Between the Atlantic and Caribbean Seas, on a small island located 64 kilometers east of Puerto Rico, part of the Lesser Antilles.

Locals simply refer to this island as Porto Island, with a tropical savanna climate and little noticeable seasonal temperature change throughout the year.

On a cliff edge of the island, a man dressed in sea blue trunks with long black hair cascading down his waist, looks leisurely as he gently strokes a pitch-black supernatural bracelet on his left arm, while fishing with a special rod.

Behind him stands a middle-aged man in a black suit, extremely respectful: "Mr. Death God, it failed, King Yan refused to join."

Death God, Lin Zifeng, the super King of Assassins who dominated the international underground Dark World a generation ago.

It's hard to believe that many years have passed, and he still maintains a youthful appearance.

He continues to touch the ancient Greek Demon Bracelet, his identity's symbolic representation, without a trace of displeasure.

"Not bad, full of character, just like me back in the day, haha." Death God Lin Zifeng laughed.

"Alright, continue investigating King Yan's identity, it's a test for you peripheral members."

"Remember, definitely make a good connection with King Yan, use all available resources to help him, after all, he's the next generation candidate. With Taboo not taking up Hall of Fame, I still have to hold this mess together."

"After waiting for so many years, finally there's a suitable successor, when I retire, I can finally travel the world with my wife and have all sorts of fun."

After saying this, Death God Lin Zifeng's eyes suddenly lit up: "Damn? Didn't I kill all the sharks here? Why is there still a big one? Little darling, tonight we're having shark fin soup."

With that, the dignified Death God leaped from the cliff, feeling the sea breeze on his face, a smile playing at his lips, as he descended, stepping on the sea surface, directly heading towards the nearby shark, plunging into the ocean.

A minute later, a person carried a shark killed with a single punch, laughing as they stepped back onto shore, heading towards the small forest, seemingly preparing to grill fish.

The middle-aged peripheral member in the black suit's eyelid twitched a few times, Death God is causing trouble here.

If the official entry qualification for the Hall of Fame Killer was known to the outside world, King Yan would definitely be hunted by a large group of people.

Because this qualification means entering the Hall of Fame Killer, translating to a death exemption in the assassin world, whoever kills King Yan automatically obtains this qualification.

Few outsiders know this information, but everyone who does is an expert among experts.

...

On the other side.

The morning sunlight is very bright.

Lin Hai accompanied Mengru as they walked towards the school.

"How's everything at school lately? Getting along well with classmates?"

Lin Hai asked jokingly, like a parent concerned about their child.

"Hmm, it's alright, I joined the school's Taekwondo club."

Lin Mengru's response surprised Lin Hai a bit.

"Going the tomboy route, huh?"

"Hehe" Lin Mengru was amused by these words, then said: "Brother Lin, I think, because I didn't have the ability to protect myself before, now I need to learn more."

"Oh, that's right." Lin Hai nodded, internally thinking, since his sister likes it, once he reveals his identity to her, he can find some top-notch experts to teach her personally, much stronger than the school's Taekwondo club.

"By the way, Brother Lin, do you want to check out the school's Taekwondo club with me? There are many strong seniors inside." Lin Mengru suggested.

"Sure, let's go see." Lin Hai eagerly agreed.

After turning seven or eight corners, they arrived at the Taekwondo club.

"Damn?"

Lin Hai saw many pretty girls inside, all dressed in uniformly white training uniforms, with small black belts tied around their waists.

Especially the girls' fierce high kicks made Lin Hai involuntarily remember Queen Qi's signature moves.

"Mengru, you're here." A young handsome guy walked over.

"Hello, Senior Wang, this is my big brother Lin Hai." Lin Mengru introduced with a smile.

After speaking, Lin Mengru turned to Lin Hai and said:

"Brother Lin, I'm going to change into my training uniform."

"Alright, I'll just look around."

"You're Mengru's brother? Her biological brother?"

Lin Hai scrutinized the young guy in front of him; despite wearing a training uniform, his muscular, sturdy build was evident, relatively strong among students.

"Are you a senior here?" Lin Hai asked with a smile.

Senior Wang nodded: "I'm Senior Wang, the vice-president of the Taekwondo club."

"Damn...I thought senior was an honorific." Lin Hai was speechless, the name seems to give him an advantage in school; even professors must call him 'senior.'

"Brother Lin, why don't you join our Taekwondo club too?" Senior Wang suddenly suggested.

Lin Hai showed a peculiar expression, puzzled: "I'm a social worker and you guys are from school, can I join?"

"You can, as long as Mengru vouches for you, and besides, your body is quite weak, you should strengthen yourself."

After speaking, Senior Wang intentionally flexed his biceps and squeezed his fist the size of a sandbag.

"Forget it, I'm busy working on the construction site every day, have no time, besides, no matter how strong the Martial Arts are, they're still afraid of knives." Lin Hai shook his head.

Senior Wang's eyes flashed a hint of anger.

If it weren't for wanting to find a way to get close to Lin Mengru, to eventually get a room together during college years, making life more pleasurable, he wouldn't bother talking to Lin Hai.

Especially during the conversation, it was revealed that Lin Hai is a labor worker.

His family in Yanjing is at least middle-class, there's a big gap between them and a labor worker.

The other party actually dared to refuse him.

Suddenly, his gaze involuntarily drifted towards the force meter, a smirk forming at the corner of his mouth.

"Brother Lin, I've heard that labor workers are physically very strong, why not have a contest?" Senior Wang proposed.

"Oh? Compete in what?" Lin Hai asked with a peculiar expression.

Compete in strength with him? In the international underground world of assassins, there's a saying: King Yan is invincible in melee at the same level.

Melee fights not only involve attack techniques, but also emphasize strength, speed, and agility.

This kid wants to compete with him in strength?

"There's a force meter over there, let's each punch it and see whose has the highest attack power." Senior Wang pointed at the force meter.

After speaking, he secretly rejoiced: "I can tell Mengru greatly admires her elder brother. If I can beat this labor worker, naturally it will establish a towering image in Mengru's mind."

"As for this labor worker, losing is just losing face, anyway, people like this are often bullied in reality, losing face doesn't matter."

While Senior Wang calculated internally, Lin Hai spoke up: "Alright, let's try then, I also want to see how much I can punch."

"Then, you go first?" Senior Wang deliberately raised his voice, drawing the attention of several students nearby.

"You go first, set a target for me." Lin Hai replied with a shy smile.

This expression made Senior Wang all the more confident.

"Great, I'll go first, just a demonstration for you."

After saying this, Senior Wang took a deep breath and suddenly punched, letting out a loud "ha."

The force meter displayed 230 kilograms.

Several students immediately cheered: "Awesome, Senior Wang is impressive!"

"No wonder he's the vice-president."

"Your turn." Senior Wang turned to look at Lin Hai.

"Oh."

Lin Hai walked up to the force meter, casually lifting his hand, and punched the force meter.