eagerly volunteering.
But to everyone’s surprise, Yun Feifei’s gaze settled on Mo Han.