Extraordinary Soldier King in the City
Chapter 141: The Blood of a Man

Chapter 141: Chapter 141: The Blood of a Man

At that moment, Wu Yu stood frozen in place, completely dumbfounded.

And just as dumbfounded were the students watching from a distance, including Zhong Siquan and Li Dagang.

The expressions on their faces were as if they had seen a ghost.

Although both had braced themselves for Chen Feng to knock down a few boys with unmatched bravery before finally being overwhelmed,

after all, Chen Feng’s skills were well known.

What they hadn’t expected was that Chen Feng could defeat more than thirty boys in such a short span of time.

That was really fucking terrifying!

"Boss, awesome!"

Wang Hao, who was being attacked by two boys at the time, instantly felt his blood boiling.

Ignoring the fists of the two boys, his eyes bloodshot, he switched from defense to offense. Charging headlong into the punches, he tackled one thinner and smaller boy to the ground.

With a burst of ferocity, he pinned the skinny boy underneath him and started to rain punches down on the boy’s face again and again.

Seeing this, the other boy frantically punched and kicked at Wang Hao, trying desperately to drive him away and rescue his companion.

But in that moment, Wang Hao was like a man possessed, his eyes red as he took the onslaught, barely flinching. He kept pounding his fists into the face of the boy on the ground.

Before long, the skinny boy’s face was swollen and bloody, with blood all over his nose and face.

Since Wang Hao had been under constant attack this whole time without dodging, he wasn’t in great shape either; his eyes were swollen, and blood was running from the corner of his mouth.

Yet even so, Wang Hao didn’t stop. He continued to smash his fist into the skinny boy’s face, obviously ready to fight to the bitter end.

The boy attacking Wang Hao paused, stunned.

After fighting for so long, his own fists hurt, yet Wang Hao hadn’t uttered a sound of pain, as if the punches weren’t landing on him at all.

Is this guy insane?

Nobody goes all out like this, do they?

A flicker of fear shone in the eyes of the boy pinned to the ground. He feared that if this continued, Wang Hao might beat him to death.

So, he hurriedly patted the ground with his hand, pleading loudly, "Bro, stop hitting me, I was wrong, I give up!"

Hearing this, a faint smile appeared on Wang Hao’s lips, and he finally stood up from the skinny boy.

He gently wiped the fresh blood from the corner of his mouth, then turned to look at the boy who had been attacking him and asked, "Do you want to fight me?"

The boy shook his head quickly, taking two steps back, his eyes filled with wariness.

To him, Wang Hao was a lunatic with no regard for his own life, and he had no desire to fight with such a person.

Wang Hao looked at the frightened boy, then lowered his gaze to the skinny boy on the ground, who was now beyond recognition, and the smile on his face grew even wider.

Although he too was covered in injuries,

his heart was filled with immense joy.

Because this was the first time he had directly defeated an opponent and completely subdued him.

Dragging his exhausted body, close to falling apart, Wang Hao went to Chen Feng’s side, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said with a smile, "Boss, I didn’t embarrass you this time, did I?"

"No, you didn’t, Haozi, you did good!" Chen Feng patted Wang Hao on the shoulder, his eyes brimming with pride.

Because this time, Wang Hao truly exemplified the spiritedness of a man.

For Wang Hao, this undoubtedly marked a transformation.

"I believe from now on, it won’t be so easy for anyone who wants to bully Wang Hao."

"Wu Yu, what do you have to say now?"

Chen Feng turned his head to look at the still confused Wu Yu and asked with a faint smile.

"Hmph, Chen Feng, I was careless today, and I admit my defeat, but don’t get too cocky. We’ve definitely made enemies today. Let’s wait and see!"

Wang Hao snorted with dissatisfaction and spoke with an ugly expression.

Having said that, he turned to flee.

"Trying to run?" The corners of Chen Feng’s mouth curled slightly, and in a flash, he appeared in front of Wu Yu, blocking his way.

Seeing this, Wu Yu’s complexion changed slightly, and he asked with a trembling voice, "What... what do you want to do?"

"Thinking you can strut about and just walk away, Wu Yu? That’s not very honorable!" Chen Feng narrowed his eyes and said indifferently.

"You dare touch me? I warn you, Chen Feng, if you lay a finger on me, you’ll have no place in this school!" Wu Yu’s face turned cold as he threatened in a chilling voice.

Although he felt inwardly shaken, he couldn’t show any sign of weakness.

There were many students watching around them. If he showed weakness to Chen Feng, how could he continue to mix in the school?

"Oh? Is that so?" Chen Feng chuckled, and then a glint of coldness flashed in his eyes, as he swung a punch at Wu Yu’s abdomen.

"Agh!"

Wu Yu’s face contorted with pain, and he knelt on the ground clutching his stomach, forehead slick with cold sweat, wailing in agony.

"This punch is payback for my brother and Su Ya," Chen Feng said coldly. "I’m warning you again, don’t target Su Ya in the future, or you’ll take the consequences!"

With that, Chen Feng turned and walked away without looking back.

Wang Hao hurried to follow.

Wu Yu, clutching his abdomen, watched their departing figures, his teeth nearly crushed in rage.

He wanted to stand up, but each movement sent ripping pain through his abdomen.

This stopped him from moving any further, and he could only kneel down honestly, waiting for the pain to subside.

This scene quickly caught the attention of the other students, and they gathered around to watch.

After all, Wu Yu usually bullied others, and it was rare to see him at a disadvantage.

The pointing and the murmurs of the onlooking crowd,

brought immense humiliation to Wu Yu.

He glared fiercely at the distant figures of Chen Feng and Wang Hao, veins on his forehead bulging, teeth clenched, he roared in rage, "Chen Feng, I will never coexist with you under the same sky!"

...

In a tranquil suburb of Europe, a luxurious villa with a swimming pool and garden sat quietly.

Judging by the scale of the villa, the owner’s identity was certainly no ordinary one.

After all, without money or power, one would not be able to afford such a villa here.

On the sofa of the villa’s first-floor living room sat a handsome foreign man.

The foreign man was about fifty years old, with blond hair and blue eyes, exuding the aura of someone who was born to rule.

At that moment, dressed in a black robe, he was lounging on the sofa, holding a newspaper, reading it with narrowed eyes.

Then, a man in a black suit rushed into the villa, knelt on one knee before the foreign man, bowing his head, and said with utmost respect:

"Reporting to the boss, Honda Ichiro is dead!"