Urban All-Round Master
Chapter 487 - 482: Slapping Your Face

Chapter 487: Chapter 482: Slapping Your Face

These two individuals, one an old fox sly and cunning, the other a young fox calculating and sharp.

It was not until Long Zaitian brought him to a spacious meeting room that he saw the dimly lit room filled with hundreds of people, all dressed in custom-made outfits provided by the CIA, each wearing a Totem insignia on their arms, an impressive sight. It seemed that Elder Long was truly serious.

As Long Zaitian stepped forward, Lin Zifeng remained silent.

However, the hundreds below immediately stood up, each with a piercing gaze, as if they had undergone some special training.

This piqued Lin Zifeng’s interest, considering how these untamed experts hidden in Zhonghai City, just a few days ago, now resembled a formal army.

However, Lin Zifeng also took careful note that the number of people who had participated in the selection competition a few days back seemed to have decreased from four hundred.

It appeared that quite a few had left midway.

"Everyone, please sit down," said Long Zaitian, gesturing with his hand, his commanding face silencing the entire room.

At that moment, Long Yunfei also approached, first nodding to Lin Zifeng and then quickly walked up to Long Zaitian to whisper a few words before moving beside Lin Zifeng.

"Brother Lin, what do you think? Does this look like a specially established organization?" Long Yunfei asked with a smile.

"It does," Lin Zifeng honestly replied.

"Hehe, that’s exactly the effect we wanted. From four hundred candidates, now only two hundred remain. But I feel among these two hundred are many experts. With just a little more training, I think they could really be considered elite among the elite."

This guy was flaunting proudly in front of Lin Zifeng, it seemed he had also been quite busy with the Shadow Group these past few days.

However, Lin Zifeng just smiled and did not offer any comment.

During this time, Long Zaitian was indeed displaying the majesty of a Dragon Head, standing at the front and indoctrinating the gathered two hundred plus people.

Finally, when he shifted the topic to Lin Zifeng, the old bastard specially pointed out Lin Zifeng’s identity.

And he also made Lin Zifeng step forward to give a speech.

However, Lin Zifeng’s appearance was met with disdain from many members of the Shadow Group below.

Especially from that day Lin Zifeng was selected, many of the two hundred still thought Lin Zifeng’s victory had been merely fluke.

Among the two hundred, many were personally picked by Long Zaitian. Many had never even seen Lin Zifeng since joining the Shadow Group.

These days, they had been hanging around under Long Yunfei.

Nobody knew the real background of this young man now standing on the conference platform.

"Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Lin Zifeng. Dragon Head Long just briefly introduced my situation to you all, and I think you might have a rough idea of what our newly founded Shadow Group is about. In the coming days, I might lead you all on life-threatening missions, and I can’t guarantee who will survive to the end, but under my leadership, each of you must comply with all the 任务 arrangements I make..."

Lin Zifeng continued talking above while the crowd below had already turned into a chaotic mess, since this newly established Shadow Group barely had any history or disciplines; it was merely a hodgepodge of crude brutes from the Martial Arts World, no different from ordinary thugs who just knew how to fight, intrinsically prideful to the core, behaving as if they were number one in the world.

Lin Zifeng didn’t understand why Elder Long even bothered to cultivate these individuals; at this rate, even ten or twenty years of training would probably see no improvement.

The Shadow Group was unlike the Dragon Team of Huaxia; they were talents cultivated over decades, each member inherently felt the Dragon Team was an extraordinary place filled with many formidable individuals, and they would consciously abide by all the rules, but clearly, this group of physically robust individuals resembled new recruits, each excessively prideful.

Lin Zifeng suddenly stopped, his gaze intensely scanning over everyone below.

Long Zaitian, acting indifferent, simply found a spot and sat down quietly.

"If you feel my words carry no weight, you are free to ask questions," Lin Zifeng said emotionlessly.

Just as expected!

Almost as soon as the words fell, several burly men quickly stood up.

"Do you have any questions?" Lin Zifeng asked.

Long Zaitian, the head of the CIA, didn’t care about the rudeness of these guys at all. It seemed like the old man was deliberately making things difficult for him.

"I want to fight you!" one of the burly men shouted.

"Are you sure you want to fight me?" Lin Zifeng, cutting to the chase without wasting words, asked.

"Yes! I want to fight you. If you can defeat me, the Shadow Group will be yours to command, and we will have no complaints whatsoever," the burly man said, scanning the area and noticing Long Zaitian in a Tang suit among the crowd, repeatedly stroking his chin, seemingly approving of his approach.

"You’re not enough, call two more," Lin Zifeng dismissively said, gesturing for the other burly men to join in.

In an instant, the corners of the burly man’s mouth twitched involuntarily, the feeling of being ignored was embarrassingly palpable.

"All of you, come at once, save me the trouble."

Facing five burly men, Lin Zifeng showed no fear; instead, he rolled up his sleeves as if he were short on time.

Suddenly, hundreds of people below all set their eyes on him, curious to see just how capable this new leader really was.

Ignoring them like that.

"Leader, are you ready?" the burly man asked.

"No need to prepare, you’ll all be down in ten seconds," Lin Zifeng said indifferently.

"You!"

The five men exploded with rage, being ignored to this extent was uncomfortable for anyone.

"Just come at me together, don’t waste time," Lin Zifeng said.

"You asked for it. Brothers, let’s go!"

With the burly man taking the lead, the five quickly surrounded Lin Zifeng.

But before the five men could make a move, Lin Zifeng’s figure had already begun to rapidly dart around among them.

The burly man who had first issued the challenge had not even managed to strike when Lin Zifeng’s fist had already smashed into his face.

Instantly, a stream of fresh blood was sent flying, and before he could scream, he had already flown out heavily...

By the time the other four reacted, they suddenly found their feet ferociously crushed!

Without even making a move, having their feet crushed could only foreshadow the tragic outcome that awaited them.

All four men opened their mouths to emit piercing screams, but Lin Zifeng’s slaps came flying over.

"Slap, slap, slap, slap..." A series of slaps swept the four men off several meters away and smash heavily onto the hard ground, each clutching their feet and wailing in agony.

Meanwhile, Lin Zifeng just dusted off his hands and gave a slight smile to the hundreds below: "Five seconds, that’s all it took."