Chapter 245: Pushing Forward

"Feng'er, what is your take on the Blood Wolf Gang situation?" The uncle's voice was steady, yet carried a hint of excitement that was difficult to detect.

Cheng Feng looked up, meeting his uncle's deep, profound gaze, which held both a sense of resolution regarding the past and uncertainty about the future.

"Uncle, this is an opportunity, but the risk is somewhat high..." Cheng Feng's words revealed a measure of inner struggle.

Xu Minghao sighed softly and patted Cheng Feng on the shoulder: "Little Feng, how could your uncle not know the stakes involved? But we cannot live in the shadows of others for our entire lives. Sometimes, for a greater goal, one must bravely take that step."

The night breeze grew cooler, dispersing the stuffiness in the air and seemingly blowing away a portion of the hesitation in Cheng Feng's heart. He stood up, his gaze firm: "Uncle, if this is the path you have decided to take, I will support you with all my might. But I must also remind you that we must make thorough preparations; we cannot let any accidents occur."

Regarding the matter of rebelling against the Blood Wolf Gang, Cheng Feng was deeply conflicted. He did not wish for his uncle to make such a choice, because there were indeed certain risks involved.

Yet, facing such a rare opportunity, Cheng Feng also understood that his uncle was the best candidate; the key lay in whether his uncle, Xu Minghao, could seize it.

If it truly proved impossible, Cheng Feng could also consider finding someone else to replace his uncle; after all, it would not have too great an impact on the overall plan.

Hearing his nephew show such concern for him, Xu Haoming instead laughed heartily: "Rest assured, your uncle has only encountered one such good opportunity in this lifetime; if I were to let it slip away just like that, wouldn't I regret it for half my life?"

Seeing his uncle so confident, Cheng Feng also let go of the unease in his heart.

After this, Wei Zhuang contacted Black Ear to track the movements of the Blood Wolf Gang leader, Zhong He. Facts proved that when a group begins to grow large, some matters truly are just small trifles.

Not many days later, Black Ear's people bribed a servant of the Blood Wolf Gang and obtained Zhong He's behavioral patterns.

The Blood Wolf Gang leader held a high and powerful position and was extremely attentive to his own safety. Perhaps because the pressure recently given by the Hong Sect was too great, Zhong He had been staying in the gang to cultivate daily.

He only occasionally went out to the Cuihong Pavilion in North City to relax, and this gave Wei Zhuang and Cheng Feng an opportunity.

The night was like ink, quietly spreading over the streets of North City. Outside the Cuihong Pavilion, the lights were dim, reflecting the hurried figures of passing pedestrians. Cheng Feng and Wei Zhuang hid in the shadows, their gazes like torches, staring fixedly at that carved wooden door about to be pushed open.

"It seems our prey is about to appear tonight," Wei Zhuang said in a low voice to Cheng Feng beside him, his tone carrying an unquestionable firmness. Cheng Feng nodded, the weapon gripped in his hand gleaming with a cold light under the moonlight. He took a deep breath, adjusting his mindset, preparing to meet the impending action.

Before long, a burst of heavy footsteps approached from afar, accompanied by a few low laughs, and Zhong He's iconic figure appeared in their line of sight.

He wore a luxurious brocade robe and toyed with a pair of exquisite iron balls in his hand. His gait was steady, and he was clearly in a good mood. Several sturdy attendants followed closely behind, looking around vigilantly, yet they failed to detect the crisis in the shadows.

Zhong He stepped into the Cuihong Pavilion, and the door closed gently, cutting off prying eyes from the outside. Wei Zhuang and Cheng Feng exchanged a glance; no words were needed. The two moved quickly, like ghosts in the night, silently sticking close to the back wall of the Cuihong Pavilion.

"We will sneak in from the side door; the guards there are relatively weak," Wei Zhuang whispered, planning the route. Every one of his movements appeared so calm and unhurried, as if he had already held everything in his grasp.

Cheng Feng followed closely behind; though his heart beat fast, his eyes were full of resolution and courage.

