Chapter 181: Central South Sea Bodyguard
Watching Hua Buqi and the others walk away, Lin Zifeng also slowly turned and left; even Ye Wudao, who had just wanted to invite him for a drink, turned his head only to see that Lin Zifeng had already walked far away.
"Zhang Biao, go check out this guy’s background; I feel like his identity is somewhat strange."
Ye Wudao was highly suspicious; he still vividly remembered the incident at the club last time, but he didn’t dare to investigate Lin Zifeng casually without understanding his identity. Later, after making inquiries, he learned there was a Lin family in Yanjing, but Ye Wudao still couldn’t confirm whether this guy was from that Lin family of Yanjing.
Without another word, Zhang Biao lowered his head and followed in the direction Lin Zifeng had gone.
At this moment, Zhang Zhixin approached Ye Wudao with a peculiar expression.
He said with a strange smile, "Buddy, not bad at all."
Zhang Zhixin laughed oddly.
Having been so ignored, he had been irked, and seeing Lin Zifeng running off, he was just looking for a place to vent that anger.
"Oh! This friend of mine speaks rather interestingly," Ye Wudao said, raising an eyebrow, pretending not to understand, and turning around gracefully.
"Don’t play dumb with me. Tell me, what exactly did that kid say to you just now?"
"He just made a few jokes with me; do you really want to know?" Ye Wudao squinted his eyes, a hint of murderous intent flashed through them, but he was wearing glasses and Zhang Zhixin didn’t notice.
"Friend, I advise you, this is Zhonghai City. If you want to return unscathed, I suggest you be honest; otherwise, if you lose an arm or a leg later, don’t say I didn’t warn you."
Two fierce men stood behind Zhang Zhixin; they looked like the thugs he had hired.
Those in Zhonghai City who could afford bodyguards often came from quite extraordinary backgrounds.
Especially someone like Zhang Zhixin, outwardly elegant and inwardly foolish, relying on his powerful family background in Zhonghai City to swagger about, a typical frog in the well, blissfully unaware of the saying "there’s always someone better" from primary school through university. Let alone suspecting that a man, who appeared polite and unassuming, could be significant.
"Oh! Are you threatening me?"
Ye Wudao found this to be one of the funniest jokes he had heard today; since birth, hardly anyone had ever spoken to him .
"This isn’t a threat; it’s a warning," Zhang Zhixin said, his eyes gleaming fiercely, like a clawing, bared-teeth demon.
"You’re very boring; I don’t have time to chat with you, goodbye!"
Ye Wudao ignored his presence and walked away, gradually disappearing into the crowd.
"What the hell are you!"
Zhang Zhixin cursed fiercely.
Seeing Ye Wudao walking away, he ordered the two thugs behind him to follow. Having been ignored by Lin Zifeng and now by someone else, this lack of acknowledgement was nearly driving Zhang Zhixin insane. If he had been just an ordinary person, it might not have mattered, but he wasn’t; in Zhonghai City, Zhang Zhixin was somewhat well-known. How could he swallow this insult?
Little did he know, all this had been a trap set by Lin Zifeng. From the beginning, Lin Zifeng had seen that this guy was utterly foolish, intentionally flattering Ye Wudao to provoke him. Little did he know that this fool would really take the bait and start a feud with Ye Wudao.
After escorting Huahua to the plane, Lin Zifeng didn’t stop; he directly drove to the Zhonghai City dock.
After parking his car, Lin Zifeng stood by the abandoned containers at the dock and leisurely began smoking a cigarette.
This dock had been abandoned for many years; almost every year, Zhonghai City disposed of containers and ships here, and over time, the area had become a vast cluster of abandoned containers and ships, filling the surroundings for miles.
After finishing a cigarette, Lin Zifeng smiled involuntarily.
With a calm expression, he looked towards the dock and said, "Friend, since you’ve come, why not show yourself? Why hide?"
"Haha... I knew you had already noticed me, no wonder you deliberately lured me here."
At that moment, Ye Wudao’s close bodyguard, Zhang Biao, emerged fiercely from among the containers.
He twisted his head from left to right, his neck emitting rhythmic "crackling" sounds of his bones.
His movements were light as a feather, as graceful as a dragon’s step, and tiger’s stride.
With his piercing eyes, Zhang Biao stared at Lin Zifeng’s radiant face.
"Don’t you like it here? Isn’t this exactly where you wanted to be?"
Lin Zifeng watched Zhang Biao with a playful, teasing look.
"This place is nice; it really suits me. But I wonder why you brought me here; aren’t you afraid?"
Zhang Biao said with a laugh.
"Afraid? Haha! What would I be afraid of?" Lin Zifeng was briefly stunned, then followed with a hearty laugh, his expression sunny and bright.
"Aren’t you afraid that I might kill you?"
Not far away, Zhang Biao strode towards Lin Zifeng with determination, each step bringing him closer, his eyes brimming with dense, cold-blooded intent to kill, because he knew Lin Zifeng’s strength was no less than his own. The more he faced an opponent whose strength matched his, the more his blood boiled with excitement.
