Lin Feng and Cao Ying were only fifty to sixty meters from the entrance of the Fenghuo Bar. If they ran back at full speed, they could reach it in no more than ten seconds. Lin Feng was about to do just that. He took Cao Ying's hand and turned, only to see several motorcycles roaring towards them, quickly cutting off their retreat.

"Thought you could run?!" Bald Head's voice dripped with arrogance. "Kid, let me tell you, offend me, Wu Shun of the Flying Leopard Club, and not even Xie Nan himself could leave the Fenghuo Bar in one piece."

As if echoing Bald Head's declaration, the motorcycles behind Lin Feng suddenly emitted a deep, rumbling roar. More than ten headlights focused on Lin Feng and Cao Ying, illuminating their faces clearly.

"Lin Feng, there are so many of them! What do we do?" Cao Ying looked at the crowd surrounding them and couldn't help but panic. She instinctively hid behind Lin Feng and asked anxiously. She knew Lin Feng was skilled in combat, but he was alone. What good were skills against more than thirty thugs?

Lin Feng remained silent, his brows slightly furrowed. His gaze slowly swept over each of the thugs wielding steel pipes, finally settling on Wu Shun.

Bald Head Wu Shun was burly. The two hands Lin Feng had struck still hung limply, as if he couldn't exert any strength with them. A cigarette dangled from his lips, and his greedy gaze swept over Cao Ying. A wicked smile touched his lips, a clear sign he was up to no good.

"Brother Wu, do we really need this many guys for a kid who hasn't even fully hit puberty?" Yellow Hair, a blond thug standing behind Wu Shun, brandished his steel pipe at Lin Feng and said contemptuously, "Not to brag, but with this kid's slight build, I could take him down all by myself!"

"Liang San, don't underestimate him," Wu Shun's face darkened. "This kid is dangerously unorthodox! You can't handle him alone." His hands, after Lin Feng had struck them, had at first only felt incredibly painful, but he hadn't noticed anything else wrong.

It wasn't until later that he realized it was more than just pain. The spots Lin Feng had hit had turned from red to black, and sensation gradually faded below his palms, as if he'd been poisoned. Worried, Wu Shun had consulted an old traditional Chinese doctor, who told him his arms had suffered severe internal injuries.

Could an ordinary person inflict internal injuries with just a slap? He realized Lin Feng was no ordinary person; he might be one of those legendary martial arts masters. That was why he'd called for so many people, just in case.

"Brother Wu, you can't be serious, right? I can't handle him?" Yellow Hair Liang San exclaimed incredulously. "How about this, Brother Wu? If I can't take him down, you can do whatever you want. But if I take him down alone, can I get first dibs on that girl?"

"You! Let me be clear, you're asking for trouble. If you want to die, go ahead!" Hearing Liang San's outrageous request, Wu Shun felt a prickle of displeasure. He had summoned his men not just to ambush Lin Feng, but also because he himself desired Cao Ying. Now, hearing Liang San dare to ask for "first dibs," Wu Shun couldn't help but wonder: Does this guy even see me as his boss?!

"Ha!" Liang San let out an excited yell, then grinned at Wu Shun. "A gentleman's word is his bond! Boss, you can't go back on your word!"

Seeing the gleam in Liang San's eyes and his excited expression, as if victory was already his, Wu Shun suddenly had the strange feeling he was just waiting to watch a show. He spat out his cigarette butt and smirked. Tch, when have I ever gone back on my word? But if you're the one who gets taken down, don't you dare say I sent you to your death.

Liang San hesitated for a moment, then looked at Lin Feng. The kid didn't look weak, but he had a pretty-boy look about him. There was no way he'd believe that he, with a weapon in hand, wouldn't be able to take him down. The idea of being taken down by Lin Feng was so absurd it wouldn't even cross his mind.

"Brother Wu, don't say I'm disrespecting you! You're just too timid, scared of a pretty boy like him!" With that, Liang San strode to a nearby motorcycle, shoved the rider off, and hopped on. He gunned the throttle, his left hand gripping the steel pipe, its end angled down towards the ground.

Damn it! That bastard Liang San even got on a motorcycle! He's just trying to show me up! Wu Shun gritted his teeth, starting to worry that Lin Feng would be floored by Liang San the moment they clashed. If that happened, he probably wouldn't be able to keep Liang San under control in the future.

"You little brat, prepare to die!" With Liang San's wild cry, the deep roar of the engine, and the WHOOSHING sound of the steel pipe cutting through the air, the motorcycle shot towards Lin Feng like a bullet.

You better put up a fight! Wu Shun watched Liang San's formidable charge and, strangely, found himself rooting for Lin Feng.

"Ah... Be careful!" Cao Ying cried out, her heart pounding with terror as she saw Liang San speeding towards them. She ducked her head and screamed.

Lin Feng's left hand encircled Cao Ying's slim waist, gently pulling her behind him to shield her. His eagle-like eyes gleamed sharply, fixed on Liang San, who was speeding towards them on his motorcycle. His entire body was taut, like a fully drawn bow ready to release.

Liang San howled with excitement. In the blink of an eye, his motorcycle was about to whizz past Lin Feng. His left hand had already raised the steel pipe high, and aided by the motorcycle's speed, he brought it down hard towards Lin Feng.

Having been warned by Wu Shun, Liang San knew Lin Feng might be a tough nut to crack. He decided to take him down in one blow, giving him no chance to retaliate.

Apart from Wu Shun, who had noticed something off about Lin Feng's stance, everyone else thought Lin Feng had been scared stiff by Liang San's aggressive approach. They all assumed he was too stunned to resist and that Liang San would get him easily.

But just when everyone thought Lin Feng was too scared to resist and Liang San was about to succeed, Lin Feng suddenly dashed forward two steps, lightly leaped over a meter into the air, and delivered a fierce flying kick straight at the chest of Liang San on the motorcycle.

Seeing Lin Feng suddenly jump up and kick towards the incoming motorcycle, everyone sucked in a sharp breath. Holy cow, has this kid gone crazy? If that kick misses and he gets hit by the motorcycle, he'll be severely injured, if not killed!

Only Wu Shun, who had a slight inkling of Lin Feng's true capabilities, felt his pupils contract and an overwhelming urge to shout aloud. Lin Feng's boldness and fearlessness are beyond my wildest dreams!

Before Liang San could make his move, Lin Feng's heavy kick landed squarely on his chest. With a THUD, Liang San was sent flying by Lin Feng, crashing heavily to the ground. The steel pipe CLATTERED to the ground in front of Lin Feng. The speeding motorcycle zoomed past Lin Feng and Cao Ying, continued for another ten meters, then wobbled and crashed into the roadside green belt with a BANG.

Everyone stared blankly at Liang San, who had been kicked through the air by Lin Feng. It was as if they had all forgotten to breathe.

To send a rider on a speeding motorcycle flying four or five meters with a single kick—what incredible eyesight, judgment, jumping power, and kicking strength that required!

Suddenly, the surroundings seemed much quieter.

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