Urban's Fury: The War Dragon God
Chapter 444: Tearing off the Mask?

Chapter 444: Chapter 444: Tearing off the Mask?

"What exactly do you want?"

Han Xue bit her lip as she looked at Li Feng, "Do you really have to have that position? Please, don’t be delusional."

"No one will stand by your side."

Li Feng chuckled and abruptly turned around, "I don’t want to preach, but you make me look like a coward retreating so easily."

"It’s impossible."

"Li Feng, don’t push me."

Han Xue watched as Li Feng headed towards the door and gritted her teeth and shouted.

"It’s up to you."

Li Feng had just reached the door and stretched his hand to twist the doorknob when suddenly, he felt a great force from the door. His toes tapped the ground using the pushing force from the door to move backward and stabilize himself before looking up.

Outside the door, a man retracted his leg, Li Feng’s eyes narrowed, "A person from T country."

The other’s appearance and skin color were of the Southeast Continent, and that kick was clearly a move from T-boxing.

Chen Muyang had been to T country, and it seemed he was not only made a eunuch but also brought back some T-boxers.

Li Feng turned to look at Han Xue, "Huh, you intend to keep me from attending the board meeting."

"Li Feng, I’ve said all I need to say. You can still change your mind now, my previous promise still stands."

"If you continue to stubbornly pursue something that isn’t yours, then don’t blame me for disregarding our past friendship."

Han Xue’s tone turned colder, she had pleaded, but it seemed like the position at Century Group had clouded his mind.

Indeed, Century Group was an empire worth trillions. Whoever sat in that position had wealth comparable to nations, influence, and beauties all within easy reach.

Who could resist such temptation?

At this moment, Han Xue had made up her mind since Li Feng did not accept her kindness, she was sorry.

For the sake of the child in her belly, no one could be a stumbling block.

Even if Li Feng had saved her several times.

Li Feng glanced at Han Xue. Was her decision wrong? From her perspective, it wasn’t.

Century Group truly wasn’t his to claim, and he hadn’t planned to take it.

But.

That’s not how things should be done.

They say a step back brings a boundless view, but could it really be so?

If it weren’t for that will exposed during the party, he would have no need to meddle in the Chen Family’s messy affairs, but now, he couldn’t yield, nor could he retreat.

His dignity and pride wouldn’t allow it.

He could take over Century Group and then hand it to Han Xue, but he couldn’t be schemed against into stepping down.

He is Li Feng.

The Hidden Dragon of Huacheng.

No one could force him to do something he didn’t want to do.

No one.

Li Feng looked at Han Xue as she was about to leave, "You think these few people can stop me."

Han Xue shook her head, "I know you can fight, but these men aren’t weak either—they are underground fighters from T country."

"Li Feng."

Han Xue glanced at Li Feng and, without saying anything further, turned to look at the T country fighters.

"Entangle him, don’t let him leave here, and don’t harm his life,"

Li Feng watched Han Xue leave, the office door shut again, several T-country fighters at the door cracked their knuckles with a crisp sound.

Chen Muyang watched the scene in the office through the surveillance, a cold smirk curling up at the corner of his mouth, "Li Feng, you surely didn’t expect that Han Xue would choose to part ways with you so quickly."

Chen Muyang picked up a glass of red wine; he hadn’t planned to attend today’s board meeting, nor was it necessary—Han Xue would handle everything.

Li Feng unbuttoned the top buttons of his suit, beckoning to the T-country fighters opposite him with a curl of his finger.

"I’m short on time, attack all at once."

"Let me do it."

A T-country man stepped forward, twisting his neck from side to side, similarly taking off his suit jacket.

"I’ll let you throw the first punch."

This T-country man clearly didn’t take Li Feng seriously. The opponent can fight, huh, the T-country man sneered inwardly.

Mainland Kung Fu was just for show; real combat skills were all about T-country’s style, besides, they were the most exceptional fighters from T-country’s underground, each with a record of having killed someone.

Li Feng looked at the T-country man, not exchanging pleasantries, directly lunged forward with a leap, and threw a punch at the T-country man.

The T-country man sneered, Is that it?

Too slow.

The T-country man effortlessly sidestepped, dodging Li Feng’s punch; he always knew these Mainland fighters were all flash, no substance.

However, Li Feng appeared to stumble, unbalanced as he lunged forward; the other T-country fighters laughed openly.

Mainland people, truly weak.

If they struck, they could kill him with a punch.

Just as the T-country man scoffed inwardly, Li Feng’s toes tapped the ground, and his stumbling body suddenly darted forward like a cannonball to one man’s side.

His hand chop struck like lightning, hitting the man’s throat while simultaneously, Li Feng spun around, delivering a spinning hook punch directly to another man’s cheek.

The T-country fighter grasped his throat, choking as if he couldn’t breathe, and the other, struck by the punch, directly fell sideways to the ground, spitting blood with two or three teeth.

The T-country man who sidestepped was initially scornful, thinking Li Feng was just so-so. But the next second, Li Feng knocked out two of his companions directly.

After the surprise, the T-country man became furious, resenting the underhanded tactics; without uttering a word, he threw a fierce roundhouse kick directly at Li Feng.

The kick was like a blade, sweeping straight towards Li Feng’s head.

Li Feng sensed the wind behind his head, and just as the kick reached him, he raised his hand and caught the T-country man’s ankle; the kicking wind scraped his cheek, faintly painful.

The T-country man stared in astonishment as Li Feng grabbed his kicking leg, involuntarily taking a sharp intake of breath—he knew the strength of his kick, capable of sending a heavy sandbag flying.

Li Feng released the man’s leg, turned to glance at the T-country man, "If I weren’t in a hurry, I wouldn’t mind sparring with you."

The T-country man withdrew his leg, looking at Li Feng with fighting spirit in his eyes, kicked off his shoes, and ripped off his shirt.

"I’m going to get serious now," the T-country man said, toe-tapping as he delivered another roundhouse kick.

Li Feng glanced at him, again raised his hand and caught the man’s lower leg.

It was known that the power generated from the legs was more than twice that of the arms, and T-boxers who trained punching bags every day for years, generated impressive force with each kick.

Li Feng tightened his grip on the man’s lower leg.

"I’ve told you, I’m in a hurry."

The T-country man’s balance wavered, and Li Feng kicked at the exposed weakness, a groin kick.

Oomph.

The T-country man instantly fell to his knees and lay on the ground, unable to get up; Li Feng abruptly turned around.

"Trash, a bunch of trash."

Chen Muyang, as if he could feel the last kick himself, smashed his wine glass on the floor, "Hmph, do you think going there could change anything?"