At four o'clock in the early morning, when people were sleeping their deepest, Chen Chen's door was silently pushed open.
Bullseye lightened his footsteps and crept forward. As a former professional assassin, he was able to suppress his presence and the sound of his movements to near perfection.
In the dim darkness, Bullseye vaguely saw a figure lying on the bed. With a flick of his wrist, he drew a sharp blade. Once close enough, he thrust it down viciously.
Rip—!
The blade plunged into Chen Chen's flesh, advancing with difficulty, as if cutting through tough rubber.
Chen Chen, who had been fast asleep, snapped his eyes open. Seeing a pitch-black figure beside his bed, he was so startled that he instinctively threw a punch.
Bullseye immediately sensed something was wrong the moment his blade landed.
This doesn't feel right—did I stab something strange?
Before he could think further, the person on the bed had already risen and swung a punch at him.
Feeling the sharp pressure of the incoming fist, Bullseye broke out in a cold sweat. His keen reflexes kicked in, and he executed a tactical backward lean, retreating several steps to narrowly avoid the strike.
Chen Chen leapt out of bed, rubbing his already healed throat, his anger surging.
If he hadn't possessed an immortal demonic body, he would've died in his sleep.
There are always traitors trying to kill me!
With that thought, his gaze turned icy as he locked onto Bullseye. Without another word, he launched a punch.
The straight jab was lightning-fast, so powerful it created a sonic boom in the air.
Bullseye raised his arm to counter.
Bang!
Their fists collided heavily. The shockwave from the impact whipped up a miniature tornado inside the small room.
Both men were forced back two steps.
In terms of raw strength, they were evenly matched.
Chen Chen frowned slightly. This assassin is strong—his physical power rivals my normal state, reaching the ton-level range. That's not something an ordinary person can achieve.
Could he be a mutant?
He spoke up immediately.
"Who sent you? I don't recall offending an assassin of your caliber recently."
Bullseye held the blade horizontally across his chest and sneered.
"Black Mamba Bar. Was it you who wiped it out?"
So it was because of the bar he had robbed not long ago.
Chen Chen suddenly understood—but then his brow tightened.
That's not right. I was disguised at the time. How was my identity exposed?
Still, he admitted it calmly.
"It was me. But my appearance back then was very different from now. How did you find me?"
Bullseye sneered coldly.
"I don't need to find you. I just need to kill every suspicious person. If you want to blame someone, blame Kingpin."
Chen Chen's mouth twitched.
He hadn't expected Black Mamba Bar to belong to Kingpin—the underground emperor of New York.
That was no small-time figure. In some Marvel parallel universes, Kingpin had even successfully killed Spider-Man.
But Chen Chen didn't take it to heart.
He wasn't Spider-Man—and he wouldn't be killed so easily.
"In that case," Chen Chen said coldly, "there's no need for courtesy. I'll kill you first, then send Kingpin down to keep you company."
Bullseye's eyes flashed with fury.
"Insolent! Don't think a bit of strength gives you the right to provoke me!"
He had absolute confidence in himself.
Battle-hardened, immensely powerful, highly experienced, and possessing formidable combat skills—in his eyes, Chen Chen's movements were clumsy, nothing more than brute force without technique.
Bullseye raised his leg and kicked.
Chen Chen slid sideways to evade, then immediately countered with a punch.
Bullseye blocked the strike with one arm, using offense as defense, while the other hand drove the blade toward Chen Chen's chest.
If Chen Chen continued attacking, the knife would easily pierce his heart.
If he dodged, Bullseye could shift his strike and slash Chen Chen's extended arm.
Either way, Bullseye would gain the advantage.
Chen Chen didn't hesitate.
He threw his other fist straight toward Bullseye's chest.
Bullseye felt a surge of delight.
Trading lives? Forcing me to retreat? Don't be ridiculous.
I'll pierce your heart before your punch reaches me.
Clang!
Just before the blade could penetrate—
"Potential Activation!"
Chen Chen's body suddenly expanded.
His defense and strength skyrocketed simultaneously.
The enhanced defense caused the dagger to stop against his chest with a metallic clash, while his punch accelerated violently, smashing forward.
"How is this possible?! You're a mutant!"
Bullseye's pupils shrank in shock. He had no time to think—only enough to cross an arm in front of his chest.
The next instant, it felt as if a speeding truck had slammed into him.
His blocking arm shattered instantly.
Boom!
Bullseye was sent flying.
The terrifying force smashed him through a wall, hurling him into the street outside the hotel. He rolled more than ten meters before barely coming to a stop.
Chen Chen jumped down through the broken wall, looking at the blood-spewing Bullseye with disdain.
Calmly, he said, "You're one of Kingpin's men, and you're this strong—you're clearly not a nobody. If I'm not mistaken, you're Bullseye, Kingpin's most prized assassin."
Bullseye's eyes were filled with hatred.
He could clearly feel it—Chen Chen's punch had not only destroyed one of his arms, but shattered countless ribs as well.
Bullseye tried to speak, but all that came out was a mouthful of blood.
Chen Chen slowly approached.
"Living like this is painful," he said lightly. "Why don't I put you out of your misery?"
His voice carried boundless killing intent.
Anyone who dared to offend him—would die.
Seeing Chen Chen draw closer, Bullseye's eyes burned crimson.
"DIE!!"
With ruthless resolve, he clenched his teeth and shattered them all—then spat them out!
Blood-soaked teeth tore through the air, leaving streaks of crimson behind.
Bullseye's greatest strength wasn't his combat skill or assassination techniques—
It was his inhuman throwing ability.
He had killed with playing cards.
He had killed with paper airplanes from over a hundred meters away.
And his proudest feat—
Using the hardest part of the human body, his teeth, to pierce an enemy's skull in a moment of desperation.
At this distance, the teeth he fired were no weaker than bullets.
Bullseye was confident he could kill Chen Chen.
Even if I die—I'll drag you to hell with me!
Chen Chen calmly raised his arm as the teeth closed in.
Ding! Ding! Clang!
A shower of sparks erupted.
The bullet-like teeth struck Chen Chen's arm, leaving only faint white marks—which vanished in the blink of an eye as his body regenerated.