The Capital's Dragon Doctor

It was then that Yang Hao realized the intel on Lin Feng was completely wrong.

This wasn't a mission that should have been priced at a mere one million. With such terrifying strength, almost no one could handle him, save for a select few.

'Lin Feng... a mission on him should be worth at least a hundred million!'

At this thought, cold sweat began to bead on Yang Hao's forehead, but it was already too late to run.

As a man who killed for a living, he knew exactly what was contained in Lin Feng's gaze.

It was killing intent—unparalleled killing intent!

If he gave Lin Feng even the slightest opening, Lin Feng would strike him down without a moment's hesitation.

And now, even if he tried to flee, Lin Feng wouldn't let him go.

Lin Feng sneered. "Your strength is barely passable. Just enough to be my whetstone. Now, you can die in peace!"

Lin Feng's tone was detached. The moment the words left his mouth, his figure blurred, transforming into a phantom that lunged at Yang Hao!

"BOOM!"

A savage side kick, carrying the force of a gale, howled as it shot toward Yang Hao!

Yang Hao's pupils constricted. A look of terror finally appeared on his face. He never expected that, before Lin Feng, he would feel the cold grip of death!

However, he was a decisive and ruthless man. The pressure of a life-or-death situation actually awakened his latent potential.

His eyes turned crimson as he straightened his arms, bracing himself to block Lin Feng's kick head-on.

"THUD!"

The two forces collided with a dull thud. Then, to the astonishment of everyone watching, Yang Hao was sent flying backward by the force of Lin Feng's kick.

He crashed heavily onto the ground, the intense pain in his chest nearly causing him to pass out.

"You..." SPLURT!

Yang Hao clutched his chest, spitting out a mouthful of blood. His face was ashen, but he still struggled to his feet. "You can't kill me! If you do, the Rose Mercenary Corps won't let you get away with it!"

Hearing this, a mocking expression crossed Lin Feng's face. "The Rose Mercenary Corps? Heh."

But his expression quickly changed. He stared intently at Yang Hao and said, word by word, "Tell me who your employer is, and I'll give you a quick death."

"Don't think your so-called training will help you endure my methods. My torture will be far crueler than you can possibly imagine!"

Lin Feng's voice was sinister, enough to send a chill down anyone's spine.

Yang Hao shuddered and swallowed hard, but his reply was firm. "No comment."

Lin Feng's eyes grew colder. "It seems you've chosen to do this the hard way."

His right foot stomped down again, and this time, he held nothing back.

"AHH—"

The next second, a blood-curdling scream erupted from Yang Hao. Lin Feng's foot had stomped straight through his calf, embedding it deep into the ground.

What's more, Lin Feng was slowly grinding his foot, and the coppery stench of blood filled the air. It was Yang Hao's!

"AHHHH! Stop, stop!"

Yang Hao wailed miserably, struggling with all his might. But under Lin Feng's oppressive force, his struggles were completely futile.

Yang Hao's pants were soaked red, and both of his knees were forced to the ground. The muscles around them were completely torn, blood streaming from the wounds.

He roared madly, every muscle in his body straining to break free, but in the face of absolute power, he was utterly weak and helpless.

His only prayer now was that Lin Feng wouldn't continue to grind his leg to pulp.

"CRACK!"

With a sudden, crisp snap, Yang Hao's leg bone broke. Excruciating pain shot through him, and he let out another wretched scream.

"I don't know..."

He clenched his jaw, trying to keep his voice steady. "Just kill me. This information is meaningless to you anyway. You'll die at the hands of the Rose Mercenary Corps sooner or later."

"You think that's supposed to scare me?"

Lin Feng's gaze grew even colder. As soon as he spoke, he threw a sudden punch that smashed into Yang Hao's shoulder.

"CRACK!"

Yang Hao's entire arm was dislocated, the sound of shattering bone twisting his face into a grimace. The pain was beyond human endurance!

"Speak. Who's the employer."

Lin Feng's eyes were glacial as he looked down on him as if he were an ant.

"I'll never tell. You can kill me, but you'll get nothing," Yang Hao said coldly.

Lin Feng's gaze turned even more frigid. He raised his foot and stomped down again. This time, Yang Hao's kneecap was completely shattered!

"AH!"

Yang Hao screamed, his eyes bloodshot as he glared daggers at Lin Feng. "Lin Feng, I'll haunt you to your grave!"

"SLAP!"

The next moment, Lin Feng raised his hand and viciously slapped Yang Hao across the face.

"Whether or not I'll be haunted by your ghost is not something you're worthy of knowing. You should worry about yourself first."

Before his words had even faded, Lin Feng raised his foot and brought it down again, showing not an ounce of mercy.

To his friends and those close to him, Lin Feng, despite his cold exterior, could be considered an exceptionally kind person.

But when facing his enemies, he would make them understand just how cruel Satan could be!

"SPLURT!"

Yang Hao's abdomen caved in instantly. He coughed up several mouthfuls of blood mixed with stomach acid as his body convulsed. His eyes bulged, and he looked as if he could die at any second.

He had completely lost the ability to fight.

"You shouldn't have provoked me."

Lin Feng said softly, then grabbed him by the hair. He pulled up the dazed Yang Hao and, at the same time, inserted a silver needle into an acupoint on his scalp.

"This acupoint will amplify your body's sensations by about ten times. If you're really as tough as you act, then endure it."

"Afterward, I'll give you a quick death."

"Or you can tell me right now who gave you your orders."

Yang Hao's eyes bulged. He bit down hard, forcing himself to stay conscious.

But in the next moment, the constant pain wracking his body suddenly intensified, reaching a level that was impossible to describe with words!

"NNGH!"

Yang Hao couldn't help but let out a groan.

He felt as if his internal organs were on fire. Every breath seemed to take a lifetime of effort!

Lin Feng's face was expressionless; he didn't even furrow his brow. He was like an emotionless machine, quietly waiting for Yang Hao's answer.

And Yang Hao was indeed stubborn. Even under such brutal torture, he kept his mouth firmly shut, refusing to give up any information.

But as time wore on, after three minutes, he couldn't take it anymore.

"I'll talk... I'll talk! Stop torturing me! I'll tell you who the employer is! Kill me, I'm begging you, just kill me now!"

Yang Hao roared, veins bulging on his forehead. He was on the verge of total collapse.

Lin Feng stopped what he was doing, his eyes narrowing as he watched Yang Hao.