Chapter 568: Save My Grandfather!

Jiang Feng's gaze was cold and indifferent; he still had no questions.

Interrogations have never been his business.

He merely let out a cold laugh and said.

"I won't ask you any questions. In a moment, someone will ask you questions; I hope you'll cooperate enough!"

His voice was very cold, as cold as winter ice.

Each word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, carrying an undeniable pressure.

Qing Zhi knelt on the ground, drenched in blood, his body trembling continuously.

His left eye stared wide open, his gaze full of terror.

He didn't know to whom Jiang Feng would hand him over, but he knew that whoever received him, his fate would not be good.

Jiang Feng no longer looked at him, pulled a phone from his pocket, and dialed a number.

The phone rang once, and the other end answered.

"Hello Jiang Feng, how's the situation, have you found Qing Zhi?"

From the other end came Lu Xiao's voice, tinged with urgency.

Jiang Feng simply said three words lightly.

"All right."

Then he hung up, putting the phone back into his pocket.

He lifted his head, gazed at the distant night sky, his expression calm, his eyes deep.

He made no unnecessary movements.

He believed that with the forces Lu Xiao could now mobilize, it would be easy to locate his current position.

Qing Zhi knelt on the ground, drenched in blood, like a puddle of rotten mud.

He didn't know what this meant, but he could feel an invisible pressure pressing in from afar.

The night wind blew, carrying the wilderness's distinctive earthy scent.

Jiang Feng stood there, motionless, like a statue.

Time passed minute by minute.

Five minutes, ten minutes…

About fifteen minutes later, Jiang Feng suddenly heard a massive propeller sound.

Rumble!

Rumble!

The sound was loud, coming from afar, growing nearer.

Jiang Feng lifted his head, looking toward the sky.

In the night sky, a black silhouette flew in from the distance, getting closer and larger.

It was a military helicopter, its hull painted in camouflage.

A high‑power searchlight hung beneath its belly, a white beam sweeping across the night sky.

It finally fell on Jiang Feng and Qing Zhi.

The white light was dazzling, illuminating the surroundings brightly.

The helicopter circled the wilderness a few times before descending slowly.

The propeller‑generated gale blew the ground's weeds scattering, and the stones rolling everywhere.

Jiang Feng's clothes flapped noisily in the wind, yet his body remained motionless, as if rooted.

Qing Zhi lay on the ground, tossed about by the wind, but he no longer had the strength to struggle.

The helicopter landed on the nearby wilderness; the cabin doors opened, and a squad of hormone‑enhanced soldiers leapt straight out of the cabin.

They wore uniform combat gear, steel helmets, carried automatic rifles, moving in unison, well‑trained.

Their eyes were sharp, expressions stern, exuding a killing aura.

The soldiers quickly spread out, encircling Jiang Feng and Qing Zhi.

Their muzzles pointed at Qing Zhi, and at Jiang Feng as well.

But their gazes fell more on Qing Zhi, the blood‑soaked, barely‑alive man.

Immediately, a woman in dark combat attire stepped out of the cabin.

A golden star rested on her shoulder, the emblem of a One-Star War General.

Her hair was tied at the back of her head, features neat, eyes sharp, exuding a seasoned battlefield aura.

It was Lu Xiao.

She wore a well‑tailored War General combat suit, her waist straight, her stride steady and confident.

Lu Xiao stepped out of the helicopter, briskly walking to Jiang Feng.

She glanced at Jiang Feng, then at the kneeling Qing Zhi on the ground.

Then, her pupils snapped shut.

She had never seen Qing Zhi's face, but in the Dragon Group's intelligence files she had read descriptions of him.

Blue‑green pupils, a ferocious visage, exuding a chilling aura, he was the th on the Rogue List's top assassin.

But the person in front of them showed no sign of a Fierce Men List assassin.

He was half‑kneeling on the ground, drenched in blood, his human features unrecognizable.

Lu Xiao's mouth opened, her eyes widened, her gaze full of shock.

No matter what, he was still the th on the Rogue List!

