As Lin Feng left the villa and prepared to return to the small two-story building, his phone rang. It was Yang Ming.
"Are you looking for me?" Lin Feng asked.
"Boss Lin, it's not me looking for you, it's Ling Feiyan who's in big trouble," Yang Ming replied. "She offended an international organization before, and now this organization has sent assassins to kill her. The Dragon Group has also arranged for people to protect Ling Feiyan in secret. But I think it's necessary for me to report this to you in advance." Yang Ming then explained the situation to Lin Feng.
Lin Feng finally understood why he hadn't seen Ling Feiyan at the villa. So this woman was in trouble.
"Alright, I understand. You've done well. When I finish my own business, I'll help you ascend to power." Lin Feng hung up the phone. He initially didn't want to meddle in Ling Feiyan's affairs. However, after careful consideration, he called Tombstone instead. "I need Ling Feiyan's location. Send it to me immediately." Tombstone dared not delay and sent Ling Feiyan's whereabouts to Lin Feng using the satellite positioning system.
At that time, in a废弃 factory on the outskirts of Qingcheng, Ling Feiyan was lured there. As soon as she got out of the car, a tall, burly Caucasian man walked out of the factory. This man was nearly 1.9 meters tall, with his face covered in knife scars, and he was carrying a large axe. The axe seemed to have chopped many people, its sharp blade filled with murderous intent from being stained with too much blood.
"Are you the assassin Butcher?" Ling Feiyan recognized the man. He was Butcher, ranked fifth on the assassin list.
"Officer Ling, you have some discernment. Unfortunately, you've offended someone you shouldn't have, and you're destined to become a soul under my axe!" Butcher revealed a bloodthirsty smile, raised his large axe, and charged at Ling Feiyan without a word.
Ling Feiyan knew that this battle was inevitable, and she immediately unleashed her full power, drawing a sharp dagger from her waist to meet Butcher. Since she began practicing辟谷 with Lin Feng, Ling Feiyan was surprised to find her speed had become much more agile. Her physical flexibility had also improved by leaps and bounds. Even when facing Butcher, she didn't believe she would definitely die today. This was why she had actively engaged him.
As expected, when Butcher and Ling Feiyan engaged in combat, Ling Feiyan held her ground. With her agile movements, she fought fiercely with Butcher.
"Officer Ling, it seems my intelligence was inaccurate. Your strength has improved significantly recently!" Butcher said with a faint smile, swinging his large axe with all his might. The axe collided with Ling Feiyan's dagger, and an unimaginably powerful force struck Ling Feiyan's arm, nearly causing a comminuted fracture. Butcher was known for his immense strength, instilling fear in countless people with his brute force alone. Although Ling Feiyan was agile, her strength was no match for Butcher's. Struck by Butcher's axe, she was sent flying back several meters. Her arm trembled incessantly, making it difficult to even grip the dagger.
"Officer Ling, you're still too green. Even with your improved strength, you will still die!" Butcher sneered. His burly body, as massive as a black bear, leaped high into the air and, with the momentum of splitting a mountain, furiously chopped down at Ling Feiyan's forehead.
Seeing the danger, Ling Feiyan immediately drew the revolver from her waist and pulled the trigger several times, aiming at Butcher. Butcher was unfazed. He used his indestructible axe to block in front of him. The bullets struck the axe with a clanging sound. Butcher's speed was not affected in the slightest, and he continued to grip the axe firmly, chopping towards Ling Feiyan. As the axe rapidly approached, Ling Feiyan felt enveloped by the aura of death. The axe sliced through the air, emitting a sound like a howling ghost. Ling Feiyan gradually lowered her arms, knowing her fate was sealed and having no desire to dodge. She had thought that with her improved strength, she could face opponents of a higher caliber. Only now did she realize with shock how vulnerable she still was in the face of absolute power.
However, facing death, Ling Feiyan felt no fear, only a sense of release. She had always believed that as the Dragon Group's top female general, she was truly deserving of her title. She had always thought she was superior to others, but as time went by, more and more people made her realize she was just a frog in a well, living in her own world and unaware of how terrifying the outside world was. Countless images flashed through her mind as she recalled her life. She suddenly felt her life was tragic. She had entered the martial arts world in her teens, practicing day and night, dreaming of one day joining the Dragon Group. After joining the Dragon Group, she solved numerous difficult cases, as if she had cheated her way through, smoothly ascending to a high-level position. Yet, she couldn't feel happy at all. When Lin Feng spanked her and mocked her relentlessly, she realized she had always been overconfident. Thus, she humbled herself and secretly learned from Lin Feng. She learned some of Lin Feng's skills but still couldn't defeat Butcher. She lost motivation and spirit, as if no matter how hard she tried, she could never escape the manipulation of fate. She was tired, truly tired. Perhaps death was the best release for her.
Ling Feiyan closed her eyes, feeling an unprecedented sense of relaxation. From this moment on, worldly grievances and affections were irrelevant to her. If there were a next life, she would rather be a well-behaved girl like Su Qingya, who competed for nothing and sought no attention. Even if life was harder, even if her status was more ordinary, she would live happily. With a god-like man like Lin Feng to cherish her, perhaps that would be a woman's destined life.
"Hey, I wasn't wrong to call you brainless. That giant axe is coming down at you, and you're not even dodging. Do you think your backside is big enough that you want it chopped smaller?" A man's teasing voice reached her ears. Ling Feiyan's eyes snapped open in astonishment. She found Lin Feng standing in front of her, his fingers like iron clamps, firmly gripping the descending axe from Butcher.