Urban's Fury: The War Dragon God
Chapter 505: Kill Without Mercy

Chapter 505: Chapter 505: Kill Without Mercy

Zhou You looked at the address and looked up at Elfa, translating what Li Feng had just said to him.

"A game, huh!"

Elfa suddenly stood up, "Zhou, please arrange a vehicle and driver for us; also, send us a photo of the opponent and take us to West Mountain Square."

Zhou You looked at Elfa, "Elfa, this could also be a trap."

Elfa curled the corner of his mouth, "No, this is a hunting game, but it’s not yet certain who is the hunter and who is the prey."

"You must trust our strength."

Zhou You looked at the confident Elfa and nodded, "Liu Jun, you drive them to West Mountain Square."

"Yes, Young Master Zhou."

As Zhou You watched Elfa and the others leave, he frowned, wondering what exactly Li Feng was up to with exposing his location openly and even claiming he wanted someone sent to kill him? Was his brain kicked by a donkey? No normal person would do something like this.

With furrowed brows, Zhou You thought regardless of whatever Li Feng was up to, the bastard had to die; in Sea City, he had already embarrassed the boss, and yesterday was even more humiliating.

As long as Li Feng was alive, it was a slap to his face.

Immediately, Zhou You waved his hand, "Go, follow them, keep a close eye, I want to know everything that happens."

"Yes, Young Master Zhou."

An underling immediately stepped away.

West Mountain Square.

A famous square in Yunhai City, built along a mountain, it was the largest recreational spot in the area.

At noon, the sun was blistering, and since it wasn’t a weekend, there weren’t many people in the square. Under the shade of the trees, on a bench, Li Feng was eating a popsicle and took a photo of the Twin Towers landmark with his phone.

He then sent the photo to Zhou You, worried Zhou You wouldn’t be able to find the spot as West Mountain Square was vast, stretching from the foot of the mountain to the Twin Towers, all counted within the square’s area.

A van quickly stopped outside West Mountain Square; as the door slid open, Elfa and his group stepped out, having already received the photo on their phones.

"The target is in this square, find him, and finish him."

Elfa gave his team concise orders. Elfa didn’t move with the team; it wasn’t necessary – five people were too conspicuous and would likely spook the quarry.

Moreover, this was Yan Country, and it was improbable that the opponents would have guns. In a close combat, it wouldn’t be easy for them to take out his men, all of whom were battle-hardened mercenaries.

Li Feng hadn’t finished his popsicle when he noticed a man from Lijia State, a dark-skinned, brawny fellow walking under the open sun, impossible to overlook.

Li Feng blew a whistle directly at him.

Bansi, hearing the whistle, looked toward the shady bench where Li Feng sat and walked over, comparing Li Feng’s face with the photo.

It seemed Li Feng was found without much effort.

Bansi sized up Li Feng, "Skinny monkey, you see your Uncle Bansi and don’t run?"

Li Feng swallowed the rest of his popsicle and stood up; the iron-blooded scent on Bansi was unmistakable – Li Feng could tell his identity just by the scent.

"It seems some of you still don’t understand reality."

Bansi looked disdainfully at Li Feng, "Skinny monkey, the one who doesn’t understand reality is you. Hurry up and let me punch you to death, then I still have to go meet the girls around here."

Bansi said that, then gestured towards Li Feng with a hooked finger.

Skinny monkey.

Bansi stood there letting you hit him, can you even touch your boss Bansi?

Li Feng looked at Bansi, whose muscles were tense, and directly shot the ice cream stick from his hand. The ice cream stick flew like a blade, directly piercing Bansi’s throat.

Bansi wore an incredulous expression; how could an ice cream stick pierce his throat? Bansi wasn’t dead yet, but he was close, blood beginning to spray from his neck, his hands covering it yet doing no good.

His eyes looked at Li Feng standing opposite him. Was this Yan Country Kung Fu?

"Bansi."

At that moment, another assassin arrived at the scene, seeing the bulky form of Bansi fall, and quickly ran over, glancing at Bansi and then looking towards Li Feng.

Li Feng snorted coldly, "Another one, huh?"

Murmuring to himself, with a tap of his toes, he burst towards the assassin like a cannonball.

Li Feng moved swiftly, circling to the assassin’s back. Sensing this, the assassin delivered a spinning back kick, but unfortunately kicked empty air. The next second, the assassin felt a premonition of death.

He tried to roll forward to escape Li Feng at his back, but before he could move, a pair of hands seemed to emerge from the darkness and wrapped around him.

Crack.

His neck was snapped.

Li Feng looked down at the assassin, who had slumped to the ground, feeling not the slightest discomfort.

Two.

Since there were two, there might be three more; a standard tactical team consists of five members, so they surely moved as a group.

Li Feng immediately turned around. West Mountain Square was vast, not just the central square, but surrounded by staircase-like garden areas, flower beds, and green tree shades forming a leisure area.

The enemy was certainly spread out in search, keeping close enough to each other. With a mental map, Li Feng quickly sketched out the areas where other mercenaries might appear.

Half a minute later, Li Feng came face-to-face with a big-bearded man from Central Island. The man also saw Li Feng, and after locking eyes, the big-bearded man pulled out a dagger and strode towards Li Feng.

Li Feng didn’t back down, the distance between them closing in the blink of an eye.

In a critical moment, Li Feng flicked his wrist, a coin shot out, hitting the big-bearded man directly on the shin bones; instantly, the big-bearded man’s balance was off. He stumbled forward, swinging the dagger subconsciously.

Li Feng dodged to the side, grabbed the man’s wrist, twisted the dagger around, and with his other hand pushed forward, driving the dagger into the man’s heart.

Li Feng stepped aside as the big-bearded man fell to the ground, blood spreading out beneath him.

The third.

Li Feng turned to head south. Across two green belts, he spotted a black figure sprinting towards him; these mercenaries all had Bluetooth earpieces for communication. Given the silence from the previous two, the others undoubtedly knew what happened.

The black figure soon spotted Li Feng but suddenly, the figure halted. Li Feng’s instincts alerted him to imminent danger.

Li Feng stopped dead, tilting his head back just as a cold gleam brushed past his nose and a dagger embedded itself in a nearby tree trunk.

Li Feng looked in the other direction, the fifth man also had arrived; the two appeared swiftly on either side of Li Feng, trapping him.

"You still think you can run!"