Urban All-Round Master
Chapter 537 - 530: Brother Can’t Afford to Be Hurt

Chapter 537: Chapter 530: Brother Can’t Afford to Be Hurt

Abe Qingkong struggled greatly as he slowly got up. At this moment, his white pupils began to seep traces of blood. After Zifeng’s violent beating, not only did his pupils fail to focus, but his white pupils had started to fill with pus and blood!

It was estimated that Abe Qingkong would become the most pitiful Onmyoji in history, as his white pupils not only failed to focus and initiate the Skill, but were instead thrown into disarray by the opponent’s provocations, resulting in a severe beating!

What drove Abe Qingkong insane was that his two rows of teeth had also been knocked flying by the opponent.

It almost brought Abe Qingkong to tears, what kind of person was this!

Using trash talk as a tactic!

"You—don’t kill me!" Abe Qingkong finally showed fear, his white pupils filled with bloodshot veins.

Zifeng knew by now that Abe Qingkong’s eyes had been ruined.

However, Zifeng had no intention of letting him off and slowly walked up to Abe Qingkong, saying expressionlessly, "Sorry, Abe Qingkong, your brother died by my hand, and you even more so cannot live. I don’t want to leave behind more trouble for the future."

"Do you know if you kill me, you will incur the Abe Family’s revenge!" Abe Qingkong roared.

"As long as you die, no one will know it was me. Sorry, Abe." With that, Zifeng suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed Abe Qingkong’s neck. As the pressure between his fingers steadily increased, Abe Qingkong’s eyes rolled back and he quickly lost all signs of life.

For something as ominous as he was, keeping him alive was nothing but a disaster.

Only after dealing with Abe Qingkong’s body did Zifeng approach the Dragon Roar Association’s villa. He did not enter but instead watched from a distance for a long time, not leaving until 4:30 in the morning.

The foundational strength of the Dragon Roar Association had exceeded Zifeng’s expectations. The failure of the Shadow Group this time had made him realize the true dangerous aspects of Zhonghai City...

Early the next morning, Zifeng briefly went home to pack up and then headed straight for Sand Castle in the suburbs.

Seeing Black Hawk and the others all dejected and at a loss, Zifeng felt extremely uncomfortable. Of the fifteen brothers from the Shadow Group, only two or three returned alive, and they were all injured.

"Brother Lin, I’m sorry." After last night’s battle, Black Hawk had been full of regret all night.

He should never have been so reckless. If he had listened to Zifeng, he wouldn’t be in this state.

"It’s fine, it was just an accident. Just be more careful in the future." Looking at the few people remaining, Zifeng’s heart bled and ached.

"Brother Lin, last night we discovered a secret." At that moment, Bu Chen came over after consoling the injured brothers, looking hurried.

"What secret?"

"I found out that inside the Dragon Roar Association, there are many Fusang people! And among them, they’re hiding a large number of Fusang masters."

"The Dragon Roar Association’s ties with Fusang in illicit drug trading is not a new issue, but the authorities have not been able to do anything about them," Long Yunfei said as he approached and shook his head, clearly seeing through the underground forces of Zhonghai City, yet unable to do anything about them.

"Does the higher-up not care about this matter? Just letting these guys run wild?"

Black Hawk grew agitated, thinking of the young lad who had taken bullets for him, he felt somewhat indebted.

"This is also why my grandfather wanted Death God to join the CIA. Some things, many times the country is powerless to control," Zifeng explained.

"So Shadow Group was established specifically to fight against these underground forces?" Black Hawk interjected excitedly.

Long Yunfei did not continue speaking but simply nodded.

Everyone present was smart and didn’t need to explain too much on issues that would be wasteful to articulate.

And Zifeng knew all too well the reasons and conditions for the CIA wanting to negotiate a partnership with him.

The establishment of the Shadow Group was nothing more than an extension of the CIA’s influence, not only to eliminate certain evil forces for the nation but also to rein in the entire underground black forces in Huaxia.

However, Lin Zifeng used the powerful wings of the CIA to achieve his own goals.

It was just a matter of everyone taking what they needed.

But now, the strength of the Dragon Roar Association indeed exceeded Lin Zifeng’s imagination.

When Lin Zifeng returned home in the evening and pushed the door open, he saw Liu Tangtang and Huahua sprawled on the blanket, watching a yoga program on TV. With their sexy little butts in the air, they panted softly, trying hard to imitate the yoga beauty’s movements on screen.

Since it was the first time both women were learning yoga, and they were self-taught, they found it extremely challenging.

Lin Zifeng was like a ghost, his mind preoccupied with how to develop the Shadow Group; however, Liu Tangtang found his abstraction odd.

She tapped Huahua, who was next to her, and asked in a soft voice, "Huahua, what’s up with uncle today? Why do I feel like he’s lost his soul or something?"

"Hmm? He does seem a bit off."

"Could it be that he’s been masturbating too much recently, causing him to feel unwell? His complexion is as pale as white paper."

"Smack!"

"You brat, what are you on about with this ’masturbating’ talk, such lewd words coming from your mouth?" Huahua reprimanded, knocking her on the head.

"Ow, Huahua, that was you who told me about it last time, I... I was just saying," Liu Tangtang pouted her cherry lips, slightly dissatisfied.

"Er, well, sorry about that."

Huahua’s eyes narrowed into beautiful crescents, and she smiled like a blooming flower.

Liu Tangtang, on the other hand, rolled her eyes and thought bitterly, Does a simple sorry solve everything after hitting me? Humph! Annoying Huahua, I won’t talk to you anymore. I’ll go play with uncle.

"Tangtang, what are you doing?" called Huahua from the blanket, her little butt still forming various sexy poses.

"Going to see what’s with uncle," said Liu Tangtang, wiggling her little butt as she headed towards Lin Zifeng’s room.

Lin Zifeng had just opened the door, turned on the computer, and not even half a minute had passed as he was preparing to browse some websites when the room door was suddenly pushed open.

Lin Zifeng was so startled that he almost dropped the computer.

"Uncle—"

The thin and coquettish voice of Liu Tangtang came in.

"What?!" Lin Zifeng barked.

"Uncle, may I come in?" Liu Tangtang opened a small crack in the door and poked her cute little head through.

Dizzy—here we go again!

I can’t handle this! The last time she came to my room, she took off her pants, and the old lady ended up seeing it. This time, this girl better not take off her pants again.

"No!" Lin Zifeng flatly refused.

But Liu Tangtang ignored his refusal and walked straight in.

Lin Zifeng was so frustrated, if you ask for permission and I don’t let you in, then why ask such redundant questions in the first place?