This Hitman Is a Bit Cold

Ye Feng sat near the back of the bus, boredom etched across his face as he gazed out the window. Though the bus wasn’t exactly crowded, every seat was occupied. Suddenly, a graceful figure by the window in the middle row caught his eye.

“Even her back is beautiful—she must be stunning.”

Behind her, on the two seats, sat a plump man and a skinny one, their eyes fixed on the woman as well.

The bus stopped at a station. Only two or three people were waiting. Just as Ye Feng was savoring the view, an elderly man with streaks of white hair boarded and blocked his line of sight.

The moment the old man stepped onto the bus, the young people seated all buried themselves in their phones or turned their heads to look outside, a trace of displeasure showing on the old man’s face.

“Ah!” The old man sighed heavily. “Young people these days have no respect for their elders!”

He suddenly noticed Ye Feng, who was staring at him.

“There are still sensible young people these days,” he thought.

But just as he considered walking over, he realized this young man had no intention of giving up his seat.

“You old fool, blocking my view of the beauty and still expecting me to give up my seat for you.” Rage flickered in Ye Feng’s eyes.

The old man shook his head and shot Ye Feng a glare. In truth, Ye Feng didn’t really mind giving up his seat—it was just that the old man looked perfectly healthy.

Seeing that no one was offering him a seat, the old man ended up standing beside the beautiful woman. She became his new target.

“Y