Urban's Fury: The War Dragon God
Chapter 391: Success?

Chapter 391: Chapter 391: Success?

"Ah!"

Before Wang Qian could finish speaking, Li Fengtu suddenly twisted his body, reached out, and directly embraced Wang Qian’s waist: "Hold onto me."

Hearing Li Feng’s voice, Wang Qian almost didn’t hesitate and wrapped her arms around him, feeling as if she were being lifted in the air.

Li Feng’s sudden turn surprised a middle-aged man chasing them from behind, but he reacted quickly, pulling a pen from his attire to stab at Li Feng.

With the speed of thunder and lightning that was too fast for ears to cover, Li Feng executed an infertility kick. The middle-aged man hadn’t expected Li Feng to be so swift; the severe blow to his lower body made his eyes bulge, not to mention taking another step forward—standing was a luxury.

Wang Qian, spinning around, delivered a direct kick to the man’s face, knocking him to the ground. Having been spun around by Li Feng, the moment her feet touched the ground, she felt a slight thrill.

Her heart pounded furiously.

It reminded her of a classic movie, "Léon: The Professional."

"Can you walk on your own?"

Li Feng turned his head to look at Wang Qian, who was practically clinging to him. Though the softness of the young girl was comfortable, it was a perilous time, and Li Feng didn’t want to capsize in the figurative sewer due to carelessness.

"Mm!"

Wang Qian blushed and nodded, then followed closely behind Li Feng. Li Feng didn’t opt for the elevator but instead led Wang Qian straight into the staircase.

They had only descended to the fifth floor when the door to the stairwell was pushed open. Before anyone could emerge, Li Feng jumped down half a flight of stairs and kicked the door shut.

The door, violently shut by Li Feng’s kick, inflicted pain on the assassin behind it, who emitted a cracking sound like a walnut being crushed.

Li Feng, unfazed, twisted his body, grabbed Wang Qian’s hand, and continued downstairs.

By then, Li Feng’s expression had turned icy.

Li Feng didn’t head straight down to the first floor through the stairwell; on the third floor, he reentered the mall and headed downstairs via the escalator.

Standing on the escalator, Li Feng surveyed his surroundings. When they reached the first-floor atrium, the crowd suddenly thickened.

Unexpectedly, a middle-aged woman in her forties walked past them, quickly twisting her body and producing a syringe—the same type held by a young man in the boutique earlier, evidently filled with an anesthetic.

Before she could act, Li Feng’s foot had already hooked her ankle, and with a reverse hook, the hefty woman’s body fell to the ground as if weightless.

With a thud.

The woman immediately yelled upon falling, "Everyone come and see, this young man is bullying an old lady!"

Her scream undoubtedly attracted many onlookers, significantly increasing Li Feng’s difficulty in detecting danger.

At that moment, several people emerged from the crowd, ranging from twenty-somethings to those in their thirties.

"What’s going on here, you knocked someone over and you’re not apologizing, yet you still want to leave?"

"That’s right, don’t you have any sense of civic duty?"

Li Feng, seeing the people shouting and forming an encirclement, immediately had Wang Qian’er step back.

"Apologize right now."

A middle-aged man reached out his hand toward Li Feng’s collar, but Li Feng coldly sneered, seeing through the pretense of thieves shouting to catch thieves.

Without any courtesy, Li Feng grabbed the man’s thumb.

"Why are you hitting people, aren’t you being reasonable?"

"How can there be someone like you, how did your parents teach you?" Two young men on either side moved in to attack, their mouths still not forgetting to morally berate Li Feng.

Crack.

Li Feng broke the middle-aged man’s finger and simultaneously delivered a knee strike, causing the man to fall back. At that moment, punches from the two men on either side were already flying toward him.

Li Feng, with a Flat Sand Falling Wild Goose move, used both fists and feet to knock both attackers to the ground.

"Ah!"

Just then, Wang Qian let out a scream, and Li Feng quickly turned to see Wang Qian being grabbed by a woman.

"Let her go."

"If you don’t want her dead, stop resisting. Otherwise, I wouldn’t mind stabbing her a few times."

"Don’t worry about me."

Wang Qian yelled at Li Feng.

"Shut up, you little bitch."

Li Feng looked at the hostage Wang Qian, "Fine, I won’t resist," Li Feng said, raising his hands.

A young man whom Li Feng had knocked down earlier got up, picked up a syringe, and thrust it into Li Feng’s body, injecting him with anesthetic.

"Hmph."

"Damn, you were acting all tough just now, keep it up!"

The young man spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva and fiercely punched Li Feng in the stomach.

"Alright, hurry up and take him away."

"What about this little bitch?"

"Of course, take her along. They’re together; as for what to do with them, heh." Another young man’s mouth curled up in a lewd smile.

In a secret room, a man wearing a clown mask watched the surveillance footage and curled up the corners of his mouth, as Beethoven’s fate played on continuously.

"Number seven has been hit, number three and number five are still inside the store, number nine is seriously injured, number six, number eight, you two go upstairs and check."

"Okay."

"Number two, number four, number nine, you three bring them back directly."

"Yes!"

Soon, the group split into two, and Li Feng and Wang Qian were taken down to the underground parking garage.

Whoosh.

The door of a black business vehicle opened, and just then, the drugged Li Feng suddenly moved like lightning.

Hmm!

The middle-aged man supporting Li Feng felt as if his ribs had broken, the pain was agonizing.

"What happened?"

Young number four looked over in surprise and was immediately elbowed in the stomach, almost vomiting up bile.

"What’s going on?"

The woman leading Wang Qian turned her head just to receive a punch in the nose, causing a fierce nosebleed and making her stumble to the ground.

Li Feng let out a breath, struggled to turn around, and knocked out number two and number four lying on the ground. Then he turned, picked up Wang Qian, and left the scene, finding the Mercedes parked underground. He shoved Wang Qian into it and then collapsed onto her himself.

Damn it.

Once the anesthetic was injected into the body, Li Feng could only rely on his willpower to endure for a while, but it also caused his bodily functions to decline. After all, anesthetics numb the neurons, making the brain lose control over the body.

Hmm.

Many of Li Feng’s sensations had already disappeared, but his mind remained clear. At that moment, Li Feng lay on Wang Qian, and a faint sweet fragrance permeated his nostrils.

Mmm!

Pressed uncomfortably, Wang Qian groggily woke up. She had only been knocked out, not anesthetized. When her consciousness cleared a bit, Wang Qian felt a bit breathless.

"Shh, don’t shout!"

Wang Qian was a bit panicky, her face flushed, "You, why are you like this?"