The Capital's Dragon Doctor

WHOOSH!

Lin Feng tapped his right foot lightly, covering the few meters in an instant. He then extended his index finger and flicked it gently against Wu San's forehead.

A trickle of crimson blood immediately appeared between Wu San's brows. His eyelids twitched, and his eyes shot open. He looked around in a daze, but his pupils contracted when he saw the composed expression on Lin Feng's face.

"What's wrong? Surprised I'm not hurt?"

A playful smile touched the corners of Lin Feng's lips as he watched Wu San with great interest.

Wu San's heart went cold at his words. A mocking smile was plastered on Lin Feng's face.

His lips pressed into a thin line, and a sharp glint flashed in his eyes. With a sudden flick of his wrist, the dagger shot out like a viper striking, carrying a biting wind as it stabbed viciously toward Lin Feng's throat.

"Still trying to fight back? Your spirit is commendable, but your strength is just too pathetic."

Ignoring the incoming dagger, Lin Feng didn't even spare it a glance. He simply waved his hand, striking his opponent squarely on the wrist.

To him, the human body was merely a collection of acupressure points.

Against someone so defenseless, he didn't even need to look to land an incredibly effective blow. With just two simple moves, Wu San was already injured and had temporarily lost his ability to fight.

THUMP!

Lin Feng threw a punch, hammering it into Wu San's stomach. Wu San cried out in pain, doubling over and collapsing to the ground, clutching his abdomen.

"What... what exactly do you want?"

Wu San's face was flushed red with pain, veins bulging on his forehead. He was clearly in agony.

"Tell me, where is that Wu Tianxiang fellow hiding now?"

Lin Feng asked, his tone ice-cold. He had to get to the bottom of this, or he wouldn't be able to eat or sleep in peace.

"Hmph, I'll never tell you. If you have the guts, then kill me!"

Wu San snorted and stared fearlessly at Lin Feng. He knew Lin Feng would definitely kill him. Since his fate was sealed, he might as well act tough. That way, the Wu Family wouldn't go after his family later.

Hearing Wu San's answer, a sinister smile played on Lin Feng's lips. He slowly paced over to Wu San, pausing in front of him for a moment.

"Since you're unwilling to talk, I hope you can withstand my methods."

With that, Lin Feng walked straight past him, circled around to his back, and with a light wave of his left hand, several silver needles appeared in his grasp. He inserted them into a few acupoints on Wu San's back and head.

'For a small fry like this, I don't even need to use my Golden Needles. Ordinary silver needles are more than enough.'

UGH!

Wu San began to struggle violently. He felt his entire body go limp and weak, yet it was also twitching uncontrollably. This feeling was truly a fate worse than death.

'What is happening? What the hell did this bastard do to me?!'

Wu San roared with a mixture of shock and fury.

"You won't get away with this! Even if I die, you can't escape. The Wu Family will definitely kill you."

Wu San said, his face full of resentment and his eyes terrifyingly dark. He knew he had fallen into a trap today; this Lin Feng was far more troublesome than he had ever imagined.

"Is that so? Then let's wait and see."

"I hope you can last a little longer."

The indifferent voice reached Wu San's ears. Lin Feng then sat down cross-legged on the floor, closed his eyes, and began to cultivate. Meanwhile, Wu San was lying on the ground, his eyes vacant and lifeless. His eyeballs trembled rapidly, a clear sign of the immense pain he was enduring.

He now fully understood that he was nothing more than a toy in Lin Feng's hands.

The silver needles the man had stuck into his body were causing this extremely bizarre sensation at every moment.

It wasn't just pain, but also soreness, numbness, and an unbearable itch. The various sensations intensified all over his body. After just a few minutes of this torture, he was already on the verge of breaking.

He was now in a state worse than death. He had tried everything, but he couldn't stop the strange sensations from tormenting him. He couldn't even kill himself.

He didn't know which of the needles on his body was the one making him so weak and limp.

AARGH!

A bloodcurdling scream escaped his lips. He had completely broken down. He would rather die than endure this torture any longer.

"Lin Feng, I'm begging you, just kill me! Put me out of my misery, I'm begging you!"

Wu San couldn't help but fall to his knees and beg, his clothes already soaked through with cold sweat.

However, Lin Feng remained with his eyes closed in meditation, as if he hadn't heard a thing. This plunged Wu San deeper into despair. He knew Lin Feng was making it clear that until he revealed Wu Tianxiang's hiding place, even death was a luxury he couldn't afford.

"Kill me! I'm begging you, kill me!"

Wu San wailed again, his throat so hoarse he could barely speak. All he wanted now was to escape this agony as quickly as possible.

Yet, in response to Wu San's pleas, Lin Feng only shot him a cold glance before continuing to meditate in silence, ignoring him completely.

Seeing Lin Feng's unyielding demeanor, Wu San grit his teeth. In the end, he finally lowered his proud head and said with great difficulty, "I'll talk. I'll tell you where he is."

Hearing Wu San's words, Lin Feng slowly rose to his feet. He walked over to Wu San and stared down at him, waiting for him to continue.

Looking at Lin Feng before him, a chill ran through Wu San's heart. He had originally thought that no matter how powerful his opponent was, he might have been able to escape if he fought with all his might.

But the moment he saw Lin Feng's profound eyes, he immediately gave up any thought of resistance. He knew he was no match for Lin Feng.

"He's on the third floor of the villa, at the corner, by the left wall..."

Wu San gasped for breath, revealing Wu Tianxiang's location in fits and starts amidst his torment. But just as he was halfway through, Lin Feng suddenly froze and instinctively dodged to the side.

BANG!

The instant he moved, a gunshot rang out, striking Wu San directly between the eyes!

The shot was aimed at Wu San. Just as Lin Feng turned, he saw a spray of blood erupt from Wu San's head before the man's body collapsed to the floor, splattering blood everywhere.

"Damn it!"

Lin Feng frowned. The angle of the shot had been perfect, and it had come from close range. If he hadn't reacted in time, he might have been the one who got hit.

Looking at Wu San's body growing rigid on the floor, he showed no expression. To him, this was just a minor delay; it wouldn't have a major impact.

...

"Shit, good thing I stopped him in time!"

Sitting in the safe room, Wu Tianxiang wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. He let out a sigh of relief as he watched Wu San's breathless form on the monitor.

But the next moment, his expression twisted into a savage snarl.