Chapter 112: Annihilating the Island Nation Organization

Those from the island nation organization who had been fortunate enough to escape the first wave of attacks stared at Lin Feng with venomous eyes, seeing that four of their comrades had been cut down in a single exchange, their deaths gruesome and tragic. They looked at him as if they were the victims and he the sinner.

"You... you... you aren't human!" Iga Tengxiang stammered, staring at the hellish scene as if speaking to herself, or perhaps directly to Lin Feng.

"Hahaha, didn't you just call me a demon? To people like you, I am not human. I am a demon come to claim your lives—I am your nightmare!" Lin Feng laughed wildly again, his face twisted with malice as he looked at Iga Tengchun and the other surviving experts of the organization.

Without a pause or a word of warning, he launched himself at the remaining members. Under the absolute strength of Lin Feng, now having broken through to the first level of the Human Emperor Art, the invisible blades of his strikes left no one standing; all the remaining experts perished under his ethereal assault. Amidst the chaos, Iga Tengxiang realized the tide had turned and that no one could stop him. While Lin Feng was occupied with the others, she took the opportunity to slip away unnoticed.

Once Lin Feng had finished off the remaining experts, he realized Iga Tengxiang was gone and began searching the organization’s headquarters. He soon encountered Zhao Ze. Seeing Lin Feng covered in blood with eyes burning red from the slaughter, Zhao Ze rushed over. "Young Master Lin, are you all right?"

Lin Feng ignored the concern, his gaze murderous as he asked, "Did you see Iga Tengxiang?"

"No, I haven't. I've been in the headquarters for a while now, searching and taking out a few stragglers, but I haven't seen this Iga Tengxiang you mentioned," Zhao Ze replied firmly after retracing his steps.

"Hmph, that woman is craftier than most. Seeing the situation turn, she abandoned her own people and fled alone!" Lin Feng muttered, frustrated that she had likely escaped.

After venting his irritation, he regained his composure and asked anxiously, "How about our people and the members of the Falcon Assault Team? Have you found them?"

"Yes, they are safe. The organization members didn't have time to deal with them before we broke in. However, there is a small complication," Zhao Ze reported.

"What do you mean, a 'small complication'?" Lin Feng, who had felt a sense of relief upon hearing everyone was safe, felt his heart tighten once more.

"Well, we found everyone else from the Falcon Assault Team, but their team leader is missing. Their people said he wasn't captured initially, but managed to escape," Zhao Ze said quickly, noting Lin Feng's urgency.

Lin Feng realized the gravity of the situation. The leader of the assault team was the grandson of Minister Xie, and he had promised the Minister he would bring these men back—dead or alive.

"Where are the rest of the team members now? Take me to them," Lin Feng commanded.

"Follow me, Young Master. We have them gathered in the main hall." Zhao Ze led the way.

Upon entering the hall, Lin Feng spotted several individuals whose presence differed from the gang members. He approached them, his face cold. "Who is in charge here?"

The team members, still reeling from their narrow escape and the shock of being saved by a group of Chinese nationals who had decimated the headquarters, looked up. They were startled by the man standing before them—a figure reeking of blood and murderous intent. Yet, as members of one of China's top four assault teams, they quickly regained their composure. An older man stood up. "I am the acting leader of the Falcon Assault Team. May I ask who you are?"

"It doesn't matter who I am. I don't have time for pleasantries. Where is your captain? Do you know his whereabouts?" Lin Feng demanded bluntly.

The man hesitated. "Who are you? Why do you want to know?"

"Stop wasting time. I'm here to save you. Don't be so difficult—it would be easier for me to kill you than to crush an ant!" Lin Feng, his nerves frayed by the recent slaughter and Iga Tengxiang's escape, spoke with icy impatience.

The acting leader, recognizing the terrifying power Lin Feng exuded, compromised. "I don't know your identity, but I know you are a master. We are no match for you. We were tracking Iga Tengxiang, but as soon as we arrived, we were surrounded. They had superior numbers, experts, and firepower. We held out for an hour before being captured, but our captain managed to slip away during the cover fire. Are you the reinforcements sent from home?"

"We are from home, but not sent by him," Lin Feng replied coldly. "I was here to settle a score with this organization, and I was asked to bring you back if I found you."

"You aren't reinforcements? Then he hasn't been able to contact headquarters... something must have happened to him. We can't leave. We have to go to the secret extraction point to find him. We stay together, or we leave together!" the acting leader insisted.

The other team members stood up in solidarity. "That's right! We won't leave our captain behind!"

Lin Feng stared at them, his expression darkening. "Idiots. You have no idea what you're dealing with."

The insult stung, but they knew he was right—their combined strength was nothing compared to his. As they quieted down, Lin Feng asked, "Where is the emergency rally point you agreed upon with your captain?"

The acting leader blinked, surprised.

"Answer him!" Zhao Ze snapped, his own formidable presence making it clear that he was not to be trifled with.

"It's... it's an abandoned building about five kilometers from here. That was our secondary extraction point," the leader stammered, intimidated by Zhao Ze.

Lin Feng turned to Zhao Ze. "Have our men escort the Falcon team out of the country immediately. You stay and help me find their leader. Do it now—the longer they stay, the harder it will be to get out. The Iga family has deep political ties here; I fear the situation might change."

"Understood, Young Master," Zhao Ze replied, turning to carry out the orders.

Lin Feng turned back to the assault team. "You are leaving with my men. Leave the rest to me. When you see Minister Xie, tell him that Lin Feng keeps his promises."

"We will," the acting leader conceded, recognizing that Lin Feng was indeed the only one capable of handling the situation.

Once the others had departed, the headquarters fell silent, save for the gruesome scene of carnage. Zhao Ze, looking at the dismembered bodies and the hellish landscape, felt a wave of revulsion. "Young Master, what do we do about all this?"