These people did not react slowly, but Li Feng’s movents were faster, rendering the gun useless as Li Feng effortlessly closed in on them, causing the entire squad of bodyguards to collapse in a single breath.
Li Feng released the throat of a bodyguard, letting his body flop down as he stepped towards the stairs leading to the third floor.
Compared to the bodyguards on the first and second floors, those on the third were Long Ao’s confidants.
There were no ambushes at the stairway to the third floor, and Li Feng arrived at the staircase leisurely.
"Ha, five minutes, I’ve always said that those rookies from the training camp are just a bunch of garbage."
A young man spoke dismissively by the corner of his mouth, showing neither sympathy nor pity for the bodyguards who had fallen below.
"Take the money."
"It seems each successive generation from this training camp is worse than the last, unable to even handle one person."
A rugged man with an eyepatch over one eye scanned over Li Feng in front of him and spit out disdainfully.
"This one’s mine."
The rugged man twisted his neck, causing it to crack, and then he stepped directly towards Li Feng while the other youths did not move to assist.
"Ha, co on, the betting is open now, bets on Cang Ying winning are one-to-one."
"One-to-one? What’s the point of opening bets then?"
"Exactly, Mouse, you’re becoming more shaless."
"Pfft, I wasn’t even finished yet. This ti, it’s not just about who wins or loses, but about the ti as well. One minute as the base, each ten seconds doubles the payout, if Cang Ying wins in fifty seconds, it’s two-to-one; forty seconds, three-to-one."
"And within ten seconds?"
"Ten-to-one."
"Ha, Mouse, are you planning a huge end-of-year giveaway? It’s rare for you to bleed so much. I’ll bet a hundred thousand on Cang Ying."
"One hundred and fifty thousand, Cang Ying."
"I’ll take eighty thousand."
"Cang Ying, I’ve bet all my savings on you; if you dare lose, I swear I’ll rip your head off and use it as a soccer ball."
Cang Ying, hearing the bets behind him, smirked coldly. "Mouse, you better prepare to go bankrupt; I don’t need ten seconds to deal with him."
"Just three counts will be enough."
Cang Ying flexed his muscles like an old eagle eyeing its prey, his lips curling into an arc. He pointed a finger at Li Feng and made a throat-slitting gesture at his neck.
"You’re dead at."
Li Feng watched the chaos, his toes tapping the ground as he swiftly moved toward Cang Ying, who t him head-on.
The distance of five or six ters was just a few steps for them.
The two clashed head-on.
Cang Ying, with a fierce montum, reached straight for Li Feng. His murderous aura was oppressive like Mount Tai bearing down upon him, far beyond the rookies below; Cang Ying was one of the Sky Wolf Association’s top assassins.
Life and death had long beco commonplace for him; killing was as natural to him as eating and drinking.
This also bred an indescribable murderous aura in him, a presence that was unclear yet palpable, affecting the senses of anyone around him; ordinary people would tremble if he so much as glanced at them.
The reason Cang Ying looked down on the bodyguards on the second floor was that, although they ca from a training camp, most had never seen real bloodshed. Even those who had, it was nothing more than street fights—child’s play, utterly kindergarten level.
So what if Li Feng could make it to the third floor.
Was he just a bit better than garbage?
Hmph.
Cang Ying sneered coldly, seeing Li Feng as nothing but a dead man, as if a re chick dared to challenge him.
So overconfident.
At that instant,
Li Feng suddenly arched his back and leaped forward, speeding up like lightning and instantly arriving in front of Cang Ying, leaving Cang Ying grabbing at air.
A look of astonishnt crossed his face.
Li Feng swiftly closed the distance.
In National Martial Arts, there’s a saying: "Tai Chi soothes the world, Eight Diagrams settle the cosmos."
Among the Eight Diagrams, there’s one move most powerful.
Baji Break.
Cang Ying was broad-shouldered and robust, weighing at least 230 or 240 pounds; standing there, he towered over Li Feng.
Yet the outco was...
With a snap,
Cang Ying’s chest suddenly made a muffled sound of breaking bones, his chest caved in, and his huge body lifted off the ground, flying backward.
It was as if he had been hit by a speeding truck; his body flew five or six ters and heavily fell to the ground.
Whoosh!
All the Blood Wolves betting were dumbstruck.
What was going on?
Could they not play happily anymore?
Cang Ying had been KO’d in three seconds.
The young n had not even recovered from their shock; did this an all their fortunes had gone down the drain? Li Feng had already dashed over.
"Go."
"..."
The previously arrogant Blood Wolves imdiately experienced the bitterness of the downstairs bodyguards; what was this guy’s background?
"Everyone, together."
The Blood Wolves were not incompetent. Those who could be so arrogant all had so skills, especially since their positions in the Sky Wolf Dark Departnt were not secured by relationships or backgrounds.
Leaning against the wall, a young man pushed his gold-rimd glasses and watched as Blood Wolves surrounded Li Feng, imdiately straightening up to watch the fight.
With a flick of his sleeve, a surgical knife suddenly appeared in his hand.
The young man stepped forward toward the frontline of the battle.
Due to the limited space in the corridor, not every bodyguard could rush up and confront Li Feng; those falling behind noticed the young man’s action.
"Mr. Wei, we can handle this person; you stepping in personally is like using a sledgehamr to crack a nut."
The young man looked at the sycophantic bodyguard.
"He’s stronger than you think."
"Huh?"
The bodyguard looked at the young man in surprise, not understanding why he would say that; did you two know each other?
Before the bodyguard could figure it out, a flash passed through the young man’s hand, and the sharp surgical knife instantly swept across the other’s neck.
The bodyguard looked at the resolutely acting young man in shock, confusion written all over his face.
Why?
As the bodyguard clutched his neck, blood gushed out like a fountain; the young man next to him also showed a trace of astonishnt but did not move; the young man’s surgical knife had already pierced his throat.
The young man’s movents were not fast, appearing thodical but with the rhythm of a pianist; with each step, he killed a person, leaving the bodyguards dying without understanding why.
Why?
Long Ao had brought a total of thirteen bodyguards, a small number but enough to stir up a storm of blood and violence.
"Why?"
Finally, a bodyguard perceived the young man’s assassination intent, raised his arm to block, and instantly a wound flowed down his arm, ruining the arm but saving his life.
"You, you dare betray Lord Long."
The young man returned a disdainful sneer, "You could have died painlessly; why choose such a painful way to die?"
The young man stepped forward; his surgical knife danced like a butterfly, the bodyguard’s body instantly marked by nurous cuts.
The sharpness of the surgical knife not only easily tore through clothes but skin was no issue either; in almost a breath, more than twenty muscles on the bodyguard’s upper body were severed.
Let alone fighting back, even moving an inch was impossible.
"Why?"
"Do you really want to know?"
The young man smiled; the next second, a swift Kiss Throat move, "Then go ask King Yan in netherworld."
Snap.
Li Feng broke the last bodyguard’s neck, looked up at the young man who lifted his head and pushed his gold-rimd glasses.
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