Chapter 225

It's half past nine in the evening.

Inside an old, rundown district.

Usually bustling barbecue joints, hot pot restaurants, and street stalls all shut their doors.

The streetlights on both sides of the road went out one by one.

Shopping customers left one after another.

Within less than a quarter of an hour, the entire street district grew gloomy and dark.

Next, a series of black cars drove into the district and headed into the vegetable market at the end of the street, which covers several mu of land.

One by one, bosses dressed in black, cigars in their mouths, stepped out of the cars.

Inside the vegetable market, there was a whistle every three steps and a guard every five steps.

The henchmen wore matching black suits and carried cleavers in their hands.

"Haha! Seeing this scene, it feels like I'm back in the old days!"

"Yeah! It also brings back the sight of our former glory, commanding the winds and clouds."

"Don't mention the past! Things are better now; we don't have to live in constant anxiety like before."

"Old brother, how have you been these past two years? Is your health still good?"

"Thanks to you, I'm doing great! Last month, Lao Nine even gave me a son."

…… (ellipsis) ignore.

After getting out of the cars, the bosses chatted and laughed with smiles.

Among them were men in their seventies and others in their forties.

"It was two minutes to ten when the last black car entered the vegetable market's main gate."

"A 'splash' sound rang out."

All the rolling shutter doors for entering and exiting the vegetable market were pulled down.

The main gate was also shut by the henchmen guarding outside.

From the street entrance hundreds of meters away to every exit of the vegetable market, guards were posted.

There were thirteen bosses in total, plus many underlings.

The vegetable market held no fewer than three hundred people.

"Open the incense altar!"

The old man in charge of presiding over the incense ceremony shouted.

"Whoosh~"

In the center of the vegetable market, a large incense burner had its red cloth removed.

Next, a statue of Guan Yu was brought over and placed before the incense burner.

Someone then presented thirteen thick incense sticks, each as thick as a thumb.

After lighting them, they were inserted into the incense burner.

Afterward, three men tightly bound with ropes were brought forward.

"Three 'puchi' sounds."

The three men were beheaded.

Then the bosses and henchmen each dropped to one knee, clasped their hands, and paid homage to the statue of Guan Yu.

On a rooftop several hundred meters away, Lin Feng observed the scene inside the vegetable market through a night-vision telescope.

"It looks quite ceremonial."

Lin Feng muttered to himself.

He couldn't see the thirteen bosses, but he could see a large crowd of henchmen kneeling on the ground.

After lowering the telescope, Lin Feng raised his wrist to check the time on his watch.

It was already ten fifteen at night.

Their gathering wouldn't last long.

We should try to settle the fight within ten minutes; otherwise, if even one or two of them escape, it won't be perfect.

…… (ellipsis)

At the same moment.

In the hall of a certain villa in Yanjing, Beixiongcheng paced back and forth with his hands behind his back.

"Dad, please don't walk around; your knees aren't good."

Bei Yifeng, sitting on the sofa, kept staring at the old gentleman, twisting his neck back and forth until it grew sore.

Bei Yiren also sat on the nearby sofa.

Unlike Bei Yifeng, she wasn't nervous and was flipping through a parenting book.

Beixiongcheng ignored Bei Yifeng.

Bei Yifeng moved beside Bei Yiren, snatched the parenting book, and said, "Don't look! Those three little troublemakers have been ruined by you; when these two treasures arrive, let the old gentleman help you raise them, or simply hand them over to that kid Lin Feng to raise."

You see the old gentleman praises him, letting that kid raise them; they'll surely turn out to be two cunning, ruthless little devils.

"Mind your own business!"

Bei Yiren took the book from Bei Yifeng's hands.

Then, furrowing her brow, she said, "You're actually more nervous than the old man; what are you pretending for? You haven't seen his abilities, otherwise you wouldn't be worried."

Regarding certain aspects of Lin Feng's abilities, Bei Yiren is very well aware.

Bei Yiren is very familiar with some aspects of Lin Feng's abilities.

For example, Gun Technique...

Describing it as never missing a shot is not an exaggeration.

She is not at all worried that Lin Feng will fail.

Bei Yifeng said: "That night you didn't see, with a 'bang', blood splattered all over my face......"

Our Bei family has taken on this matter, which is equivalent to tearing our faces with those people; if Lin Feng fails, we can only leave Xiangjiang.

Bei Yifeng does not share his sister's confidence in Lin Feng.

