Urban's Fury: The War Dragon God
Chapter 522 My Dad is Li Mingrui

Chapter 522: Chapter 522 My Dad is Li Mingrui

As Yan Lie spoke those words, the elite soldiers who had been knocked to the ground by him, even those with broken bones, all shot sidelong glances at Li Feng.

"Damn, this Sun Thief."

"Shit, he incited us to go forward and then hid behind like a cat. Li Feng, you treacherous scoundrel."

Liu Quan was also lying on the ground, with a broken arm, now coming back to his senses; he looked at Li Feng with gritted teeth, "Li Feng, you and I are irreconcilable—I’ll remember you."

This time he had a high chance of passing the assessment; he had been in this training camp for three years.

Three years.

He was finally hopeful of leaving, returning to that glamorous world, holding a beauty in his arms, drinking red wine, indulging in pleasures, but now it was all over. With his broken arm, it would take at least three or four months to heal.

All of this was thanks to Li Feng.

Li Feng looked at these people cursing their luck and curled his lips, "Hey, it was your hot-headed choice to fight him. How is that my fault?"

"Do you mean if I told you to die, you would listen to me? As adults, especially those aiming to join the elite Blue Sword Special Forces, is your brain just muscle?"

"Ah, if you had just taken it without complaining, biting down on the pain, you might have impressed the leaders. At least you were fighting for honor. Now, seeing this brainless and foolish expression, even I feel embarrassed for him."

Li Feng was sharp-tongued and full of mockery.

Standing in the distance, Li Yuncong glanced at Li Feng, thinking, damn, this kid really has a way with words and he kind of makes sense.

Putting pressure on these new recruits and subduing their arrogance with this drill instructor’s approach was standard practice—after all, those who came for the selection were seed players from various units, full of superiority. Without pressing them down, how could these recruits wholeheartedly comply with the training?

However.

This King Yan, Yan Lie, didn’t play by the rules, and there was Li Feng stirring up trouble, which was just giving him a headache.

Now, with this batch, having a few who could still stand up was also troubling; even Li Yucong watched Li Feng with teeth clenched.

"Enough chatter, come here," Yan Lie beckoned to Li Feng.

Li Feng looked at Yan Lie, this guy now radiating murderous energy, with a ferocious face—he was the spitting image of a Living Yama.

This guy was not easy to fight; if it weren’t for his surname Yan, Li Feng might have suspected he was a descendant of the desperate warrior Shi Xiu.

Moreover, to take action... Li Feng did not want to be stripped bare.

His worthless father had thrown him here, probably suspecting his identity, just unable to confirm it. If he performed too outstandingly, wouldn’t that be handing over evidence? Then it wouldn’t just be his worthless father setting eyes on him.

Taking out the Lone Wolf naturally involved the Red Mansion cleaning up the mess. The Red Mansion would be wary, but they wouldn’t make a display of it; just like his worthless father, who may have guessed something but wouldn’t flaunt it, instead, they’d cover up for him.

In understanding human nature, Li Feng’s skill was supreme; of course, if he was too outstanding on the training field, directly defeating a King of Soldiers ranked in the world’s top hundred, then he would definitely be taken for dissection.

So, being moderately outstanding was enough.

Ah.

When it was time to play dumb, he had to play dumb.

Although his hands were itching for a fight.

Li Feng shook his head like a rattle-drum, "You think I’m like them, brainless? You are a prestigious King of Soldiers, and I’m just a paratrooper. Plus, you’ve just floored dozens stronger than me. Would I fight you if I were kicked in the head by a donkey?"

"Can’t we not fight? Besides, Instructor, you’re just trying to establish authority. I think you’ve achieved your goal, and it’s spectacular at that. I didn’t contribute much, but I did my hard part, right? Let’s just call it even!"

Yan Lie’s eye twitched; he had never seen such a slick-talking brat, "Fine, if you won’t come here, I’ll go there."

Li Feng cursed under his breath and quickly started to back away.

"You stop right there," I warn you, my dad is Li Mingrui, the regiment commander is my cousin, you dare to touch me and see what happens."

Li Feng didn’t want it to be like this either, he never expected that one day he would be like those annoying guys, claiming "my dad is so-and-so."

Li Yuncong’s eyelids twitched uncontrollably, inwardly cursing and wishing he could kick Li Feng a couple of times.

How could this guy have the nerve to shout that out.

"Li Mingrui."

Liu Quan’s eyes bulged, though he hadn’t left the training camp for three years, that didn’t mean he was out of touch with the world. Besides, wasn’t Li Mingrui Li Zidong’s father?

When did Li Zidong suddenly get a brother?

They all hung around the same circles in Beijing, who didn’t know whom? Besides, with the influence of the Li Family, if there really was such a person, how could nobody know about it.

"It’s no use who your father is."

Yan Lie tapped his toe and his bulky figure launched towards Li Feng with terrifying explosive power, charging like a cannonball.

Shit.

Still not giving up, huh?

Li Feng knew he couldn’t let him get close; either he would have to reveal his strength fighting back, or, if he didn’t and let this Living Yama land a hit, there would be no mercy. Plus, if he got beaten up, how could he face anyone afterward?

Li Feng’s feet seemed to be greased as he turned and ran without another word. If he couldn’t fight, he could at least run; maybe it would just prove he had good stamina.

This was acceptable.

Wen Le stood to one side, stunned like a quail, watching as Li Feng sprinted away with the terrifying King Yan close on his heels.

Gulp.

Bro, you better run for it, if you get caught, you’re not just going to lose some skin.

"Regiment Commander Li, what’s going on here?"

Right at that moment, the camp’s medics rushed over, taking in the sight of wounded soldiers everywhere, they turned to Li Yuncong for an explanation.

Li Yuncong turned to look at the head of the medical team, a stunningly beautiful and proudly cool female doctor, also known as the "Blue Sword’s Beauty," Su Muyun.

As soon as Su Muyun appeared, the soldiers, though previously groaning in pain, held it back, not wanting to lose face in front of a beautiful woman.

Li Feng also saw the medical team arriving, he executed a Cobra maneuver with his feet, dodging the Living Yama behind him, and made a beeline for the medical squad.

As Li Yuncong was about to explain the situation to Su Muyun, a figure flashed past him.

"Beauty, save me."

Li Feng dashed behind Su Muyun like lightning, while Yan Lie, with a gleam in his eyes, watched as Li Feng hid behind the woman.

During the chase, Li Feng’s burst of speed, agility, and reflexes were not inferior to his; and that Cobra maneuver that dodged him was simply perfect.

Even he couldn’t have performed that Cobra maneuver any better.

"Hiding behind a woman, what kind of man does that make you?"

Li Feng smirked and said, "Don’t try to provoke me with that old trick, I stopped falling for it when I was three. Besides, what, am I sick to let you beat me up? If it were this beautiful doctor, though, I might reconsider."

Yan Lie, who found Li Feng somewhat shameless, was not a stupid man, and casting a glance at the beautiful doctor before him, he couldn’t very well just pounce over and grab someone.

"Are you hitting on me?"

Su Muyun suddenly spoke up.