Passing through the winding corridors and avoiding the patrolling guards, the two finally arrived outside the room where Zhong He was located. The faint light leaking through the door crack stretched their shadows long, making them appear exceptionally eerie.

Wei Zhuang gently pushed the door ajar. Inside, Zhong He was seen leaning obliquely on a soft couch, surrounded by several beauties. The fragrance of wine and the scent of powder intertwined, permeating the entire space.

"Move!" Wei Zhuang gave a low shout, his voice deep and firm, as if carrying an irresistible power. His figure flashed, rushing into the room like a black bolt of lightning. At the same time, Cheng Feng did not show weakness, following closely behind. The two, like taciturn comrades-in-arms, charged together through that tightly shut door.

The people inside were completely unprepared. The suddenly intruding figures threw them into a panic, and for a time, screams and exclamations rose one after another. The originally peaceful scene instantly became chaotic.

However, Zhong He displayed an unusual calmness and decisiveness. He sat up abruptly, a flash of panic crossing his eyes, but this panic was quickly replaced by ruthlessness. He swiftly grabbed the pair of iron balls from his side, his gaze locked tightly on Wei Zhuang's direction, and then threw the iron balls without hesitation.

The iron balls traced an arc in the air, flying toward Wei Zhuang with a sharp whistling wind. Wei Zhuang dodged to the side; the iron balls grazed his hem and smashed into the wall behind him, emitting a crisp sound.

Wei Zhuang and Cheng Feng had long been prepared; their movements were swift and tacit, launching an attack on Zhong He at almost the same time.

Wei Zhuang's sword wind was sharp, every strike aiming straight for vital points; Cheng Feng utilized the Silver Feather Blade in his hand, flexibly carving silver trajectories in the air, making it impossible to guard against.

Zhong He also used his full strength to face these two uninvited guests. One could see his hands forming claws, each finger slightly curled, as if he wanted to grab the air before him.

Blue veins bulged on his palms and fingers, and his muscles were taut, displaying powerful strength. He took a deep breath, then violently swung his claws forward, simultaneously letting out a roar: "Iron Eagle Claw!"

Following his movement, a sharp aura erupted from his body, like a fierce eagle spreading its wings to soar. His claws traced arcs in the air, carrying a piercing whistling sound, as if they could tear through space itself.

Zhong He's eyes were filled with confidence and determination; he believed that the Iron Eagle Claw technique he had painstakingly practiced for years would surely defeat his opponents. He stared intently at the rushing Wei Zhuang, his Blood Qi boiling, using his full strength.

"Clang!"

The side of Wei Zhuang's Shark Tooth collided with Zhong He's Iron Eagle Claw.

Wei Zhuang said coldly: "Pointless struggle." Immediately, he flicked the side of his sword and slashed toward Zhong He again. Cheng Feng, beside him, also activated the Blood Burst Secret Art, preparing to end the battle quickly with full force.

One at Bone Refining Perfection, one at Bone Refining Initial Stage, against a Blood Refining Perfection who was barely about to break through—it only took about three moves.

Struck fiercely in the chest by a punch from Wei Zhuang, the whole person flew backward like a kite with a broken string, then fell heavily to the ground.

The beauties nearby had long since been frightened out of their wits, one by one panicking and retreating into the corners, not daring to make the slightest sound.

At this time, Wei Zhuang held the Shark Tooth, his expression cold and stern, his gaze sharp and extremely ruthless, inviolable, watching the surroundings vigilantly. Cheng Feng quickly walked forward, nimbly using rope to tie Zhong He up tightly.

While binding him, he exchanged a smile with Wei Zhuang; it seemed everything was in their control. Although the process was full of thrills and tension, they seemed to have long anticipated such a result.

Looking at the tightly bound Zhong He, Wei Zhuang and Cheng Feng secretly breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts. Although they were sure of this battle, having no accidents was the best outcome.

Next, they needed to handle this situation as quickly as possible to avoid causing unnecessary trouble.