Everyone else is a trainer, but you are a swordsman?

"It's so boring."

Nishikawa Aoi crossed her arms, pouted, and whispered, "Every time I see you, you're asking for either a reward or a mission. Are you a mission robot?"

Of course, you can only ask for money openly after you accept the task.

With this in mind, Feng ignored her complaints and continued, "I thought what happened last night would make you very anxious. A quasi-king-level family can be destroyed at any time."

"Heh, this is just a small scene. If we can't sit still because of this, then the Xichuan family doesn't deserve to survive this long."

Nishikawa Aoi flicked her hair, showing a matter-of-fact expression, and said casually.

Feng's expression remained unchanged, and he thought to himself.

really!

The background of these big families is beyond the imagination of ordinary people. On the surface, the alliance is powerful and has the upper hand, but it may not cause much waves.

"Then why did you come to see me today?"

Feng asked again straight to the point.

"kill."

Nishikawa Aoi picked at her nails and spoke crisply.

She took out a list and a stack of information from her space bracelet and threw them on the table in front of Feng.

"These people are traitors. Just a few days after the Alliance declared war, they turned and threw themselves into the arms of the Alliance."

Nishikawa Aoi sneered, "They are just fools without vision. They don't know that the faster they throw, the faster they die."

After the alliance took the first step a few days ago, it is now the family's turn.

Since the alliance can make an example of someone to scare the others, why can't the family make an example of someone to scare the rest?

This back-and-forth battle has just begun...

Feng took the list and information, scanned it roughly, and found that most of these people were only at the elite level, and there were only two at the gym owner level.

He also saw in the information that there was a small force led by a museum owner and several elites, while the others were relatively "retail investors".

It seems that the people assigned to their group are only those traitors with weak strength. The strong ones may be dealt with by people from within the family themselves.

Moreover, the Nishikawa family was able to find and list the names so quickly. Feng absolutely did not believe that there were no undercover agents from them in the alliance. It was estimated that some departments had been infiltrated like a sieve.

"Assign yourselves to the team and do the killing. It doesn't matter who kills them. I just want them all dead."

Nishikawa Aoi took a sip of tea lightly. Her behavior was very dignified and her manners were very beautiful, but she said the cruelest words.

"can."

Feng nodded decisively and agreed, then said confidently, "But my team members need some mission funds."

He had already made up his mind that most of the work would have to be assigned to the team members to practice their assassination skills. As for the money... he could give them a little less as appropriate.

"You..."

Nishikawa Aoi immediately put down his teacup, shook his head, and speechlessly put his hand on his forehead. "I knew you would ask for money. Haha, what a realistic man."

Feng said nothing and just looked at her quietly.

Are you kidding? Who would work without money? If I had money, would I still come to you?

Whether it's your Nishikawa family or the alliance, I don't care who wants to fight whom. As long as the money is in place, I will take on any mission.

"Okay, this card contains 300 million Alliance Coins, and this is the cleansing incense you requested before. Is that enough for your expenses?"

Nishikawa Aoi took out incense and a bank card from her space bracelet, pushed them in front of Feng, and continued, "As for the debts owed to your team members that you mentioned last time, I will give them all after the mission is successful."

Under the influence of some force, although Nishikawa Aoi was reluctant, she complied with Feng's request, which made the latter exclaim in his heart, "How delicious."

……

After leaving the antique shop, Feng went to Zhuqing Street again.

It was autumn now, and a gust of wind blew, picking up the dust and flyers on the street. They swirled in the air like fallen leaves that had no control over themselves.

For well-known reasons, there are now fewer pedestrians on the streets, and the flashing neon lights on the streets have become confused, not knowing for whom they are shining.

Every time you walk, you will encounter police officers on duty, and occasionally you can hear the sounds of fighting, which is the good news that the police officers have "harvested".

On the deserted street, Feng finally came to the speaker cricket statue. Seeing that there was no one around, he erased his previous traces, hurriedly wrote the time, took a few steps back and left in a hurry.

When Feng returned to the dormitory and turned on the light, the first person he saw was Tan Xiaoshi.

It has been "imprisoned" in the shadow by the Shield Sword Monster, and finally it can come out to get some fresh air.

"Charcoal~"

Tan Xiaoshi gave a cheerful cry and threw himself into Feng's arms, rubbing his big head against his chest like a baby acting coquettishly to his mother.

"Good~"

Feng stroked Tan Xiaoshi's head, feeling its warmth.

"Also, you've worked hard, Shieldsword Monster."

Feng used his other hand to touch the tassel of the Shieldsword Monster comfortingly. It was also tired after a whole day of taking care of Feng's child, and it was mainly mentally exhausted.

The Shieldsword Monster rolled his eyes, revealing an expression that said, "I really can't do anything with you," and sank back into the shadows.

"Come, drink some Moo Moo milk. I'm going to cook for the Wind Fairy and Mamoora."

Feng patted the charcoal servant, put it down, and poured some milk into the small basin in front of it.

In the Pokémon battle class this afternoon, Magellar defeated all the classmates' Pokémon and reached level 30, gaining advanced strength.

So Feng now has to develop new Pokémon food.

However, ever since Ma'la and the wind fairy ate Feng's special elf food, their physical fitness has improved significantly.

During the battle, Magura's stamina, strength, and speed increased significantly, while Wind Fairy's stamina, special attack, and speed increased significantly.

"By the way, can I use the Shield Blade Monster to control a cultivator and have him do the work for me?"

An idea popped up in Feng's mind, and his hands gradually slowed down and finally stopped.

If he continues to research at this pace, it will take a long time for the whole team to eat nutritious Pokémon food. Gyarados, Ursagi, and Aegisblade are all eagerly waiting!

Moreover, if we use money to hire someone, not only will it be expensive, but the matter of the Shield Blade monster will also need to be kept secret, which is too troublesome. It is better to control one person and put an end to it all...

Once the thought arises, it is unstoppable like a tide.

The first person Feng thought of was naturally Mr. Zong Sheng in the school. However, although this old man was a cultivator, his strength was definitely not weak and it would not be easy to defeat him.

The person who can make food for gym leader-level Pokémon like Aegisblade and Ursa Major needs to be at least a high-level breeder. Where can we find such a person?