Chapter Nine: A Series of Attacks

In Chu Feng’s left hand was a surgical scalpel, its blade thin as a cicada’s wing, which flashed across the assassin’s throat. Instantly, blood spurted forth; the assassin, in despair, pressed his hands to his neck, trying to stem the bleeding. Yet after a dozen seconds, he collapsed into the spreading crimson pool.

Having disposed of the two assassins, Chu Feng stepped forward, placing the wristwatch he wore against their waists. The hands of the watch spun wildly, completing forty revolutions before coming to a halt. The numbers on the watch changed from forty to eighty. Each assassin had another twenty years of life—clearly, both had committed many evil acts in their time.

After absorbing the remaining lifespan of these two, Old Wang approached, gazing at the corpses with a look of undisguised shock. He had not expected Chu Feng’s skills to be so formidable; within less than a minute, he had dispatched two killers. Even among the ranks of Dragon Scale, few possessed such prowess.

“It seems I was right about you after all,” Old Wang said, clapping Chu Feng’s shoulder, his expression full of gratification.

Suddenly, Chu Feng sensed a gust of wind behind him. Instinctively, he crouched low, pulling Old Wang forward by a meter. With a tremendous crash, Chu Feng had barely halted before a loud noise echoed behind him. He turned to see a burly man, nearly two meters tall, standing there, coldly staring at him.

The murderous wind Chu Feng had felt was from this man’s punch. Out of the corner of his eye, Chu Feng saw the giant’s fist had struck a nearby car. The car door was caved in, and the windshield cracked—a testament to the tremendous force behind the blow.

“Who are you? I don’t think we’ve met. Why are you after me?” Chu Feng stood, brushing dust from his clothes. Old Wang remained silent, evidently unfamiliar with the giant as well.

“Who I am is not important. All you need to know is that a year from today will be the anniversary of your deaths.” With that, the giant swung his fist at Chu Feng.

Chu Feng pushed Old Wang aside and punched back, though his fist seemed small in comparison to the giant’s.

Bang! Their fists collided, the thunderous sound echoing through the parking lot. Chu Feng staggered back two steps from the impact, while the giant retreated five, his hand dripping blood.

“You despicable wretch, using hidden weapons against me!” The giant glared at Chu Feng, his voice dark and sinister. He had felt a stab of excruciating pain when their fists met, convinced Chu Feng had concealed something sharp.

“If we’re speaking of despicable acts, it’s you and your fellows. If I hadn’t reacted quickly, your two accomplices would have killed me.”

With those words, Chu Feng hurled three scalpels. Though the giant was broad and strong, his speed was impressive; as the scalpels flew, he dodged aside, escaping their deadly arc.

Clang, clang, clang—the scalpels embedded themselves deeply into the car behind the giant. Turning, he saw the handles sunk deep into the metal. Hissing in surprise, he realized the sheer force behind Chu Feng’s throw. Had he not evaded in time, he would surely have been killed by those blades.

Seeing his attack had missed, Chu Feng flipped his palms, producing four more scalpels from who knows where.

“This man is too strong. I am no match for him now, especially with his uncanny hidden weapons. Better to retreat and fight another day.”

With that thought, the giant pulled two stone-like objects from his pocket and smashed them to the ground. With a thunderous boom, a thick cloud of smoke billowed before Chu Feng.

Reacting quickly, Chu Feng tossed four scalpels into the smoke, hoping at least one would hit.

He heard a soft thud as the blade struck flesh and rushed forward. Passing through the smoke, he saw a pool of blood on the ground, but the giant was nowhere to be seen.

Chu Feng narrowed his eyes. He hadn’t expected his first trip to the capital to be met with such hostility—almost killed by two gunmen lurking in the shadows.

He stood for a moment, reflecting. These three had targeted him and Old Wang. He had come at Old Wang's invitation to treat a veteran, yet their objective seemed solely to eliminate him. That veteran must possess many secrets.

“Chu Feng, are you alright?” Old Wang hurried over, checking for injuries. He had invited Chu Feng to the capital specifically to save the veteran, and if anything happened to Chu Feng, the man’s life might not be saved.

“I’m fine. But my first day in the capital, and I’m greeted with such a lavish welcome—I’ll remember this for a lifetime.”

Though Chu Feng’s tone was calm, Old Wang could hear the murderous intent beneath it; Chu Feng had nearly been killed by three unknown assailants.

“Let’s go. I’ll take you to treat the veteran first. I’ll have today’s events thoroughly investigated.” Old Wang led Chu Feng to a car, arranged ahead of time for their transport.

“Run!” As they reached the car, Chu Feng suddenly pulled Old Wang back, sprinting away. Moments later, the vehicle Old Wang had arranged exploded with a deafening roar.

The blast swept Chu Feng away, and Old Wang’s face was grim. He had never imagined that his own car would be rigged with explosives. If Chu Feng hadn’t dragged him clear, he would surely have died in the blast.

Chu Feng’s face was equally grim. As he approached the car, he’d heard a faint beeping, didn’t think much of it, but was plagued by a sense of foreboding. So he pulled Old Wang back, and together they dodged just in time.

Had they not moved, they would have been blown to bits. Fortunately, Chu Feng’s sense of danger was keen.

The explosion was heard by the military police on duty at the airport, who were already rushing toward the site. If word spread of a bombing at the capital’s airport, it would surely cause a tremendous uproar.