Urban's Fury: The War Dragon God
Chapter 765: Once You’re Here, Don’t Leave

Chapter 765: Chapter 765: Once You’re Here, Don’t Leave

Li Feng bent his head down and silenced Dong Xin with his lips, knowing that anything said at this moment would be a mistake. "Hmph, tonight you are mine, don’t even think about leaving."

Dong Xin turned the tables; she was not a girl who would just submit, and today she was very angry.

Outside Xinxin Boxing Club.

A black business car parked beneath the mottled shade of roadside trees, when suddenly a dark shadow appeared beside the car, pulled open the door, and got inside.

"Li Feng entered this boxing club."

"Boxing club?"

The person nearby was unrecognizable, their entire face hidden behind a mask that obscured their true features. "Why would Li Feng come to this boxing club?"

"Check it immediately."

"Yes!"

The man in the passenger seat took out a laptop and began typing hurriedly. Moments later, information about Xinxin Boxing Club was unearthed.

"Xinxin Boxing Club, legal representative Dong Xin, a gym primarily focused on boxing, with very little information available online."

"Can you find information on this Dong Xin?"

"It’s already been found. Dong Xin, registered identity in Hang City, her father is Dong Mingyu, Family Head of the Dong Family and chairman of Dayu Group."

"Dong Family, one of the top eight elite families. Li Feng has just had a major falling out with the Dong Family, why would he appear at a boxing club opened by the Dong Family’s eldest daughter?"

"Oh right, I observed earlier. Today, it seems that there were no people at this club, the lobby was dark, and additionally, there were no cars in the parking spaces outside the club."

The man who got into the car last spoke.

"Could there be something subtle going on between Li Feng and the eldest daughter of the Dong Family?" A woman’s voice suddenly came from inside the car. The woman was clad entirely in black leather, her nose covered by half-face dark sunglasses.

Her lips below a high-bridged nose were painted like fiery red lips, very striking, chewing gum lazily with a touch of haughtiness.

"Should we make a move?"

"It’s a rare opportunity, and we’ve already missed one. The employer is becoming dissatisfied."

Everyone in the car turned to look at the man wearing a Death God mask.

After a long silence,

During an extremely tense moment, the man made a decision, "Immediately pull up the floor plan of this boxing club, sort out the nearby surveillance, Crow, Dancer, Hermit, target for assassination."

Half an hour later.

The door of the business car was flung open, two men and a woman stepped out and quickly walked up the steps to Xinxin Boxing Club, pushing open the door; after the three entered, the business vehicle slowly moved away, disappearing from the street.

"Clap, clap, clap."

Dancer raised her hands and clapped, "See, I told you, how could this man and woman not be involved romantically? This is indeed fiery action."

Dong Xin rolled off Li Feng and turned her head to face the unexpected guests, "Who are you?"

Li Feng also lifted his gaze toward the two unexpected guests, one man and one woman. The man was tall and burly, obviously a powerhouse, while his gaze shifted to the woman who had just spoken.

She wore a black tight leather jacket, outlining her seductively fierce curves, sunglasses covering her face, but exuding an innate haughtiness.

"Who are you?"

"Well, if you must ask like that, we’re here to take lives."

With that, Dancer twisted her slender waist, moved in a catwalk toward the ring, and crouched to enter the ring.

"I want this man’s life."

The dancer Ding Xiang licked her red lips and showed great interest in Li Feng, while Dong Xin sized her up from head to toe.

"Ha, just you?"

Dong Xin charged at the dancer without any preamble, her long legs delivering a sweeping whip kick with the wind whistling towards the dancer.

The dancer giggled, sidestepped with a smooth slide, and dodged the flying kick. "You really are sharp, the grand Miss Dong Family, and even a martial artist. Aren’t you afraid that having muscles will make men dislike you?"

"A woman should be more elegant and tender, just like me, to attract men’s affection."

"With your slutty and cheap demeanor, it’s true many men would like you—I just wonder how much you charge per night. Should I introduce some customers to you? There are quite a few bachelors in my boxing club."

Dong Xin was as sharp with her words as with her movements.

"Hmph, crude."

"Be careful."

Li Feng warned, but at that moment, the Crow made a swift acceleration from beneath the stage, stepping on the edge and leaping up, his burly figure shielding Li Feng.

"Your opponent is me."

Provoked by Dong Xin, the dancer twisted, pulling off her sunglasses and hurling them as a hidden weapon straight at Dong Xin, who knocked away the glasses. But the dancer followed with a spinning side kick, producing a crack through the air.

Caught off guard, Dong Xin was flipped onto the ground by the force of the kick.

"Since you don’t understand what ’gentle as water’ means, let me teach you."

Dong Xin grunted, quickly flipping to her feet, but the dancer pressed close, clinging to her without a bone in her body.

On the side, Li Feng caught a glimpse of this and gasped—it was...

Cloth Touching Eighteen Falls.

Beneath her coquettish voice, the woman turned out to be a skilled martial artist. Although Dong Xin also enjoyed practicing boxing, her training was in boxing and Taekwondo, mostly competitive martial arts which are flashy but ordinary in real combat.

In this exchange, Dong Xin was completely restrained, totally led by her opponent’s rhythm.

"Hmph."

At that moment, Crow snorted coldly, "I’m right in front of you, and you still dare to be distracted?" Amid his words, there was a ripping sound.

It was the shirt on Crow’s body tearing open. Crow ripped off his constricting jacket and stepped forward with a fast pace, throwing a punch that whistled through the air, his fist enlarging rapidly in Li Feng’s view.

Li Feng shifted to the side, dodging the force of the punch, but Crow, having the upper hand, was relentless, coming down with a crushing elbow strike.

On the street, a black business car circled the nearby roads, the driver instinctively looked in the rearview mirror, almost forgetting the man with the Death God mask sitting there.

"Will this be successful? Li Feng seems very skilled. Clown was taken down by him in just two rounds, and Clown is far stronger than the dancer and Crow."

The mysterious man in the backseat lifted his head and said indifferently, "The dancer and Crow together against Li Feng have a success rate of no more than ten percent."

"Ten percent?"

The driver was shocked, damn it, what was Death God thinking? A less than ten percent chance was basically a suicide mission.

No.

Wait.

It seemed there was someone else besides the dancer and Crow—they had also sent the Hermit. This Hermit was indeed like his name, too unnoticeable, so much that he had been overlooked.

"Hermit, are you betting on the Hermit’s hidden move?"