Since he had been working for Ye Wudao, over the years doing his bidding, he had never met a true contender that moved him, even someone who could resist him for a few minutes would make him shout with exhilaration.
The former Central South Sea bodyguard, just this title could hint at his strength.
It’s important to know that the Central South Sea bodyguards aren’t like what Li Bianjie depicted in the movies; this organization is only directed by the state’s central government. They are neither army nor soldiers, but their capabilities surpass even those of the nation’s top special soldiers.
His solo combat ability could rightfully be described as invincible.
For Lin Zifeng, once called the King of Mercenaries, added with two years of training in Dark Prison, today was like a standoff on a knife’s edge.
Who was stronger wasn’t certain yet.
"Many years ago, people proclaimed they would kill me, but I have survived till now. Do you know why?"
"Why?" Zhang Biao’s demeanor drastically changed. His eyes already revealed an absolute ferocity.
"Because they are all dead. Dead and gone horribly." Lin Zifeng said, staring straight at the cerulean sky.
"Today, I hope you won’t show any mercy. I’d like to taste the threat of death!" Zhang Biao said contemptuously. Then he shouted, "Come on, Lin Zifeng!"
With that, Zhang Biao’s aura suddenly burst forth. His eyes teemed with murderous intent.
Like a fierce bloodthirsty lion, he pulled out two sharp knives from his waist and charged at Lin Zifeng with light steps, furiously advancing.
Since the opponent harbored intentions of killing Lin Zifeng, today he definitely wouldn’t let him leave alive. If strikes were to be exchanged, then a slaughter would ensue! He wouldn’t leave any potential threats to himself. Keeping a low profile was already sufficient; releasing a tiger back to the mountains was not an option, as it would be leaving behind a disaster.
Their auras exploded, like furious lions. It had been a long time since Zhang Biao had fought someone of this caliber. Once the fire of battle ignited, the inner depths of his killer instinct burst like a dam. A former Central South Sea bodyguard, day after day trained to kill, one could imagine how lonely these years had been for him.
Now that was good; he had finally collided with Lin Zifeng. Their last encounter at the club had only deepened their conflict.
Two meters away from Lin Zifeng, Zhang Biao’s legs moved like the wind, furiously stomping three steps on a discarded cargo container and, holding his war blade high, he ferociously slashed down directly at Lin Zifeng’s head from mid-air!
His speed was incredibly fast, like lightning. If Lin Zifeng was even slightly slow to react, his head might well have been chopped off.
Electricity sparked in Lin Zifeng’s eyes, and with a fierce and overpowering punch, he struck fiercely at Zhang Biao’s neck.
But the power of a knife is always far more ferocious than a fist. As Zhang Biao descended from the air, the sharp knife whistled through the void, instantly slicing open a bloody line on Lin Zifeng’s chest. Moreover, his knife technique was extremely tricky; seeing Lin Zifeng’s chest ripped open, Zhang Biao sinisterly pushed the knife handle forward half an inch.
A sudden intense pain erupted at the chest, and Lin Zifeng’s eyes sharpened. He immediately pulled back his fist, bent his right leg, and fiercely kneed Zhang Biao in the stomach.
Before Zhang Biao could thrust his sharp knife further, he was already sent flying by Lin Zifeng’s knee.
Upon landing, Zhang Biao wasn’t as worse off as imagined. With a fierce smile and a sinister expression, he looked at the wound on Lin Zifeng’s chest, sticking out his tongue to lick the blood residue on the knife, as if savoring Lin Zifeng’s blood, murmuring in amazement.
Seeing this, Lin Zifeng, rather than angry, was pleased, touching the blood trace on his chest with a bitter smile.
He hadn’t expected to be so careless just now, almost leading to eternal regret.
Zhang Biao shouted loudly, wielding his sharp knife and charging at Lin Zifeng again.
So fast that in a blink, he had closed the distance to Lin Zifeng. This time, Lin Zifeng was truly enraged by Zhang Biao’s unexpectedly ruthless and vicious moves. Every strike was lethal, every move extraordinarily crafty.
The raging battle spirit inside Lin Zifeng finally erupted. He pulled out his sturdy men’s leather belt from around his waist, using it as a weapon—a scene often seen in Li Bianjie’s movies....
As Zhang Biao advanced with his war blade, Lin Zifeng did not hesitate to whip out his belt and flung it fiercely.
The crisp sound of the belt striking echoed. Without any forewarning, it struck Zhang Biao squarely on the face.
A clear, audible mark of the belt’s impact appeared on Zhang Biao’s rugged face, causing him unbearable pain as he staggered backward.
Seeing the weapon used by Lin Zifeng, Zhang Biao was almost driven mad.
Zhang Biao was clearly enraged.
"What’s the matter? You are allowed to use a knife, but I can’t use a belt? Does it hurt?"
Lin Zifeng looked at him with a smile.
"It doesn’t hurt! Bring it on!" Zhang Biao roared.