Urban All-Round Master
Chapter 446 - 441: I’m Afraid I’ll Burst with Blood

Chapter 446: Chapter 441: I’m Afraid I’ll Burst with Blood

Zhang Mengjie, seething with killing aura, snapped the brawny man’s wrist. Then, with a sudden and vicious kick to the knee of the brawny man’s thigh, a crisp crack was heard, and the brawny man helplessly knelt to the ground, his entire thigh and knee completely broken by Zhang Mengjie.

In agony, the brawny man howled in pain, but Zhang Mengjie kept a firm grip on his wrist, her gaze like torches as she swept it over everyone present who wished her dead.

A few strands of her bloodied black hair inadvertently covered half of her eyes. On the dimly lit street, she appeared eerily formidable.

After letting go of the brawny man, Zhang Mengjie stood alone in the midst of the crowd, her eyes defiant, her aura of murder growing even more intense.

"She has no weapon in her hand now, and her physical strength is plummeting. Strike at her weakness, take her life! Brothers, kill her!"

Someone in the crowd took the lead and shouted, and instantly, the dense crowd surged towards Zhang Mengjie again.

"Why aren’t you leaving yet?!"

At that moment, Zhang Mengjie, breathing heavily, turned to look back.

Seeing Lin Zifeng and Zhang Yuxuan still standing in shock in the middle of the scene, her already bloodstained fair face turned somewhat pale.

"Sister!" Zhang Yuxuan really wanted to rush forward to help, but she knew she couldn’t assist her sister; her strength was not enough. Instead, she was likely to cause unnecessary trouble for her sister and thought to go back for help.

But the road was completely surrounded by people, she couldn’t escape; moreover, with Zhang Yuxuan’s stubborn nature, she would rather die alongside her sister.

At this moment, they never expected that today they would face trouble right outside their own doorstep. Although the distance from the Haiday Club wasn’t far, just a few hundred meters away, who knew if there was anyone waiting in the darkness of the road over those few hundred meters.

"Go!" Zhang Mengjie’s indifferent face showed a trace of irritation, but how could she know Zhang Yuxuan’s predicament at this moment.

"No! Sister, I want to be with you." Zhang Yuxuan finally couldn’t control her tears and let them wet her autumnal eyes.

"Pfft—!"

But just then, a word from Zhang Yuxuan distracted Zhang Mengjie, and someone using a bitterly cold blade cut open a wound on her arm.

Zhang Mengjie’s complexion turned pale. Her strength was clearly not keeping up with her and, with this injury, she was almost gritting her teeth to endure the pain.

"Go to hell!"

Suddenly! Zhang Mengjie burst out with a shout, unleashing an unstoppable force, trapping the head of a skinny man who had rushed to the front under her arm.

"Crack—"

With a shake of her delicate body, the skinny man’s neck was instantly broken, his eyes rolling back, dead with his eyes still open.

And Zhang Mengjie’s eyes, bloodshot, partly obscured by her bloodied hair, held her head high, her body once in black now nearly turned into a blood-soaked garment.

"Hahaha!" Zhang Mengjie kept hold of the now-deceased man’s head and, facing a mournful hundred, burst into a mad laughter.

The fiercest queen of the Butterfly Sect in the East District of Zhonghai City seemed indeed likely to fall today.

Zhang Mengjie also felt a sad resignation about her fate.

Meanwhile, Lin Zifeng beside Zhang Yuxuan was struggling with indecision.

Inside, he interrogated himself back and forth.

Should he intervene or not?

Although Lin Zifeng was extremely skilled in combat, facing hundreds, he would have some difficulty.

After all, human physical strength has its limits, and two fists are hard to match against four hands.

It wasn’t possible to take on a hundred by oneself, that would be an exaggeration. Even if he took a kitchen knife and hacked violently, it would likely take a long while.

"Come on! Today, let this old lady fight to her heart’s content!" Zhang Mengjie had no fear. Since losing her parents at a young age, she fought relentlessly and created a better environment for her younger sister to protect her from any harm.

Despite many years passing by, sitting atop the hierarchy of the Butterfly Sect in Zhonghai City’s East District, she had no regrets. It was just a pity that she wouldn’t see her younger sister get married and have children...

But just as Zhang Mengjie, unarmed, was taking off her bloodstained clothes,

The short, fat man who had stood quietly in the crowd finally pulled out a handgun from his waist.

In Huaxia, no matter how fierce the street disputes were, as long as guns weren’t involved, they could often be easily smoothed over with the right connections.

At this moment, Zhang Mengjie’s ferocity had apparently taken everyone by surprise.

The short man finally lost his patience; after all, this was Zhonghai City, not Jiangzhou.

But just as he drew his gun, the corners of his mouth curling up with smug satisfaction,

Suddenly, a large black object was thrown high into the air and landed squarely on the short man.

A garbage bin, rotating neatly in the air, crashed down directly onto the short man with a scream of agony!

The handgun in his hand was also flung away.

There stood Lin Zifeng, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, under the nearby streetlight. The golden light shone down on the dim street, casting Lin Zifeng’s figure in a sacred and pristine glow.

The light bathed Lin Zifeng, rendering him like a pure angel.

