Urban's Fury: The War Dragon God
Chapter 766 90% Probability

Chapter 766: Chapter 766 90% Probability

"Someone’s tailing us!"

The mysterious man in the backseat was spinning a coin in his hand, which suddenly he grasped tightly, lifting his eyes to look at the talkative driver.

Startled by the remark, the driver’s gaze quickly shot to the rearview mirror. Only a moment’s stare was needed to notice a car lingering at a distance behind.

Swearing under his breath, the driver said, "Hold tight; I’m going to shake them off." With that, he hit the gas, while the man in the backseat frowned secretly—this Li Feng was indeed a tough nut to crack; he’d had a premonition about it.

After all, calculating from the shadows was his forte, so he was well acquainted with such premonitions. Initially, he had considered aborting the mission, but then he decided to proceed.

Firstly, he wanted to confirm whether his intuition was accurate. If it was, then this target would prove much trickier than the previous ones.

Secondly, he was itching for a gamble. Death God was a newly risen assassin company with a short history but a fierce growth trajectory. On the dark web, Death God’s ranking kept climbing, and now in Sea City, it was ranked in the top three.

A one hundred percent assassination success rate was Death God’s trademark, but Li Feng had failed his last mission. That failure was a significant blow to Death God Company’s reputation; therefore, Li Feng had to die.

Not just for the company’s image—it was also an obsession for him, a man with OCD, who couldn’t tolerate that failure.

Furthermore, his calculations indicated that the success rate for this assassination was over ninety percent.

Indeed, the Dancer and the Crow alone had strengths not even matching the Clown they had previously eliminated, making their success rate barely ten percent—a nine out of ten chance of death.

But he had also dispatched the Hermit.

Hermit was a codename for someone incredibly inconspicuous; to such an extent that if you threw him into a crowd, no one would notice him, and even if he sat next to you, unless he spoke, you’d feel like there was no one there.

It was a unique trait, rare to find, but also Death God’s ace in the hole.

With a Hermit lurking in the shadows, the success rate immediately jumped by a probability of fifty percent. Combined, it was a sixty percent probability.

As for the remaining thirty percent, that hinged on Miss Dong Xin herself. With Li Feng alone, the odds were sixty percent, but including a liability could add another thirty percent.

Ninety percent was enough to make his decision.

"It seems we’ve been noticed."

"Then let’s catch up."

In the car behind, two Dragon Guards bodyguards also sensed something off with the vehicle ahead and stepped on the gas to pursue—daring to scheme behind their Young Master’s back was simply preposterous.

Inside Xinxin Boxing Club.

Dong Xin was no match for the Dancer. The Cloth Touching Eighteen Falls was completely controlling her.

"Giggle, Miss Dong, you’re quite stiff, aren’t you? Are these muscles?"

The Dancer’s fingers traced along Dong Xin’s arm, pinching it before Dong Xin, in a fit of pique and embarrassment, threw a hook punch. The Dancer blocked it with her hand on the inner muscles of the arm, leaving Dong Xin’s limb tingling with a numb weakness.

Taking advantage, the Dancer seized Dong Xin’s arm and ran her hand over Dong Xin’s abdomen, pouting her lips, "Oh my, you actually have abs? There’s no love there, men like mermaid lines, but what is this with the abs?"

"Feels terrible, no sensation at all, thumbs down."

"You should learn from me—a woman’s waist should be willowy and delicate, weak as if without bones—that’s what’s truly enticing, and it becomes sexy when swaying."

"Shut up."

Dong Xin was fuming, and the Dancer pursed her lips, "Stubborn woman. I’m offering you pearls of wisdom here, and muscle isn’t the only source of strength."

The dancer had barely finished speaking when she twisted her body and crashed directly into Dong Xin’s arms, then with a clever force from her waist, she executed an over-the-shoulder throw, slamming Dong Xin heavily on the ring.

"See, I told you all that muscle is good for nothing."

With one hand, the dancer seized Dong Xin’s arm, placing her foot on Dong Xin’s shoulder, and looked up at Li Feng, who was retreating step by step from the crow’s punches.

"Miss Dong, do you want to know if this man likes you or not?"

Dong Xin bit her teeth and glared at the dancer.

"Don’t you want to know?" The dancer looked down at Dong Xin for a moment and then muttered to herself, "But I want to know."

The dancer revealed a trace of a cold smile and twisted Dong Xin’s arm directly.

Crack.

A sound of bones misaligning echoed; Dong Xin, still biting her teeth, let out a muffled groan.

Li Feng’s gaze turned to Dong Xin, whose arm was broken by the dancer underfoot: "You’re looking for death."

The crow, who had been pushed back, stabilized himself and growled before he punched at Li Feng again, "I told you, your opponent is me."

The dancer, standing by the side, patted her chest, "Oh my God, you look so fierce. Were you trying to kill me just now?"

The dancer bent down, lifted Dong Xin, and wrapped her arm around Dong Xin’s throat, "If you care about this woman, then don’t fight back."

The dancer used Dong Xin to threaten Li Feng.

"Li Feng, don’t worry about me."

Dong Xin shouted, but the next second the dancer’s arm tightened around Dong Xin’s neck, preventing her from making any sound.

"Hey, you could try to see if I dare to kill her."

Li Feng saw Dong Xin’s face turning red and stopped moving; seizing the opportunity, the crow growled and stepped forward, punching Li Feng in the face.

The crow saw that Li Feng indeed did not dodge and let out a cold laugh, venting the frustration he had felt when Li Feng had overpowered him previously, landing several hard punches on Li Feng.

"Heh heh, weren’t you acting all tough before? Come on, fight back," the crow taunted Li Feng, grabbing his collar and swinging his fists as big as bowls.

Boom.

Li Feng was directly knocked down to the ground by the crow’s punch. The dancer released Dong Xin, who, after all, was the precious daughter of the Dong family, and since she wasn’t the intended target, there was no need to provoke a top-tier family needlessly.

Dong Xin gasped for air, and after a little while, she regained her breath and raised her eyes to look at Li Feng, who was lying on the ground, "Li Feng."

The dancer stood aside, clicking her tongue, "Quite loyal and affectionate, aren’t you? But Miss Dong, what’s your relationship with him? As far as I know, Li Feng has quite a few women around him."

"Such scum, better dead than alive. With your family background, Miss Dong, are you afraid you can’t find a man?"

Dong Xin turned her head to look at the dancer, "If you dare to kill him, I, Dong Xin, will not let you go."

"Oh dear, I’m so scared."

The dancer patted her chest in a feigned frightened manner, then raised her head with a cold look toward the crow.

"Crow, what are you dawdling for? Kill him."

The crow grunted affirmatively, walked to Li Feng, who lay on the ground and seemed to be unconscious, and lifted his foot to stomp viciously on Li Feng’s chest.