Urban All-Round Master
Chapter 901 - 923: Who is the Real Death God?

Chapter 901: Chapter 923: Who is the Real Death God?

Lin Zifeng stood inside the helicopter cabin, a cigarette clenched between his lips, looking down at Huahua in the center of the stage.

"Lin, your move is simply incredible. How did you know someone would kill the lights?"

Inside the cabin, Black Hawk sat next to Lin Zifeng.

He stared straight at the little beauty in the center of the stage.

Half an hour ago, he had already received Lin Zifeng’s message, instructing him to bring three helicopters.

At that time, he was a bit puzzled, not knowing what Lin Zifeng was planning.

So without thinking, he borrowed three helicopters from Long Yunfei at the Martial Arts Alliance.

Now, witnessing this scene, even this robust man suddenly understood everything.

"Overheard it," Lin Zifeng said casually, continuing to puff on his cigarette and deeply inhaling twice, letting the dense smoke curl around his fingertips.

Below, when everyone saw three helicopters in the sky simultaneously illuminating Huahua, countless youths were stirred up.

Even many pretty girls started going wild.

Earlier, Lin Zifeng sent a message to Liu Tangtang, not from his own mobile number; it was a card number he had casually bought days ago. Now sent to the little girl’s phone, it immediately made her think of Death God.

She thought of her idol!

Nangong Bing gazed at the sky, a pleased curve forming at the corner of her attractive lips.

The happiest one, undoubtedly, was Huahua.

Three blazing beams surrounded her, lighting up the entire stage like daylight.

Instantly igniting the passion of the spectators below the stage.

Under everyone’s attention, Huahua began her performance, and even showcased her latest self-written album, performing passionately for all the audience below the stage.

"Damn it! Is this even possible?"

Among the crowd, Zhou Wenlong was almost fainting from anger.

He had managed to control all the power sources of Yunhai University, yet still couldn’t prevent Hua Buqi’s performance.

And they even brought out three helicopters!

This, thi—

"Wenlong, what do we do now? Are we just going to let it go?"

Deng Wenlong’s expression wasn’t much better than his.

"What else can you do? Are you going to shoot them down?"

Zhou Wenlong fumed, angrily discarding his cigarette butt on the ground.

Furious, he left the stage.

"Wenlong, where are you going?"

"Shoot helicopters!"

Zhou Wenlong shouted angrily.

At this moment, Huahua’s exuberant performance and her enchanting voice instantly captured the entire audience.

Even Liu Tangtang and the others were completely mesmerized by Huahua’s charming voice.

Lin Zifeng sat inside the helicopter, puffing away with Black Hawk as they faced each other, enjoying the dance and delightful songs.

Until the end of the competition.

When Huahua finished her final dance and sang her last song.

The entire audience first fell silent, then fiery applause nearly engulfed the entire stage.

The three helicopters hovered in the sky, casting three dazzling, brilliant beams onto the stage.

Until Huahua’s competition concluded, and after the audience and onsite judges’ reviews, Huahua indeed emerged victorious.

"Lin, how do you feel about the results of this competition?"

Black Hawk wasn’t a fool; he instantly saw through Lin Zifeng’s thoughts.

"Not bad," Lin Zifeng nodded in agreement.

"I’ll take my leave now, brother."

"Alright, the task is complete, head back," Lin Zifeng nodded; Huahua’s victory was almost certain.

As for whether Liu Tangtang could participate in the competition, it was beyond what an ordinary person could understand about her captivating dance moves.

Just one song, "Little Apple," wouldn’t be likely to defeat so many masters on stage.

Once the helicopters retreated.

Lin Zifeng found a spot and jumped down. Taking advantage of everyone’s attention shifting to Huahua, Lin Zifeng squeezed through the crowd.

"Were those helicopters just now arranged by you?"

As soon as Lin Zifeng squeezed into the crowd, he was pulled aside by the Grand Master to a secluded spot and asked about the whole story.

Of course!

With Lin Zifeng’s intelligence, he wouldn’t reveal the entire process so easily; naturally, he concocted a reason while embellishing the truth, claiming he was just in the bathroom.

Given Nangong Bing’s understanding of him, it was impossible for her to believe him.

Even if Lin Zifeng didn’t admit it, Nangong Bing was clear in her heart; this guy was just too low-key, often, even when he did good deeds, he didn’t want to mention them.

Meanwhile, Meng Youjing was still in the dark, clueless about who brought those three helicopters.

But Tangtang’s exuberance made Meng Youjing unable to resist asking a few questions.

After Huahua got off the stage, she quickly asked Tangtang if those three helicopters were arranged by their idol, Death God.

Tangtang eagerly pulled out her phone, showing Huahua the message Death God had sent her.

As a result, the two girls were overjoyed, even happier than winning the competition.

They completely forgot about their recent competition.

"Tangtang, is this message truly sent by our idol? Did he tell you where he was?"

Huahua’s face was flushed red, eager to know where Death God was.

Yet Lin Zifeng stood right beside them, unnoticed, receiving no attention...

"Yes, indeed,"

Tangtang nodded emphatically, expressing her seriousness.

"Where is he now? Did you call to ask where he is?"

"I-I just made a call, but- but the other side has turned off, and there’s no way to contact him, Huahua. I want to know where he is more than you do, but I-I can’t find him."

As she spoke, the little girl’s expression became somewhat disappointed.

After all, Death God was their benefactor many times over, and they saw Death God’s charming image on TV last time. Though they hadn’t met Death God often, he had helped them tremendously.

"Hey, when did you get here, Uncle?"

At this moment, Liu Tangtang suddenly realized Lin Zifeng had unknowingly moved behind her.

"Uh, I, I’ve been here all along," Lin Zifeng said with a cigarette in his mouth, taking a deep drag.

"Ah! Then where did you go when I was looking for you earlier?"

Tangtang rubbed her head, truly forgetting that scene just now.

She glanced back at Meng Youjing and Nangong Bing but saw the same puzzled expression on Meng Youjing’s face; Nangong Bing maintained her usual calmness.

This made Liu Tangtang even more annoyed.

She wanted to suspect Lin Zifeng but had no evidence. Who could be the real Death God?