"Lei Haixuan is bringing his people over. They should arrive in about ten minutes!" Yang Fei reported truthfully.
As his words fell, Ling Feng's gaze sharpened further as he looked down.
Suddenly, the surrounding streets erupted into widespread chaos. People were fleeing rapidly, as if a plague had broken out.
Even the bodyguards in black were bewildered by the situation, growing increasingly uneasy.
This was not Ling Feng's doing, which meant only one thing: Lei Haixuan's presence alone was enough to intimidate everyone present, even before he arrived.
First, they would clear the crowd, trapping Ling Feng completely, and then they could ravage him without restraint!
Seeing Ling Feng and the other person whispering with their backs to him, Huang Yancheng quickly strode forward.
"Damn it, you two show-offs, waiting on the rooftop edge to get kicked by me? Turn around, I want to see what you two dogs look like!"
Wei Ziming also waved his hand at the people behind him, saying, "Grab these two pretentious fellows for me. How dare you extort me, Wei Ziming? Today, I'll let you know what a price is!"
As the arrogant shouts from behind subsided, the footsteps of the martial artists grew more urgent.
Ling Feng waved his hand casually at Yang Fei. "Time's up. Bring over everyone who refused to come. Make these two barking mad dogs kneel."
"Yes!"
Yang Fei took out his phone, quickly issued an order, and his figure turned into a phantom as he charged towards those people.
Bang bang!
In an instant, all the martial arts experts collapsed without even a chance to fight!
Wei Ziming and Huang Yancheng's shouts instantly vanished.
"This, how is this possible? I invited two Outer Force masters!"
"Damn it, I brought three Outer Force masters. Who, who exactly are you?"
The two stared at Ling Feng's retreating back as if they had seen a ghost, and as they exclaimed in terror, crisp sounds reached their ears.
Crack!
It was the sound of bones shattering.
The two immediately fell to their knees, their kneecaps crushed. The concrete floor of the rooftop cracked, with fissures spreading like terrifying devil's tentacles.
"Ah! My legs, my legs..."
Huang Yancheng wailed, unable to maintain his kneeling posture, and collapsed to the side, struggling like a dead dog.
Wei Ziming's eyes widened to their limit. He stared at Ling Feng's back in horror and roared, "Who, who exactly are you? I am Wei Ziming of the Wei family. My Wei family will not let you go!"
"I have no intention of letting your Wei family go either!" Ling Feng said indifferently.
Instantly, a strong wind swept through the surroundings. The bright moon that had been high in the sky was now shrouded in dark clouds.
Wei Ziming and Huang Yancheng's voices immediately stopped. Then, both of them instinctively looked up at the sky.
In their eyes, the moon was now blood-red!
A blood moon in the sky, a sign of great ill fortune!
Today was indeed a day of great misfortune for them.
They had thought they could easily deal with the person who posted the video, but unexpectedly, just two people had managed to take them all down!
Wei Ziming trembled all over. He smelled death.
"Who are you? Do you know that besides us, Lei Hai Group is also in that video..."
Before Wei Ziming could finish speaking, footsteps sounded from behind.
Whoosh!
Immediately after, a sound of something cutting through the air was heard.
When the two recovered, they saw a tough man in camouflage landing in front of them. In his hand, he held a person whose limbs were bound.
"Report, mission accomplished!"
The camouflage-clad tough man gave a standard military salute and then stood by, motionless as a statue cast in steel!
Ling Feng, standing on the rooftop, finally turned around slowly.
His eyes held no emotion.
He looked down at the bound person kneeling before him, groaning softly, and a cold killing intent flashed in his eyes.
"His name is..."
Yang Fei had just started to speak when Ling Feng interrupted him.
"He's called a dead man!"
Yang Fei's heart trembled violently. He could already feel the killing aura gradually emanating from Ling Feng!
It was clear that Ling Feng was no longer interested in knowing these people's names.
Yang Fei dared not delay and quickly removed the black hood from the person's head.
A very young face appeared, not yet twenty-two years old.
He looked around frantically, not noticing the two people with broken legs behind him.
Soon, the panic in his eyes disappeared, and he stared intently at Ling Feng.
Pfft!
He spat out the foul-smelling sock that had been stuffed into his mouth, and then arrogantly shouted at Ling Feng.
"No matter who you are, you're dead! How dare you tie me up and bring me here? You'll die a horrible death!"
"My bodyguards will track you down here soon. My family is very rich; we can smash you to death with money!"
Seeing the spoiled brat still shouting defiantly, Yang Fei was about to pick up the stinky sock from the ground and stuff it back into his mouth, but Ling Feng casually stopped him.
"Let him speak."
Stomp stomp stomp!
As soon as Ling Feng's words fell, hurried footsteps echoed from the surroundings.
Turning their heads, they saw several soldiers in camouflage uniforms rushing from the rooftop entrance, and then calmly landing in front of Ling Feng!
In their hands were people with black hoods over their heads.
This action immediately stunned the rich second-generation brat who had been shouting beside them.
And Huang Yancheng and Wei Ziming, who had arrived first, had their breathing quicken.
Wei Ziming, catching sight of the first person brought over by the moonlight, exclaimed in surprise.
"Young Master Cheng?"
This Young Master Cheng had an even greater background than Wei Ziming and the other.
The Cheng family was an old prestigious family in Hanjiang from years ago. In recent years, they had expanded to the imperial capital. This Young Master Cheng was sent to Hanjiang by the family for training, a process known as "gilding," after which he would inherit the family fortune.
His status and position were far beyond theirs!
Even Young Master Cheng had been captured, how could this not make Huang Yancheng and Wei Ziming's hearts turn cold?
The scent of death was drawing ever closer!
Young Master Cheng heard someone call him and quickly looked back.
At that glance, his pupils contracted sharply, and he exclaimed, "Wei Ziming, Huang Yancheng? You, you also received that video? Then these people are..."
As Young Master Cheng spoke, his eyes began to show panic.
The scene was too bizarre!
"What, what the hell is going on? What are you guys playing at?"
Young Master Cheng shouted in panic, but Ling Feng did not answer his question. The people beside him had hoods over their heads, and their muffled sounds prevented them from speaking.
As for Wei Ziming and Huang Yancheng behind him, they were too terrified to utter a word.