Chapter 133: Do You Need My Help?

Ling Zhaixing's hand gripping the chopsticks tightened sharply, and her Pupils instantly contracted.

She quickly scanned the surroundings.

Only a few scattered diners were around, seemingly no abnormality, but Jiang Feng's appearance still set off alarm bells in her mind.

"Sir, you must have mistaken me, right?"

She quickly reined in her emotions, resumed that fragile demeanor, her eyes slightly reddened, and her voice carried a hint of grievance.

"I don't know who this Ling Zhaixing you speak of is... perhaps you've mistaken me?"

As she spoke, she silently shifted her Foot.

Her body leaned forward slightly, appearing to approach Jiang Feng to explain, but in fact she was seeking a chance to flee.

The man before her could recognize her true identity at a glance, certainly not simple, and she could not take him lightly.

Jiang Feng lifted the white boiled water on the Table, took a gentle sip, his face bearing a playful Laughter.

"Miss Ling, why pretend to me? Just now so many people were hunting you, and now you tell me you don't know?"

Ling Zhaixing forced a calm demeanor.

"Sir, I can't understand any of what you say... I'm just an ordinary girl who came to Jiangcheng for work, recently tangled with a few bad guys, forced to hide, and if you continue like this, I will have to call the police."

"Call the police?"

Jiang Feng smiled, set down the cup, his gaze sharp as he looked at her.

"With all your abilities, even a Grandmaster could inadvertently step on your path; why pretend to be fragile before me?"

His words were like a knife, directly piercing Ling Zhaixing's façade.

Ling Zhaixing felt a Gasp— in her heart.

The man before her not only knew her identity but also saw through her strength; it seemed impossible to bluff through today.

At that moment, the noodle stall owner carried out a steaming bowl of beef noodles, shouting.

"Girl, your beef noodles are ready! Added extra chilies, eat while hot!"

Ling Zhaixing's eyes flickered, and as the owner placed the noodles on the Table, she suddenly raised her hand.

She flicked from her sleeve a handful of pale green powder, sprinkling it toward Jiang Feng's face.

The powder carried a pungent odor, clearly Poison.

Her movement was as fast as lightning; after scattering the Poison powder, her body suddenly leaned back.

Using the Table as cover, her figure darted out like a raccoon, sprinting toward the Xiao Xiangzi behind the stall.

Jiang Feng's expression remained unchanged; he simply lifted his hand lightly, and an invisible gust of air spread from his palm.

The pale green Poison powder was instantly blown apart.

It landed on the Ground, emitting a sizzle, and the Ground was even corroded into tiny pits.

He watched Ling Zhaixing's disappearing back in the Xiao Xiangzi, and did not immediately pursue.

He simply picked up the chopsticks on the Table, took a bite of noodles, his Tone flat.

"Owner, this noodle tastes good, just a bit spicy."

The noodle stall owner stared dumbfounded at him, then glanced at the corroded marks on the Ground, taking ages to recover.

Jiang Feng slowly finished the noodles, paid, and then leisurely walked toward the Xiao Xiangzi.

He was not in a hurry to chase Ling Zhaixing.

He was certain Ling Zhaixing wouldn't run far, after all she remained within that group's Scope of pursuit.

Nevertheless, he was curious; with Ling Zhaixing's strength, that group should not be able to catch her.

But Jiang Feng keenly sensed that, no matter how Ling Zhaixing ran, that group could always keep up.

Meanwhile, Ling Zhaixing burst out of the Xiao Xiangzi, running toward Chengjiao.

Her Lightness Skill was indeed superb; after a few leaps she was already near Chengjiao.

Yet at that moment, she felt a powerful aura rush toward her, making her instantly halt her Foot, her face turning deathly pale.

Not far away, a dozen or so black‑clad warriors stood.

Leading them was a tall middle‑aged man, dressed in a black Tang Suit, hair meticulously combed, his eyes cloudy yet exuding a domineering pressure.

The warriors behind him each had refined aura, all possessing Fifth Rank or higher strength, forming a tight Circle that blocked Ling Zhaixing solidly.

