Urban's Fury: The War Dragon God
Chapter 602 Underfoot

Chapter 602: Chapter 602 Underfoot

"Li Feng!"

Wu San muttered the name but had no impression of it. After all, the Five Peaks Commercial Guild was a large-scale guild, comprising not only five first-rank families but many second and third-rate families too.

Moreover, the largest five families within the Five Peaks Commercial Guild did not belong to each other; they each did their own thing. Wu San, for instance, was not a master hired by the Yue Family.

Hmph.

Young people these days are getting wilder and wilder, Wu San sneered inwardly as his five fingers made a cracking sound.

Wu San practiced the Dragon Claw Hand, and his iron claws were unstoppable. With a tip of his toe, he lunged at Li Feng, light as a swallow.

His claw tore through the air, generating a sharp wind that swept straight at Li Feng’s cheek.

Li Feng dodged backward, avoiding the claw, but still, the fierce wind made his face sting.

Wu San relentless, took a step forward as his Dragon Claw Hand aimed straight for Li Feng’s throat.

"Boss, be careful!"

An Xi, recognizing Wu San’s Dragon Claw Hand from previous encounters, knew the strength behind those claws all too well. If he were caught in the throat, his neck could very well be twisted off in a single move.

An Xi, in his concern, subconsciously grabbed his gun.

A flash of cold light passed through Li Feng’s eyes as he swiftly seized Wu San’s wrist, restraining him.

Wu San was momentarily stunned, seemingly not having anticipated Li Feng’s ability to capture his wrist. He instantly tried to twist his wrist to break free and counter-grab.

Wu San was quick, but Li Feng’s wrist was as flexible as a snake’s. He used the Golden Cicada Sheds Its Shell technique to escape Wu San’s counter-grab.

Hmm?

Wu San was a little shocked; his Dragon Claw Hand had rarely failed since he started his career. Li Feng’s Twist Hand, however, stuck to Wu San and grabbed his fingers. Wu San looked at Li Feng in astonishment.

Damn, this kid...

Cursing inwardly, Li Feng sneered and with a crack, he broke the fingers he held.

Hiss.

Wu San never imagined he’d have his fingers broken by a junior, a huge irony for a practitioner of the Dragon Claw Technique.

"Continue."

Li Feng spoke casually, looking at Wu San, who took two steps back, and with a wrench, snapped his fingers back into place. His hand formed a claw as he launched a Black Tiger Heart Stealing strike at Li Feng’s chest.

Li Feng didn’t dodge. He had already predicted Wu San’s attack trajectory, and lightning-fast, he again precisely grabbed the very finger Wu San had just straightened.

Wu San inhaled sharply.

Crack.

This time it wasn’t Li Feng who broke it; Wu San fiercely broke his own finger and then reached for Li Feng with his left hand.

Li Feng stepped back half a step and raised his hand with impeccable accuracy, once again seizing the same finger.

An Xi, witnessing the scene, let out a relieved sigh and muttered disdainfully at Wu San, "Hmph, showing off your claw skills in front of our boss? That’s no different from flaunting an axe in front of Lu Ban."

Li Feng was the Dragon King.

His claw skills were formidable.

This bald dragon-tattooed guy was simply seeking death, daring to show off in front of Li Feng, utterly ridiculous.

"I thought you were stronger."

Li Feng said dismissively and with a snap, broke another one of Wu San’s fingers, then reached out and grabbed Wu San’s throat, lifting him off the ground.

"Fuck, what’s that noise outside?"

He Zhiyuan walked out of the main bedroom hugging two models on each arm.

"Ah!"

The two models, seeing the body on the ground, screamed. He Zhiyuan let go and slapped one of the screaming models, who fell to the ground. The other model quickly shut her eyes, but her face couldn’t hide the terror as she stood up and approached He Zhiyuan.

"He Zhiyuan, I’ve come for you."

"I know."

He Zhiyuan swept the hall with a cold face.

Li Feng reached out and twisted Wusan’s neck, breaking it; the man clearly had blood on his hands, having killed others, and his death was well deserved.

Li Feng let go, and Wusan dropped straight to the floor. Suddenly, Li Feng turned and looked at He Zhiyuan.

"Who are you?"

He Zhiyuan eyed the uniform on the other’s body, clearly the same combat attire worn by their family’s private guards.

Li Feng looked at He Zhiyuan, "You guess?"

Two bodyguards walked directly toward He Zhiyuan. Just then, a dandy jumped out, "Hey, what do you think you’re doing? Do you have any idea what kind of status He Zhiyuan has?"

"You dare touch He Zhiyuan and see what happens."

The dandy had barely finished speaking when a blocked bodyguard grabbed his outstretched hand and swept his leg through.

Thump.

The dandy fell headfirst onto the floor, and the bodyguard looked down at him coldly before stepping on him.

"Out of your league!"

"F*ck, you must be really brave, do you know who he is? His dad is...!"

Another dandy jumped up high, and An Xi coldly uttered a word before delivering a flying kick that sent him crashing down onto the couch.

Ah.

The nearby models were all dumbfounded, as were the dandy sons of influential families.

They were fearless because they all had powerful backgrounds; messing with them was like stirring up a hornet’s nest.

In Jin City of Yan Country, not many dared to provoke them, and they never imagined that Li Feng and his group would dare do anything to them.

But reality slapped their faces hard.

An Xi, gun in hand, stepped forward and placed her foot between the legs of the prostrate dandy, smiling coldly.

"Even if your dad is the f*cking Dragon King, if you keep yapping, see if I won’t kill you!"

He Zhiyuan also hadn’t expected these people to be so daring, to "commit an act of flagrant indecency" knowing full well who they were, and yet still raising their hands against him.

His expression instantly turned cold.

"You better realize what you’re doing. This is Jin City of Yan Country, not somewhere you can run wild."

Li Feng snorted with a sneer.

"So, we can’t hit you, is that it?"

After Li Feng spoke, he swung his hand, slapping He Zhiyuan across the face. Already suffering from a hangover and just having been ’emptied’ by two models, He Zhiyuan crumpled straight to the floor.

Hiss.

The dandies all sucked in a breath of cold air as they saw He Zhiyuan slapped to the ground; these guys must be crazy, He Zhiyuan was the genuine scion of one of the top ten families.

"The top ten families, pfft."

"Do you really think just because you come from a decent background and rely on a bit of your family’s leftover prestige, that you can be so arrogant, expecting everyone to hold you up high, and respect you, you think you’re above everyone else?"

Li Feng stepped on He Zhiyuan who was on the ground.

He Zhiyuan looked up at Li Feng with a face burning with rage, having never been humiliated like this in his life.

"You’re Li Feng!"

He Zhiyuan stared at Li Feng, suddenly finding him familiar. He had checked out Li Feng on his phone after wrapping up a video conference.

Aside from being Li Mingrui’s son, the guy was simply "good for nothing."

"You, a bastard of the Li Family, dare talk to me like that, Li Feng? Get your foot off me, or you won’t be able to bear the consequences of this."