Urban's Fury: The War Dragon God
Chapter 253: Betting 100 Yuan

Chapter 253: Chapter 253: Betting 100 Yuan

"How many?"

As Li Feng walked, he asked, clearly catching Zhang Wannian slightly off guard with his directness. Zhang had hoped to see a look of surprise on Li Feng’s face, as he felt a sense of defeat being unable to surpass Li Feng.

"You’re not surprised at all?"

Zhang Wannian looked at Li Feng and asked.

Li Feng turned his head and glanced at Zhang Wannian. "What’s there to be surprised about? Just yesterday, I beat up the heir to a hundred-billion-dollar corporation. That guy’s typical, narrow-minded, and vengeful."

This time, it was Zhang Wannian’s turn to be surprised. An heir to a hundred-billion-dollar corporation, really?

"You don’t seem scared at all."

"There’s nothing to be scared of; they should be the ones afraid."

Zhang Wannian rolled his eyes but sneered internally. He figured Li Feng’s arrogance was probably because he had strong backing, much like the deeply rooted Wang Family of Sea City.

Otherwise...

Zhang Wannian shook his head, knowing he had only beaten up a rich kid with connections. Even if his actions were justified, he still ended up retiring in disgrace and leaving the Wolf Fang.

"Boss, the brothers are all here. Do we make our move now?"

A van’s door was open, and a man inside was smoking, while a tattooed man approached to report.

"Tell the brothers to bring their tools, and watch out for an electric shock. Don’t want to capsize in the gutter." The boss inside the van spoke as he exhaled a cloud of smoke, his tone full of swagger.

"Don’t worry, boss. He might be a good fighter, but he’s just one man. Our brothers could drown him in spit," the tattooed man said dismissively.

"Just go when I tell you to. Enough with the chit-chat."

"Boss, I heard from yesterday that the people from Wang Er had a tough time—they ended up in the hospital, either with broken arms or legs."

"I know."

"But Chen Shao came to me. How could I refuse? If I did, we wouldn’t get any more work from Century Group."

"Boss, what Ah Wen said is right. Even if the other guy knows some martial arts, he’s still just one person. Besides, that scum under Wang Er’s command are nothing but thugs. If it weren’t for him being Chen Shao’s lapdog."

"I alone could take on ten of them."

"Mhm, just be careful not to screw up."

"Boss, we’ve got all the gear."

"Let’s go."

The boss in the van bent down to get out, then led a group of men toward a nearby office building.

Pushing open the door and entering the building, a shadow immediately rolled to the boss’s feet.

"Heh, it seems we don’t even need to ask."

Li Feng, treating him like a trash bag, tossed aside a skinny man he was holding.

"Kid, you’re quite arrogant."

"Boss, he’s the one Chen Shao specifically named."

Zhang Wannian quickly assessed the newcomers as they entered, then spoke beside Li Feng.

"With just these guys, there aren’t enough to go around."

"How about we bet a hundred bucks on who knocks down more?" Li Feng didn’t take the fierce-looking assailants seriously.

"You don’t even have a hundred bucks, do you?"

Li Feng looked Zhang Wannian up and down, noting his lack of pockets.

Zhang Wannian promptly took off his shoes and pulled out a folded hundred-dollar bill: "You’re on."

With that, Zhang Wannian sprinted out.

"You’re quite cunning, kid."

"All’s fair in war."

Zhang Wannian’s words were still ringing in his ears when he charged forward like a cannonball towards the hitter.

"Go ahead."

Li Feng’s conversation with Zhang Wannian was heard loud and clear by a group of hitters. Did these two really take them for easy targets, even making bets about it?

Who did they think they were?

A hitter wielding a steel pipe saw Zhang Wannian charging at him and, without a word, swung it hard at Zhang Wannian’s head. The steel pipe whistled through the air, directly targeting Zhang Wannian’s skull—a solid hit like this could definitely cause a concussion.

Just as the steel pipe was about to strike, Zhang Wannian didn’t even dodge. He simply raised his arm to block it while kicking the hitter in the abdomen.

This fierce move immediately confused the hitter and sent his nearly 200-pound body crashing into another hitter behind him.

Li Feng saw Zhang Wannian’s aggressive technique and smirked slightly, gesturing with his hand to the opponents.

"Come over here!"

The hitters on the other side hesitated; this scene seemed familiar, but why did their opponent look like he was asking for a beating, making them want to gang up on him?

"Beat him up."

One of them shouted, and then over a dozen hitters charged at Li Feng, who turned and ran.

"Where do you think you’re running?"

Li Feng had sprinted out seven or eight meters when the most tenacious brawny man was only a meter or two behind him. Li Feng suddenly stopped, turned around, and threw a punch.

The brawny man following Li Feng hadn’t expected him to turn around so suddenly and ran smack into Li Feng’s fist, blood gushing from his nose as he fell backward onto the ground.

Li Feng looked at the hitter he had turned into a cone shape and sneered maliciously. He leapt forward toward two men in front of him.

Originally, a group was ganging up on Li Feng, but with his run and return, it turned into multiple one-on-one, one-on-two, at most one-on-three scenarios.

Li Feng’s movements were sharp and devastating. He simply rolled back over them, stepping on their bodies, sending a chill down the spines of the hitters.

"Big brother, let me deal with him."

The previously unconcerned two-meter-tall brawny man flexed his pectorals, tearing off his confining shirt to reveal a tattoo of a Monk.

Monk Liu Wuliu. A desperate criminal with at least a dozen lives on his hands, Liu Wuliu took big strides forward, "Move aside."

A few intimidated hitters instantly scattered, falling to the ground, not daring to utter a sound.

"Brother Six, kill him."

Liu Wuliu grunted, his muscles tensed like a wall of reinforced concrete, his huge fist swinging with a gust striving for Li Feng.

All that mass running over made the ground tremble; naturally, Li Feng noticed quite early. He sidestepped and slipped under the swinging arm, striking Liu Wuliu under the ribs.

Crack.

A barely audible sound of snapping bones echoed. Li Feng moved to Liu Wuliu’s back as Liu Wuliu tried to turn around and land a Sweeping Thousands of Army strike but was slowed by a sharp pain in his waist.

Li Feng gave a derisive snort, big didn’t mean tough.

Li Feng reached out like a hawk’s talon for his opponent’s spine.

From his grandfather, Li Feng had learned the Bone Setting Eight Techniques, which included moves like Bone Dislocation and one called Bone Drawing Soul Leaving, targeting the spine.

Crack.

Li Feng’s fingers clamped onto a segment of the spine, pulling sharply. Liu Wuliu felt as if his soul had been extracted, his lower body immediately paralyzed, his robust figure thudding to the ground.

"Brother Six."

Gurgle.

Is this guy still human? Brother Six’s punch could break a whole set of ribs, and he couldn’t even withstand a single exchange.

"Zhang Wannian, I’ve taken down nine, you’re a bit slow."

"Big brother, this is getting tricky; should we get going?"

"Am I supposed to abandon my brothers and run?" Ma Zhiyi snorted coldly, reaching behind him.

"Big brother, using guns will escalate things." The concerned Think Tank’s expression changed as he tried to stop it.

"Get out of the way."