"Ling Zhaixing, run! Why have you stopped running?"

Hong Tianyang's mouth corner lifted a Cold Smile, his Tone thick with sarcasm.

"You think that with this little Lightness Skill you can escape my palm? Too naive."

Ling Zhaixing clenched the short dagger hidden in her sleeve, her eyes vigilant as she stared at Hong Tianyang, cold sweat already seeping down her back.

She knew clearly that Hong Tianyang was a top Grandmaster, and she was no match.

If not for that, she wouldn't have been chased to this extent.

"Hong Tianyang, don't press me too far!"

Ling Zhaixing bit her teeth, her Tone bearing a hint of stubbornness.

"The Tiger Talisman is not on me; even if you kill me, you won't get it!"

"Not on you?"

Hong Tianyang sneered, stepped forward, his Grandmaster aura instantly erupted, pressing Ling Zhaixing's chest, making it hard to breathe.

"You think the Tiger Talisman is not on you? How did we trace your tracks?"

Those words caused Ling Zhaixing's complexion to change dramatically.

No wonder she used various methods, fleeing from Nanjiang to Jiangcheng, yet could never shake this group; the Tiger Talisman indeed had issues.

"I'll give you one more chance: hand over the Tiger Talisman, and I may spare your life; otherwise, today is your death!"

The warriors behind him also advanced, their weapons flashing coldly, murderous aura surging.

Ling Zhaixing knows that trying to be good today is impossible.

She takes a deep breath, suddenly yanks off her coat. Inside, there are several silver needles hidden.

She flicks her wrist, and the silver needles rain down like a storm toward Hong Tianyang and the surrounding warriors.

At the same time her figure flickers, dashing toward the weakest spot of the encircling Circle, hoping to break through.

"Petty insect trick!"

Hong Tianyang snorts disdainfully, raises his hand and swings.

An invisible wave of air spreads out, shaking all the silver needles away.

Then he thrusts his hand straight, reaching for Ling Zhaixing's back heart, moving so fast that only a afterimage remains.

Ling Zhaixing's Lightness Skill is indeed superb; she swiftly sidesteps, evading the grab.

Her toes touch a point on the ground, her body leaps into the air, trying to fly over the warriors' heads to escape.

But Hong Tianyang had prepared, his figure flashes, instantly appearing before her.

His palm, bearing heavy Inner Force, slaps toward her chest.

"Get down!"

"Bang!"

Ling Zhaixing doesn't even have time to dodge, and this palm hits her chest solidly.

A mouthful of fresh blood spurts out instantly, her body flies backward like a kite with its string cut, crashing heavily onto the ground.

She struggles to get up, but a piercing pain radiates from her chest, her Inner Force is chaotic, and she cannot muster any strength.

Hong Tianyang steps forward step by step to her, looking down from above, his eyes filled with coldness.

"One last time, where is the Tiger Talisman?"

Ling Zhaixing lies prone on the ground, blood constantly oozes from her mouth corner, her eyes filled with Despair.

She knows that she will certainly die today.

Hong Tianyang will not let her go, and the mastermind behind it will not let her live either.

She clenches her fist tightly, her heart full of unwillingness yet helpless, she can only close her eyes and await death's arrival.

"Hmph, even as death approaches you're still so stubborn, then I'll end your life!"

Just as Hong Tianyang lifts his palm, preparing to kill her with a single slap.

A voice with a hint of amusement suddenly comes from the factory entrance.

"Hey, mister, bullying a girl, that's not very nice, right?"

Hong Tianyang's movement suddenly halts, he turns his head toward the entrance.

Jiang Feng has both hands in his pockets, standing there leisurely.

Ling Zhaixing also suddenly opens her eyes, and the moment she sees Jiang Feng, her gaze is full of surprise and confusion.

How did he get here?

Hong Tianyang furrows his brows, his eyes full of displeasure.

"What kind of person are you? Dare to meddle in my private affairs?"

Jiang Feng ignores him, walks to Ling Zhaixing's front, a smile curling at his mouth corner.

"Miss Ling. How about it, need me to give you a hand?"