This matter must be settled, and only he can settle it—only he is capable of doing so!

When Lin Feng is not present, Bei Yiren regains her composure and calm; her words, though spoken softly, contain a strong conviction.

She continued: 'It's not just us; many people are watching this matter. You think it's only him? No, he must still have a powerful force at his disposal!'

"You mean......"

Bei Yifeng looked shocked.

Beixiongcheng sat down, nodded, and said: 'These people are lackeys on the surface, secretly doing shady deals; in reality, they are a pack of dogs raised by someone.'

If these dogs aren't eliminated, they'll keep causing trouble; at critical moments they'll come out to stir things up......

Bei Yiren guessed wrong.

Because Lin Feng never intended to rely on external help.

To him, those so-called powers are just burdens.

He is only suited to act alone!

10:20.

Outside the district, Lin Feng got into a white sedan.

He started the car and drove toward the vegetable market.

As the car just reached the intersection, two lackeys blocked the way.

Lin Feng slammed the brakes with one foot and shouted angrily: 'You're asking to die!'

One of the lackeys walked over, looked at Lin Feng in the car, and sneered: 'What are you cursing about?'

Lin Feng laughed and said: 'I'm cursing you for seeking death!'

The lackey outside was about to act when Lin Feng picked up a gun.

"Bang bang!"

Two gunshots rang out.

Two lackeys fell to the ground.

Immediately, Lin Feng pressed the accelerator, sped up the car, and charged toward the market's gate.

"Bang bang bang bang......"

As the car sped, gunfire continued.

When Lin Feng drove the car, smashed the iron door, and charged into the market, dozens of people had already fallen on both sides of the street.

From the first gunshot to Lin Feng rushing through the gate, less than twenty seconds passed.

The bosses and lackeys inside the market had already reacted.

They all picked up their guns.

"Bang bang bang......"

Dense gunfire rang out.

Dozens of people holding micro-submachine guns fired at the white sedan.

By then Lin Feng had already left the car, rolled upon landing, and took cover under a concrete counter.

He replaced the empty magazine in his gun with a fresh one.

Then he pulled a grenade from his coat, pulled the pin, and threw it.

"Boom~"

The high-explosive grenade landed perfectly.

Several lackeys were blown into the air.

Many more were hit by shrapnel and collapsed in a large area.

Then Lin Feng darted out.

"Bang bang bang......"

Each time Lin Feng fired, a lackey fell.

The armed lackeys were not many, just a few dozen; they were the most loyal assassins and bodyguards of the bosses.

In less than two minutes, Lin Feng had taken out more than half of them.

The bosses inside, escorted by many lackeys, fled toward a front exit.

A large group of lackeys brandished knives and charged at Lin Feng, showing a fearless, desperate stance.

Lin Feng holstered his pistol at his waist.

He pulled out a micro-submachine gun, resembling Little Ma from the movies.

Movie gunfights are just for sensory thrills—however spectacular, however filmed.

Such a thing wouldn't happen in reality.

But with Lin Feng, it's even more spectacular than the movies.

Lin Feng widened his eyes, his superhuman senses fully activated.

Everything around him, every detail, turned into data that his brain computed at lightning speed.

Lin Feng is no longer an ordinary person, but a superman!

……

The explosion and gunfire sounded for about five minutes then stopped.

The market interior had already become a hell on earth.

Bodies lay scattered on the ground, blood flowing together into a stream that surged toward the sewer entrance.

Lin Feng had a cigarette in his mouth, smoking while he searched.

Seeing someone still alive, he shot them in the head.

No one still alive could escape his hearing.

After clearing out the survivors, Lin Feng found an intact black sedan, got in, and drove away.

The rest will be taken care of by someone.

Believe that tomorrow morning, when the surrounding residents enter the market, they will find it sealed off.

As for the bodies inside, they had already been hauled away.

Then, after a few days, the repaired market will reopen.

From nearby residents, the story of a gunfight in the market will spread.

As for the death toll and the horror of it, they could not imagine it.

……

Returning to the hidden rental house, Lin Feng pulled out a handful of USB drives from his coat pocket.

There were thirteen in total.

Each big boss had one.

USB drives of the same model, like a token.

No one knew what was stored inside.

Lin Feng guessed it was likely criminal records of some of his subordinates.

For example, Ancient Su City.

Why does this guy always deceive Lin Feng when his life is threatened?

Besides being able to get money each month, it's also because they have leverage over him.