Urban's Fury: The War Dragon God
Chapter 65 Game Begins

Chapter 65: Chapter 65 Game Begins

"Ha!"

Qi Shaobin watched Li Feng’s retreating figure with a sneer, reaching out to pull open his collar, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes.

"If you can walk out of Sihai Mountain Villa alive, I’ll take your last name."

"What the hell are you up to, Qi Shaobin!"

Yun Qi turned his head to look at the sneering Qi Shaobin, who yanked his hand away, "Yun Qi, what the hell does this have to do with you? I just heard you call him ’bro.’ Did I hear wrong, or did a donkey kick your head?"

"Qi Shaobin, if you can’t speak properly, then shut your trap. I’m telling you very clearly, you’ve really messed with the wrong guy."

Qi Shaobin snorted at everything disdainfully.

"It wasn’t me who messed with the wrong person; it was him who messed with me."

Yun Qi, not wanting to waste his breath, said, "Well, we’ll just wait and see. There’ll come a time when you’ll cry."

Qi Shaobin let out a cold laugh as he watched Yun Qi abruptly turn and leave, "You’re supposed to be one of the four young masters of Huacheng, and you actually call a bootlicker ’bro.’ You really have no shame."

Qi Shaobin walked towards the surveillance center of the villa with a cold laugh in his heart, sure that in this gamble, Li Feng was destined to be a loser.

Qi Shaobin glanced up and spoke a sentence into the Bluetooth headset he wore.

"The game begins now."

Qi Shaobin, watching the video on his phone, said, "Take it slow, no rush, this gamble is going to be very exciting."

On the third floor of Sihai Mountain Villa.

Li Feng stepped out of the elevator and immediately saw the surveillance cameras in the corridor. He pulled out a coin from his pocket and flicked it with a snap.

The camera was directly blasted by Li Feng’s throw. He glanced at the potted plant beside him, grabbed a handful of pebbles from it, and headed straight for the first room on his left.

The door to the room wasn’t locked; Li Feng walked right in.

Upon entering the living room, Li Feng saw a group of men, maybe more than ten, either standing or sitting. Each of them was shirtless, revealing their well-built muscles.

As these men saw Li Feng, some couldn’t help but let out a cold chuckle, while others stood up, cracking their knuckles.

"Hehe, you didn’t take the road to heaven and instead barged into hell."

Li Feng, facing this group of sinister-looking, burly men, had already anticipated that Qi Shaobin wouldn’t just make him guess room numbers; guessing alone wouldn’t waste much time. These fighters in the room were Qi Shaobin’s trump card.

"Since you’re here, you might as well stay. You do look pretty handsome, after all."

A flamboyant man pinched his fingers together, his voice causing goosebumps, and Li Feng swept a cold glance at him, "Scram."

"Ouch, someone’s got a temper. I like someone as defiant as you."

This flamboyant man was effeminate, but he was a stout and tall man, over 1.9 meters, with a chest as solid as a slab of iron that quivered and flexed as he talked.

Li Feng had no time to waste. He flicked his wrist, and a pebble shot straight at the flamboyant man. At such a short distance, the man was utterly unprepared and got hit in the eye.

Blood splattered instantly.

The moment Li Feng made his move, he darted toward the bedroom of the room. In a swift motion, he kicked the bedroom door open, but it was empty, clearly, this wasn’t the room. Turning around, the fighters in the living room had already blocked his path to retreat.

"Kid, playing dirty, huh? But do you really think you can escape?"

A man with hawk-like eyes coldly looked at Li Feng, holding a baseball bat in his hand.

Li Feng reached into his pocket, without a word, and flicked his wrist again.

"If you’ve got guts, let’s go one-on-one."

"Shameless!" A burly man clutched his groin, squeezing his legs together.

Li Feng’s wrists kept flipping, and at such close range, pebbles might not have had the force of bullets, but powered by Li Feng’s wrist strength, they caused patches of bruising on impact. Moreover, Li Feng always targeted the most vulnerable spots.

Li Feng rushed forward with swift steps, kicked a man, flipping him over, and then bolted out of the room as if nothing else mattered.

"Chase after him!"

Li Feng whirled around and slammed the door shut with a bang. Those following right behind him slammed against it. Without pausing, Li Feng kicked open the door opposite and rushed into the living room.

Indeed, like the previous room, this one was also filled with over a dozen burly henchmen. As they saw Li Feng enter, they each revealed icy smiles. Li Feng paid no attention to them, charged straight for the bedroom, glanced over the empty room, and turned to leave.

"Kid, you think we don’t exist?"

"Get lost!"

Li Feng advanced quickly, grabbing one man’s wrist and executing a Controlled Crane Capturing Dragon move, flipping his assailant over. Like a leaf in the wind, he weaved through the blockade outside the door.

"Let’s see where you can hide now."

Li Feng hadn’t even left the room when people from the opposite side burst in, cornering him by the entrance. Li Feng scoffed dismissively and, facing a henchman brandishing a shiny knife, disarmed him with a swift move.

He drove the knife into the attacker’s shoulder, pulled it out the next second, and blood sprayed forth.

The blood splattered across Li Feng’s face, and the smell of blood caused a slight change in his eyes.

Li Feng knocked another man down with an elbow strike and swung his knife again.

The menacing blade halted just before the next man’s forehead. A streak of blood trickled down, and he looked as if he’d just walked the edge of death, breaking into a cold, waterfall-like sweat. Li Feng delivered a flying kick, sending the man’s lower body into the air and face planting into a frog-like splat.

Li Feng stepped over the man’s back and walked out of the room.

"Move."

The henchmen blocking Li Feng’s way were so frightened that they backed away, tripping and falling.

"What are you afraid of?"

The henchman in the back scoffed at his colleague for being intimidated by just a glare, rushed forward confidently.

Li Feng counterattacked with the knife, and in a critical moment, flipped his wrist and slapped the man’s face with the flat of the blade.

Smack!

A resounding slap echoed, sending the man staggering, his mouth’s teeth flying out in rows.

Li Feng lifted his eyes, now shrouded in a mist of blood, and coldly swept his gaze over the people in the room behind him, "Don’t force me to kill."

With that, Li Feng swiftly turned and headed for the next room.

"What’s wrong, Brother Ma?"

The henchman known as Brother Ma shivered all over, a chill crawling up his spine, "I’m fine."

"Hurry up and go after him. Mr. Qi said that whoever kills him gets five million, and you can pick any girl you want at the club."

Brother Ma swallowed hard. He had thought the same before, but now he felt the money was burning hot and difficult to take. The look in the opponent’s eyes a moment ago was frightfully intimidating.

"Hmph, Li, let’s see if you don’t die this time. I’ve placed more than a dozen top fighters in every room. You think you can fight? Let’s see how many you can take down."

"Why isn’t there a picture?"

Entering the surveillance center, Qi Shaobin looked at the large screen, only to find it pitch black, and his expression turned displeased as he faced his subordinates.