Chapter 71: The Methods of a Wulin Overlord

“Could it be that there was something in the wine? Was it drugged?” Only now did Chen Yufeng realize something was wrong, inwardly cursing his luck. As if confirming his suspicions, five or six men in black, armed with short guns, suddenly rushed in from all directions.

They were none other than Zhao Tianlong’s personal bodyguards. Each one stood nearly six feet tall, exuding a fierce presence entirely different from that of common street thugs. It was clear at a glance that they were professionally trained and well-versed in combat.

“Kid, you’ve got guts, daring to offend Dragon Boss?” The moment the bodyguards arrived, they kicked Chen Yufeng to the ground and began to punch and stomp him. His body felt limp and powerless, leaving him unable to resist. After a few feeble struggles, he was completely drained of strength, forced to watch helplessly as fists and boots rained down on him.

At that moment, Zhao Tianlong strode over, arms around two seductive women—the bikini-clad beauty and Yao Na. Chen Yufeng’s heart clenched at their appearance. He guessed that the domineering middle-aged man must be Zhao Tianlong himself, and the two women were his mistresses.

Suddenly, everything became clear. He realized he had walked right into a carefully laid trap. They had been waiting for him to deliver himself into their hands.

Heh, not bad—this man was indeed formidable and cunning.

Zhao Tianlong said nothing as he approached, simply stepping on Chen Yufeng’s chest, grinding his heel viciously. His sharp eyes bore coldly into Chen Yufeng. “Who sent you to kill me?”

Chen Yufeng, hoping to play along and act tough for some reward points, feigned terror and explained, “Boss Zhao, you’ve misunderstood. I’ve admired you for a long time and asked about you only because I wanted to find an opportunity to show my loyalty and serve under you.”

“Nonsense. I can see the lie in your eyes. Tell me, who’s pulling your strings?” Zhao Tianlong obviously didn’t buy his story.

“You really have the wrong idea, Boss Zhao. If I were here to kill you, wouldn’t I have brought a weapon? You can see I have nothing on me—how could I be an assassin?”

“You think that’s enough to make me believe you?” Zhao Tianlong shot him a cold glance and smirked mockingly. “Let me tell you, from the moment you started asking about my whereabouts, you stepped into a trap I’d set up. The security guard outside Tenglong Group was my first line of defense. Yao Na was the second. The driver who brought you here was the third.”

“All of them are my people. From the instant you started making inquiries, I was ready to shut the door and hunt the dog. Anyone I sense to be even a slight threat must die. Do you know how many people before you have come here to die?”

Chen Yufeng was stunned. Impressive—this man truly lived up to his reputation as an underworld boss. His method was ruthless, luring those who dared to ask about him, step by step, into his meticulously designed trap.

From the very beginning, Chen Yufeng had seen nothing suspicious. He’d paid the security guard at the entrance of Tenglong Group for information, was directed to the bar where informants sold news, and then paid for information there. Everything had seemed completely normal—who could have guessed it was an elaborate snare?

An ordinary assassin would have fallen into this deadly web and perished without even realizing it.

“I’ll give you one last chance. Who is your mastermind?” Zhao Tianlong pressed the muzzle of his gun to Chen Yufeng’s head, his eyes flashing with a murderous gleam. The other five or six bodyguards also aimed their weapons at various parts of his body.

If they fired now, he’d be riddled with bullets in an instant, his body torn to shreds.

“Wait, Dragon Boss, hold on a moment.” Yao Na stepped in, blocking Zhao Tianlong and the others. She gave Chen Yufeng a sultry smile. “Handsome, you should just confess. I’m really doing you a favor—otherwise, you’ll die a terrible death.”

“What do you want me to confess? I’m truly innocent,” Chen Yufeng replied, his tone firm and his expression calm. Of course, he had no intention of telling the truth.

As the bodyguards continued to beat and kick him, they shouted, “Innocent? Who do you think you are, asking about Dragon Boss? That’s like trying to track the emperor’s movements in ancient times—a capital offense, punishable by death! Do you understand?”

Yao Na glanced at Chen Yufeng and teased, “Don’t your assassin organizations bother to teach a bit of intelligence? To come to Tenglong Group and openly ask about Dragon Boss—what a blunder! I’m actually impressed by your stupidity.”

“Sigh, you’re so young—it’s a pity you’ll be shark food soon. My heart aches for you.”

“Shut up!” Chen Yufeng wished he could slap this woman dead.

“You blind dog, looking for death?”

“Idiot, what are you staring at? Bite me if you dare.”

“Worthless fool, you call yourself an assassin? You have the guts to try to kill Dragon Boss? Overestimating yourself. Not convinced? Stand up and fight me.”

Hearing him talk back, the guards responded with a storm of abuse, their boots stomping down again. In their eyes, Chen Yufeng was now nothing more than a dead dog, utterly helpless.

Meanwhile, Zhao Tianlong and his two sensual companions flirted and watched the spectacle. Scenes like this had played out countless times before—just another doomed soul eliminated.

The trap Zhao Tianlong had devised was indeed flawless. The drug slipped into Chen Yufeng’s drink was not ordinary—it was a specially formulated muscle-weakening agent. Whether ordinary people or martial artists, once under its effects, would become completely powerless.

Colorless and tasteless, its effects came on gradually, taking about an hour and a half to fully manifest—precisely the time needed to drive from the Maserati Bar to this place. Zhao Tianlong’s driver had timed it perfectly, with almost no margin for error. And even if there was a discrepancy, Zhao Tianlong had backup plans. His preparations were airtight.

“Throw him in the pool and feed him to my great white sharks,” Zhao Tianlong ordered, having lost his patience.

“Yes, Dragon Boss.” The bodyguards obeyed, preparing to lift Chen Yufeng and toss him into the water for the sharks. They jeered as they went:

“Kid, do you know how you’re going to die? Let me tell you—you’re about to be torn apart and devoured piece by piece by those two ferocious great whites.”

“Haha, it’s going to be a painful process. Enjoy it while you can.”

“Thinking of begging us for a quick bullet? Don’t count on it—we won’t let you off that easy. You had the nerve to come courting death and offend Dragon Boss—this is what you get.”