Urban's Fury: The War Dragon God
Chapter 115: The Long Night

Chapter 115: Chapter 115: The Long Night

The man in the suit pointed his gun at Li Feng with a playful smirk on his lips, "You haven’t pissed your pants, have you?"

"Who are you?"

Li Feng asked.

"Don’t move."

The man in the suit squinted at Li Feng, "Drop what you have in your hands, or I can’t guarantee my hand won’t shake."

Li Feng examined the very cautious man in the suit and flipped his hand, discarding the mahjong tiles he held.

"Hidden Dragon Li Feng."

The man in the suit curled up his lips, "You were indeed famous, once the foremost expert in Huacheng underworld. Although times have changed, seeing you today still reminds me of your past glory."

"Unfortunately, this Wang Tie still overestimates himself, thinking he could control you. He’s really stupid to death."

The man in the suit showed deep contempt for Wang Tie, the big bad wolf.

"And you?" Li Feng spoke up.

The man in the suit took off his sunglasses and flicked his hair cooly, "As a Heavenly Assassin, dying at my hands, you shouldn’t feel wronged."

Li Feng made an acknowledging noise.

"I’ve heard of you."

Li Feng grunted and suddenly surged forward towards the man opposite. The man in the suit’s wrist trembled slightly while caught off guard.

A flying knife shot towards Li Feng, close at hand.

It could be said that this knife had almost no chance of missing. Heavenly Assassins were Gold Medal Assassins in the underworld, tasked with handling all hidden dirty work.

These people were experts in killing, it was almost as natural for them as eating and drinking.

The flying knife brought a streak of blood spray.

Li Feng’s head remained unscathed, and in that instant, it was enough for him to close in. The man in the suit pulled the trigger again, but Li Feng quickly raised his hand and twisted the man’s wrist aside.

Pop, pop.

The flying knife shot past the empty space next to Li Feng. Li Feng grabbed and twisted the man in the suit’s wrist, dislocating it.

The man in the suit could no longer hold the flying knife in his hand, and it fell to the ground. However, he did not surrender, reacting by twisting his body and smashing an elbow strike towards Li Feng.

Unfortunately, a moment late is a moment too slow.

Li Feng tipped on his toes, smoothly dodging the strike and instantly retaliated with a power-driven side kick directly to his opponent’s face.

Thud.

The man in the suit fell headfirst to the ground, his head still buzzing.

How could this be?

How could he possibly dodge a bullet?

The man in the suit shook his head, trying to clear his mind and struggled to get up.

He looked at Li Feng with a mournful expression, "How could you possibly dodge my flying knife."

"You shouldn’t have let me get up."

After saying that, Li Feng swiftly moved his hand, slicing the man’s throat with a flying knife. Li Feng watched the man fall, touching his slightly burning cheek.

With the man’s expertise in killing, if Li Feng had remained seated, he would never have dodged that knife.

But standing up, he had a 10% chance of surviving.

It was just a gamble.

Li Feng discarded the flying knife in his hand, glanced around the messy suite, and spat disdainfully. He had originally thought of having some fun with the gambling addict across from him, instantly making some pocket money.

He hadn’t expected the man to dispatch a Gold Medal Assassin of the underworld. But who was behind the command?

An old enemy, or the remnants of the Qi Family.

Li Feng lit a cigarette and walked out of Han Palace.

"Mr. Feng."

As Li Feng stepped outside Han Palace, he saw Bai He getting off a car with his men. Li Feng, seeing Bai He still slinging his shoulder, walked over, "Go back."

Bai He, hearing Li Feng’s tone that brooked no refusal, turned and waved for his men to retreat, though his heart was clearly stifled.

"Mr. Feng, it’s unbelievable that someone dared to collect protection money from us in Huacheng. It’s as if they don’t respect you at all. I’ve inquired a bit; these are just some gangsters, but there definitely must be someone behind them; otherwise, they wouldn’t dare provoke us. We have to resolve this issue."

"Outer Heaven is a five-star hotel; if we can’t even ensure safety, how will we continue doing business in the future."

Li Feng exhaled smoke indifferently, "It must be someone I’ve offended recently, though I’m not sure yet who it is. But I’ll find out."

"Mr. Feng, who?"

Bai He stared blankly at Li Feng.

Li Feng patted Bai He’s shoulder, "Not sure yet. This time you guys suffered a loss, but I will make them pay."

"Go back."

Li Feng got into his car and returned to Outer Heaven.

"You wanted to see me?"

In a villa in Huacheng, Wei Lan, who was in the bathtub, received Li Feng’s call and was visibly surprised.

"Surprised?"

Wei Lan adjusted her mentality and sat up, her erect figure was covered by soap bubbles that made her appear mysterious.

"Now?"

Wei Lan’s face softened slightly. Ever since Li Feng had handed Qingcheng Fashion over to her, he hadn’t contacted her.

But the fall of Sihai Group had shocked her deeply.

She knew it was all thanks to the man on the other end of the phone. Who would have thought that the son-in-law recruited by her former best friend, Zhang Xue, could be so fearsome?

She was also quite aware of Zhang Xue’s current dire situation.

It was a total loss, like trying to steal a chicken only to end up losing the rice. She lost her husband and her military force.

"Do you have something?"

Li Feng asked back, and Wei Lan coughed slightly, "No, nothing, so should I come to you, or...!"

"Okay, I understand."

Wei Lan hung up the phone and let out a relieved sigh.

Why did she seem a bit afraid of him, and even a bit flattered by his attention, Wei Lan thought, touching her cheek.

She, the proud daughter of the Wei Family, shouldn’t be afraid of any man.

Wei Lan bit her lip, stood up from the bathtub, showered off the bubbles under the shower, grabbed a bathrobe, and walked out of the bathroom.

Moments later, Wei Lan changed into a casual outfit, checked herself in the mirror, and then headed out.

A nearby bar to Qingcheng Fashion.

This bar was specially built for the nearby office workers, quite trendy, and naturally visited by corporate men and women every night.

After Wei Lan walked into the bar, she immediately attracted many eyes.

"Beauty, may I buy you a drink?"

"No, thank you."

Wei Lan replied coldly, her eyes set on Li Feng sitting at the bar; she strode over with long steps.

"Bartender, two martinis, Mr. Feng, what brings you to think of this lady? It couldn’t possibly be because of a long, lonely night..."

Wei Lan regretted her words as soon as she said them. What had she just said, ’a long, lonely night’?