Chapter 8: The Fall of the Soaring Dragon

At the headquarters of the Rising Dragon Gang, the middle-aged man, unwilling to give up, continued to question Lin Feng, “But I have a question—why are you targeting my Li family?”

Lin Feng answered plainly, “It’s all because you have a good son. With his personality, I’m sure he’ll want revenge on me, so I have no choice but to strike first. Besides, I want my own power base, and I have my eyes on your Rising Dragon Gang.”

“If I give you the Rising Dragon Gang, will you spare my Li family?” the middle-aged man probed, watching Lin Feng closely.

“After all the things your family has done in Zhanhai City over the years, do you really think you can live to see another day?” Lin Feng’s cold reply shattered what little hope remained in the man’s heart.

Realizing that Lin Feng would show no mercy, the man glared at him with a dark expression and threatened, refusing to admit defeat, “Hmph, aren’t you afraid of mutual destruction? My Rising Dragon Gang isn’t so easily bullied!”

“It seems you still don’t see the situation clearly,” Lin Feng replied with a domineering air. “Not only does the current situation favor me, but even if I wipe out your whole family, what do you think your gang can do to me? Since you’re unwilling to accept reality, then call your people over. Let’s see if I can handle them all—it’ll save me the trouble of hunting them down one by one!”

“Hmph, such arrogance!” the man said, then took out his phone and called his subordinates. “Zhao Ze, bring a few of our best enforcers to my villa right away. Not too many—just you, Wang Hu, Sun Long, and a few of the hall chiefs.”

One had to admit, the Rising Dragon Gang truly had deep roots as the kingpin of Zhanhai City’s underworld. Barely ten minutes after the call, five people arrived—four men and one woman. These must be the hall chiefs the man referred to.

The newcomers clearly had no idea what had transpired. When they saw the scene in the room, every one of them tensed immediately.

“Boss, what happened here? Why is Madame lying on the floor?” asked one of the men, who by his position seemed to be the highest ranked among the five.

The speaker was Zhao Ze, the gang’s top enforcer. Next to the boss, he commanded the greatest respect within the Rising Dragon Gang. More than half of the gang’s territory in Zhanhai City had been won by his hand.

Lin Feng looked at Zhao Ze, recognizing the man. He knew Zhao Ze’s reputation—once a king of special forces, now, for reasons unknown, a member of the Rising Dragon Gang. It was with Zhao Ze’s help that the gang had grown into a superpower; this was an open secret in Zhanhai City.

“I’m here for the lives of your boss’s family,” Lin Feng declared to those in the room, his tone unyielding. “The one lying on the floor is just the beginning. I want him to die in utter despair, so I’m giving him a chance to call for help!”

“How dare you! Just a yellow-haired pup like you, and you think you can cause trouble in the boss’s house?” Zhao Ze retorted. Even as he spoke, his hand shot out to grab Lin Feng, clearly hoping to strike first.

“Well done. Zhao Ze, I know you were once a master in the military. I respect you. If you can catch me, I’ll let your gang deal with me as you please,” Lin Feng replied arrogantly, facing Zhao Ze’s swift attack.

As Zhao Ze’s grip neared Lin Feng, the latter spun in place like an eel, slipping right past Zhao Ze’s side. Missing his mark, Zhao Ze—an experienced fighter both in the army and the underworld—immediately switched from grappling to close-quarters combat, trading his grip for a barrage of punches.

Army training focused on hard qigong, and as a king of soldiers, Zhao Ze had mastered this to perfection. His fists surged toward Lin Feng like an unending river, an onslaught that would have overwhelmed any ordinary expert.

Unfortunately for him, he was up against Lin Feng, who was like a man with cheats enabled—having cultivated the Human Sovereign Art, developed internal energy, and mastered his fists, he was simply unbeatable. Lin Feng evaded Zhao Ze’s strikes with ease and, seizing a gap during the flurry, delivered a palm strike straight to Zhao Ze’s chest.

The impact sent Zhao Ze hurtling toward his companions as if struck by a mountain. He landed heavily, coughing up a mouthful of dark blood that stained the spotless floor.

“Zhao Ze! Are you alright?” The others rushed to help him up, concern written on their faces.

“Hmph. You’re strong—I’m no match for you. I doubt even all of us together could defeat you. Who are you?” Zhao Ze asked weakly, shrugging off their support, clearly badly injured.

Lin Feng’s blow had not even used internal energy. Had he done so, Zhao Ze would already be a corpse.

“Boss Li, it seems your men aren’t up to much. They can’t save you tonight,” Lin Feng taunted the middle-aged man, ignoring Zhao Ze.

“You really mean to wipe out my entire family? Aren’t you afraid of divine retribution?” the man cried out in terror, shocked by how quickly the situation had turned. He had thought Zhao Ze would easily deal with Lin Feng.

“Divine retribution? If such a thing exists, your family should be the first to suffer it. After all you’ve done over the years, how many times over do you deserve it? You’ve got some nerve to talk about retribution!” Lin Feng was unmoved.

But the man, a hardened warlord, was long past caring about conscience. He gave a sinister smile, pulled out a gun from his side, and pointed it at Lin Feng, shouting, “Bastard! If you won’t let us live, then you can die instead!” He had probably seized the weapon while Lin Feng was fighting Zhao Ze.

“Heh, you think a pistol can turn the tables? Guns can kill, yes, but it depends whose hand they’re in and who they’re aimed at. This thing is useless against me.” Even as Lin Feng finished speaking, his figure flickered like a phantom. Before the boss could react, the gun was already in Lin Feng’s hand.

“See? I told you, in your hands it’s useless, but you wouldn’t listen.” Lin Feng toyed with the pistol, mocking him.

“You’re not human… You’re a demon…” The middle-aged man, terrified, collapsed to the floor, unable to form a coherent sentence.

“I am a demon. Tonight, I’ve come to claim your family’s lives.” Lin Feng spoke viciously. Remembering all the evil the Li family had committed in Zhanhai City over the years, he raised the pistol and fired at the heads of the three Li family members.

Bang! Bang! Bang! When the three shots rang out, the Li family was dead, each with a bullet hole in the forehead. In that instant, the tyrannical Li family of Zhanhai City was wiped out. Should word of this spread, the city would likely erupt in celebration—such was the depth of hatred people bore toward them.

After dealing with the Li family, Lin Feng turned his gaze toward the remaining four men and one woman in the room.