The Capital's Dragon Doctor

「In another manor.」

The opulence of the decor here reached a level unimaginable to the average person.

Wang Zeping sat on a high-end leather sofa. Beside him were two middle-aged men in black, exuding a thick, murderous aura.

Both middle-aged men were Martial Artists. Although their cultivation wasn't high, the murderous aura they radiated was intense.

Their names were Liu Wenqing and Zhao Ming. They were both Martial Artists of the Wang Family, hired by Wang Zeping at great expense for his personal protection.

These two both possessed the strength of Postnatal Martial Artists, their combat prowess terrifying to behold.

However, they were not the ones being sent to kill Lin Feng. That task was for someone else.

As a minor Elder of the Wang Family, he had his own information channels and naturally knew that Lin Feng was an Innate Martial Artist—a truly formidable existence in the Mortal Realm.

But that didn't mean Lin Feng was invincible!

"Hmph! I'd like to see just how capable that brat really is."

Wang Zeping's expression was grim, his eyes glinting with malice. But then, a sinister smirk crept onto his lips as he sneered.

"If that's the case, let him have his fun for a little while longer. Tonight will be your death anniversary!"

He had already decided that he would tear this Lin Feng limb from limb and feed him to the dogs!

The Wang Family was not to be trifled with.

"Yes, Elder Wang!"

Liu Wenqing and Zhao Ming bowed in unison, then their figures vanished in an instant. They were members of the Dark Department, responsible for monitoring all activity in Xijing City.

"Haha, Lin Feng, just you wait! Tonight is destined to be the night you're silenced forever!"

Wang Zeping stood by the window, gazing into the distance with a cruel, savage grin on his face.

He could hardly wait. After tonight, he would use Lin Feng's blood to wash away this evening's humiliation.

Time slowly trickled by.

The events of the afternoon banquet didn't cause much of a stir.

After all, only the upper echelons of Xijing were aware of what had happened. It had little to no impact on the common people.

As evening fell, a private jet landed at Xijing International Airport.

Four burly, middle-aged men disembarked. They were all dressed in tight-fitting black outfits, their bulging muscles making them look exceptionally robust.

Each of the four had a five-star emblem on their shoulder, signifying that they were Martial Artists of the Wang Family.

And every single one of them had reached the Peak of Postnatal Realm, just one step away from the Innate realm.

Four men. Four Postnatal Martial Artists!

And this wasn't even the full extent of the Wang Family's combat strength.

As one of the top families, the power wielded by the Wang Family was enough to strike fear into anyone's heart. They possessed countless riches, immeasurable authority, and innumerable Martial Artists. Even their various secret research projects formed the foundation upon which the Wang Family stood.

After disembarking, the four Wang Family Martial Artists walked straight out of the airport. They didn't take a car or a taxi, as the Wang Family forbade them from using vehicles or aircraft. This was a rule, an ironclad law.

Once they left the airport, they headed straight for the suburbs.

Their destination was none other than the Northwest Suburbs, the location of the Xijing Military District—the Wang Family's main base of operations in Xijing.

They moved quickly, arriving at the Xijing Military District compound in just about half an hour.

Security here was ironclad. Soldiers armed with live ammunition stood guard at intervals of just a few meters.

The four men walked into the compound. The guards were strict, and patrol teams were constantly making their rounds. However, no one stopped them. Instead, the guards bowed respectfully, their attitude one of utmost reverence.

The four of them passed straight through the security cordon and walked up to the main building.

A plaque hung on the building: Northwest Military Region Headquarters.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!

The four men came to a large office and knocked on the door. After a moment, a voice called out from inside.

Pushing the door open and entering, they saw Wang Zeping sitting on a sofa with a smile on his face, speaking with a young man in a uniform.

The young man appeared to be about twenty years old. He was handsome, with an upright posture that gave him an imposing aura without him needing to be angry—an air of authority cultivated from years in a high position.

Wang Zeping seemed quite deferential in front of this young man. He wore a fawning smile and constantly flattered him, but the young man's expression was filled with impatience.

"What is it? Is there something else?"

The young man glanced up at them before his gaze returned to the newspaper on the table, asking nonchalantly.

"No, nothing. We'll be depending on you to eliminate Lin Feng tonight."

A smile plastered on his face, Wang Zeping quickly waved his hands. "I have nothing else. Please, go and get ready."

"Mm, I'm about done here. Let's go, then."

The young man nodded indifferently, then gathered his things, stood up, and left.

As he was about to leave, Wang Zeping eagerly saw him to the door.

「...」

The once-bustling Linhai Manor was now completely deserted, with only Lin Feng sitting alone in the center of the courtyard, quietly drinking tea.

This was the same tea he had been drinking since noon today.

VROOOM!

Suddenly, the roar of a car engine echoed through the air.

Lin Feng's eyes narrowed, a sharp glint flashing in their depths. He had already sensed an anomaly—it was killing intent.

Moreover, it was the killing intent of Postnatal Martial Artists!

This surprised him somewhat. He didn't know the strength of the people the Wang Family had dispatched, but they were certainly not simple.

But he wasn't worried. In fact, he was looking forward to it. He was also curious. 'I wonder who's stronger, me or a Postnatal Martial Artist?'

THUD.

The sound of heavy footsteps drew closer. Just three seconds later, several black figures rapidly approached Lin Feng, heading straight for him.

"Die!"

Two of them roared, throwing punches that flew toward Lin Feng's head with terrifying destructive power.

Another expert, at the Peak of Postnatal Realm, flicked his wrist and drew two daggers, viciously stabbing toward Lin Feng's legs.

"Heh."

A mocking smile touched Lin Feng's lips as he shifted his body slightly to the side.

The two fists and the sharp blades grazed past the tip of his nose, failing to cause him even the slightest injury.

"Hm?"

Seeing this, the expert with the daggers, a master at the Peak of Postnatal Realm, raised an eyebrow. He hadn't expected Lin Feng to dodge his strike. Though he wasn't injured, he had lost face.

He immediately let out a furious shout, leaped into mid-air, and swung his dagger. A streak of silvery-white light shot out, aimed straight for Lin Feng's chest.

Lin Feng's expression remained relaxed, as if he were completely unaware of the approaching danger.

SWISH!

A piercing whistle suddenly cut through the air. With a flick of his fingers, Lin Feng sent two silver needles shooting out like streaks of light, instantly striking the vicious dagger.

CLINK!

A crisp sound rang out as Lin Feng's two silver needles pinned the dagger firmly to the wall.

CRACK!