The crowd looked up at the man under the light, but in the golden glow,

They couldn’t make out the man’s face, seeing only a not so tall and even somewhat thin man, his face beaming with a sunny disposition.

"Who are you!"

The man, head bleeding from the blow of the trash can, clutched his head and howled hysterically.

He had spotted Lin Zifeng earlier, but the young man had seemed even more ordinary than most people and nobody expected him to be a skilled master.

"My surname is My, with a single name, Daddy." Lin Zifeng blew out a ring of smoke, shrugged his shoulders, and smiled innocently,

Appearing as harmless as a person could be.

"My dad?" dozens of people asked, frowning in confusion.

"Oh, my good grandsons." Lin Zifeng pressed down his head, chuckled, and nodded, showing his satisfaction.

"Fuck! You dare to trick us!" The man’s face twisted in rage, clutching the bloody gash on his head caused by the trash bin, and pointed his finger, ready to beat the bastard to a pulp. But then, the unnamed battle was reignited upon Lin Zifeng.

At this moment, not only was Zhang Yuxuan dumbfounded.

Even Zhang Mengjie, who had looked down on him just a moment ago, was stunned.

Being able to throw a large trash bin like that, how strong must this guy be!

Lin Zifeng walked over to Zhang Mengjie, who was tired and worn, and pulled her bloodstained hand.

He said, "A beautiful woman shouldn’t be so cruel."

But just as Zhang Mengjie was about to say something, Lin Zifeng’s finger had already blocked her lips.

He revealed a bright and sunny smile, saying, "Let’s talk about it at home."

"You...!"

Zhang Mengjie was finally losing her composure.

The fierceness that she had just exhibited instantly softened into tenderness.

Which woman doesn’t wish to have a strong man protecting them from behind? Even the most formidable women have their vulnerabilities, let alone Zhang Mengjie who was not made of stone.

"Sister." At that moment, Zhang Yuxuan ran to Zhang Mengjie with an exaggerated sway of her sexy hips and burst into tears as she hugged her.

"Fool, I’m fine now. Don’t cry, or you won’t look pretty anymore." Zhang Mengjie was obviously exhausted, her eyelids growing heavy as she spoke.

But looking at Lin Zifeng now, he slowly started unbuttoning his newly purchased plaid shirt, revealing the black, tight-fitting sweatshirt underneath.

When they saw Lin Zifeng disrobing, the onlookers thought they had encountered a madman. What was he doing taking off his clothes at a time like this?

But Lin Zifeng’s next words nearly drove them to fury.

Lin Zifeng flashed a brief smile at the two women under the glow of the streetlights.

His shadow stretched unnaturally long against the light.

"When the fight starts, I’ll surely get covered in blood, so you two need to keep my clothes safe for me, okay?"

Lin Zifeng playfully flicked Zhang Yuxuan’s nose and then, under the stunned gaze of the two women, he shook his head a couple of times, producing crisp cracking sounds.

The odd smile on his face didn’t resemble that of a legendary expert at all.

"Kill the son of a bitch!" The middle-aged man couldn’t help but roar, his face twitching from the pain atop his head.

As a result of Zhang Mengjie’s exit and Lin Zifeng’s entrance, nobody was optimistic about him.

Now, without Zhang Mengjie, those thugs who had just been viciously defeated came swarming towards Lin Zifeng, crazed with fury.

Like carnivorous birds, each one of them wanted to take their frustrations out on Lin Zifeng.

But they miscalculated. It wouldn’t be long before they would have no chance left for regret.

Lin Zifeng greeted the oncoming crowd with a smile, not making any move.

Bare-handed, he rolled up his sleeves, appearing very nonchalant.

The thugs already deemed the seemingly foolish figure, who was just undressing, as a lunatic.

Zhang Mengjie and Zhang Yuxuan, not far behind, also began to worry for Lin Zifeng.

However, just as two of the thugs advanced, their blades aimed at Lin Zifeng’s abdomen.

Suddenly, Lin Zifeng raised his head, and two terrifyingly sharp gleams burst forth like lightning.

At last, the two in the lead finally felt the threat of death. The moment Lin Zifeng abruptly raised his head, his eyes resembling those of a primordial barbaric beast filled with remorse.

In just an instant, their wide eyes reflected images of their entire lives, as if the events they experienced flashed through their minds all at once.

"Bang! Bang!"

Two blurry shadows struck out fiercely, and the thug’s chests caved in at a speed invisible to the naked eye.

Then, as if impaled from behind, the imprint of two fists suddenly caused their shirts to burst.

The sound of shattering bones incessantly crackled.

The two, like kites with snapped strings, went flying backward, their breastbones crushed, their internal organs obliterated by Lin Zifeng’s punch.

Blood sprayed across the void.

All of this happened in just an instant...

Shock! Shock! Shock!

Everyone present was petrified by the unassuming young man’s punch.

No one dared to be the first to rush forward.

But Lin Zifeng simply shook his arms; he knew.

In a group fight, you have to strike hard, go all out, and instill a strong sense of fear in your opponents.

Otherwise, with so many people swarming like ants, how could one possibly defeat them all?

However, those two punches had indeed drained a substantial amount of Lin Zifeng’s energy and strength.