The assassin ranked ninth on the Fierce Men List is a figure that gives the entire empire a headache.

Could someone like this be beaten by Jiang Feng into this condition?

Has Jiang Feng's strength already reached such a terrifying level?

Lu Xiao swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and the gaze at Jiang Feng grew more reverent.

Jiang Feng looked at her, his expression calm, and said lightly.

"Qingzhi is here."

He lifted his foot and, like kicking a ball, sent Qingzhi flying to Lu Xiao's front.

Qingzhi's body rolled twice on the ground, came to Lu Xiao's feet, lay there motionless like a dead dog.

"Tomorrow I need to know some information; I hope you can get it from his mouth."

Jiang Feng's voice was flat, as if explaining a very simple matter.

Lu Xiao looked at Qingzhi beneath their feet, was silent for a moment, then nodded.

"Rest assured. The interrogation methods of the Dragon Group will not disappoint you."

Lu Xiao paused, looked at Qingzhi's horrific state, and said with some worry.

"Jiang Feng… he won't just die like this, will he? The Dragon Group's interrogations are very strict. In the best case he's only half‑alive now; if the Dragon Group adds their severe punishment, he probably won't hold on."

Lu Xiao's tone carried a few notes of worry.

It was not Qingzhi she worried about, but that if a person died, the clue would be lost.

Jiang Feng said lightly.

"Rest assured, a Heavenly Human Realm expert has a thick blood bar!"

He paused, and his gaze grew even colder.

"If he truly can't hold on, I guarantee… there will be a way to snatch his life back from the King of Hell!"

When those words were spoken, the fully armed Dragon Group warriors present all felt a sharp chill.

This man is truly ruthless!

They have killed people, seen blood, endured countless life‑and‑death battles.

Yet upon hearing Jiang Feng's words, their backs involuntarily shivered with cold.

Living is worse than dying; that's probably what it means.

Lu Xiao also sensed Jiang Feng's murderous intent, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and said nothing more.

She knew Jiang Feng was the Divine Doctor, and since even he said that, she relaxed.

Lu Xiao waved a hand and said to the soldiers behind them.

"Take them away!"

Two soldiers stepped forward, dragged Qingzhi from the ground, and carried him toward the helicopter.

Qingzhi's arms were broken, his legs broken, his whole body like a clump of mush, being dragged away.

His foot dragged on the ground, leaving two long blood trails.

The soldiers hoisted him onto the helicopter and secured him with a safety belt on the armchair.

Lu Xiao walked up to Jiang Feng, looked at him.

"Jiang Feng, go rest. The rest is up to me."

Jiang Feng nodded.

"If there's any news, inform me immediately."

Lu Xiao said.

"Alright."

She turned and boarded the helicopter.

The hatch closed, the rotor sped up, and the helicopter rose slowly.

The searchlight's beam swept the wasteland once, then turned and flew toward the distance.

The rotor's sound grew farther, quieter, and finally vanished into the night sky.

Jiang Feng stood there, watched the helicopter's disappearing direction, and was silent for a moment.

Then he turned, walked to his car, opened the door, and got in.

He started the car, turned around, and drove toward the city.

After about forty‑plus minutes of driving, the car arrived again at the foot of Yun Mengrou's upscale apartment building.

Jiang Feng parked the car, took the elevator, and arrived at the floor where Yun Mengrou lives.

Jiang Feng could still sense dozens of Dragon Group experts' aura, but this time, no one came to block him.

Jiang Feng walked to the door, raised his hand, and knocked.

After a few seconds, the door opened.

Yun Mengrou stood in the doorway, wearing a white nightgown, hair loose, face unmade. Her complexion remained pale, eyes swollen red, evidently having cried for a long time.

Jiang Feng looked at her and said.

"Qingzhi I have already captured. Soon, anyone who had a hand in Anna's death, I will root them out."

Yun Mengrou's tears surged out at once, streaming down her cheeks.

"Jiang Feng… could you act to save my grandfather? He… he's near death."