Urban's Fury: The War Dragon God
Chapter 66 War God State

Chapter 66: Chapter 66 War God State

"Qi Shaobin, the surveillance devices have been sabotaged by the enemy."

Qi Shaobin’s face darkened. Without surveillance, how could he watch Li Feng’s pitiful state, how could he see Li Feng’s despair, and how could he watch Li Feng get beaten to a bloody pulp?

"I need to see the live feed."

Qi Shaobin coldly looked at his subordinates, "No matter what method you use."

"Yes, Qi Shaobin. We can establish a real-time connection using mobile phones and project it onto the big screen to see the scene."

"Then stop wasting time, you have one minute."

Third floor of the Mountain Villa.

Li Feng stepped through the corridor, several still-standing thugs swallowing their saliva pressed against the wall, not daring to breathe heavily, let alone directly face Li Feng as he walked past them.

This guy is not human.

In this block of six rooms, apart from the few still standing, the rest were all down, and the corridor had completely turned into an Asura Hell.

Li Feng walked through the corridor on this side towards the other side, directly knocked on a room door, and the person inside opened the door.

"It’s about time you showed up; I thought I was going to wait forever."

"Sen Bro, this guy didn’t just pick us first, did he?"

A thug beside him chuckled lightly. Qi Shaobin had just announced the start of the game not long ago, and before the thug could finish, suddenly, a shadow flew past the entrance, landing flat on its back under everyone’s gaze.

The thugs in the living room turned their heads in shock, greeted by the sight of Li Feng who had taken off his coat, covered in blood, his eyes like those of a bloodthirsty wild beast.

Li Feng glanced at the thugs in the living room, "I’m giving you three seconds, either come at me or get lost."

"Fuck, you’re quite arrogant."

A hothead with a scarred face stood up and walked towards Li Feng.

"Hey, it’s Third Bro, he has several lives on his hands, he really dares to kill people, this is going to be interesting."

"Third Bro is seriously ruthless."

Another tough man who had known the scarred one for a long time nodded in agreement. This ’Third Bro’ used to work as a mine overseer in a dark coal pit, and the fierce and menacing aura about him, even standing next to him, felt like the temperature dropped three degrees.

"Heh, trying to scare us with all that blood as if I’ve never seen blood before."

Third Bro reached out to touch the blood on Li Feng’s body then tasted it with his mouth.

"Ptui, it really is blood."

"Time’s up."

Li Feng immediately attacked, landing a punch on Third Bro who grunted and staggered backward, "Fuck, you’re asking for it."

Li Feng’s wrist twisted, and the dagger in an inverted grip swiftly slashed across Third Bro’s throat; then Li Feng brushed past him, pushed open the inner bedroom door, found no one inside, and turned to walk out.

"Damn, he killed Third Bro."

"Gulp, such a dense murderous aura."

The people in the room were somewhat at a loss, not knowing whether to confront Li Feng or not, especially since a tough guy like Third Bro didn’t last a second and was now bleeding from the neck; the sense of danger was real.

Li Feng visited each room one by one, unhindered like walking into an unguarded domain. Those who dared confront Li Feng didn’t get a chance to speak; he just eliminated them, while the others observing Li Feng’s decisively thunderous approach were intimidated.

Room number nine.

Li Feng broke into the room again, but this time the living room was relatively empty, with just a few people glancing up at Li Feng. Li Feng scanned the room and heard lascivious, lewd laughter coming from inside the bedroom.

"Damn, you actually found this place."

Li Feng turned his head and flung the dagger out of his hand. The thug was still in the middle of his sentence when a dagger plunged into his chest, and he fell straight down.

Li Feng walked into the bedroom as if no one else was there.

A thug felt someone enter from behind, but his eyes couldn’t bear to leave the bed. He caught a glimpse of the person next to him with the corner of his eye, turned his head, and paused; Li Feng’s hands went straight for the man’s head.

With a snap, he twisted.

He broke the man’s neck.

Li Feng looked at the clothes scattered on the floor and then at Zhang Xue, who was tied by her wrists and ankles to the four corners of the great bed, her coat gone. A Han Dynasty thug looked up at Li Feng, still stunned, mid-enjoyment.

The other thugs in the room also turned to look at Li Feng, bloodied all over; the game had not even been going for five minutes.

"Get lost."

Li Feng spoke coldly, and the thugs, unaware of the situation outside, looked at Li Feng covered in blood.

"Heh, brother, you’re really going all out, huh? Who is this woman to you, your girlfriend? Or your wife?"

"Heh heh, now that you’re here, thinking of taking her away is impossible. Let us brothers have our fun, and naturally, we’ll let her go."

"That’s right, don’t make it worse for yourself. Looking at you, you’re probably already at your limit."

"Open your eyes wide and watch, let us brothers teach you a few moves free of charge, no need to thank us."

Ha ha.

The thugs in the room promptly grabbed the steel pipes and knives lying nearby, laughing at Li Feng.

They knew about Qi Shaobin’s arrangements—twelve rooms, each manned by over a dozen brothers. Even if someone was good at fighting, how many rooms could they tackle alone? One, maybe two, three at most.

And that was a generous estimate, as these weren’t just some weaklings unable to fight.

These men were heavily paid and raised by the Qi family, whose daily job was to train in fitness, with routines straight out of the military. Against ordinary people, they could fight five or six at a time.

Li Feng must have fought his way through other rooms to end up so "ravaged."

Li Feng scoffed, then gestured with his finger for them to come at him.

A few lust-driven thugs scoffed back, daring to provoke them; they must be tired of living.

"Fuck, what’s going on?"

Qi Shaobin glanced at his phone and then shouted in surprise, seeing Li Feng. The screen projection wasn’t even set up yet, and Li Feng had already found Zhang Xue?

How was the game supposed to go on now, was this some kind of joke?

Was Li Feng’s luck so ridiculously good that he guessed right in one or two tries? Qi Shaobin’s face darkened like stormy waters, but after a moment’s hesitation, Qi Shaobin roared.

"Everyone get to 309, chop that bastard into mincemeat."

In the bedroom, a scream resounded as Li Feng pressed a man’s head against the wall and ground it before delivering an infertility kick.

Thud.

"Motherfucker, you’re asking for it."

A thug saw two of his brothers fall right in front of him and swung his cleaver fiercely towards Li Feng’s shoulder. Li Feng sidestepped, grabbed the thug’s throat with one hand, and with a forceful press of his thumb, there was a crack.

Li Feng’s blood-stained eyes showed no emotion as he released his hand, and the man fell limply to the ground.

"Don’t come any closer, or I’ll kill her!"