The Capital's Dragon Doctor

"Boss, the target has appeared."

A burly man in the passenger seat spoke in a gruff, booming voice. He was powerfully built with a thick waist, bulging muscles, a square face, and wide, bull-like eyes, giving him an imposing and domineering air.

His voice was as loud as a roaring lion king. In the back seat sat a skinny youth with eyes as sharp as a falcon's, fixed intently on Lin Feng and Su Yanxue walking hand in hand in the distance.

"Hmph, just a bunch of ants."

The skinny youth snorted, the coldness in his eyes growing even more intense.

"Boss, should we make our move now?"

Hearing the skinny youth's voice, the driver immediately asked with reverence. Beads of sweat dotted his forehead; he was clearly on edge.

He knew the target's location was just ahead. He was thrilled, but he kept his composure, showing no sign of anything unusual.

"No rush. It's not too late to make our move in a bit."

The skinny youth said flatly. His voice was bone-chillingly cold, carrying a sinister aura that would make one's blood run cold.

A commotion suddenly arose nearby.

The uproar drew both of their gazes, and the skinny youth, who had been about to act, couldn't help but pause.

Not far away, five or six burly men in black suits were escorting a middle-aged man toward them.

The middle-aged man was about fifty years old, dressed in a black Tang suit with a glittering golden dragon embroidered across his chest.

He had a grand air about him. A sharp light glinted in his eyes, his movements were as nimble as a dragon's, and he radiated the oppressive aura of a superior.

"Boss, someone else is here."

The driver had also spotted the newcomers, and his voice was tinged with anxiety.

'We're here for Lin Feng, but now someone else has shown up before us. This isn't good. If we have to fight them for the target, a battle is unavoidable.'

"Hmph, these guys really couldn't wait. They're even faster than us."

The skinny youth watched the approaching group, his eyes narrowing slightly as a mocking smile played on his lips.

"Boss, this group looks pretty tough, and there are a lot of them. Should we still make a move?"

One of the burly men asked cautiously, his eyes filled with worry as he looked at the skinny youth. He could sense that every single person in the approaching group was a Martial Artist.

The skinny youth snorted coldly. "Hmph, they're just a few Earth Martial Artists. So what if there are many of them?"

"Since they want to play, let's play a big game. The target isn't getting away today anyway. Why don't we follow them and see what these guys are up to?"

The skinny youth added. He knew his own side had superior numbers and would have more than enough strength to deal with the newcomers.

"Hahaha, the boss is brilliant!"

"Exactly! Those guys are nothing to worry about. We have over twenty men on our side! Even if they have numbers, what can they possibly do?"

"We'll definitely capture the target without a hitch this time!"

Hearing this, the other burly men were overjoyed, howling with excitement.

The skinny youth smirked at Lin Feng's retreating back, a vicious grin spreading across his face.

'Kid, you'd better not disappoint me.'

The skinny youth muttered with a cold smile. He was determined to succeed in this operation. As long as he got what Lin Feng possessed, his power would break through to the next level.

At that point, he would be the undisputed number one expert in all of Nanyang City, second only to the Nangong Clan.

...

Su Yanxue, arm in arm with Lin Feng, walked to the hotel room door. She took out the key card and inserted it into the lock.

"Xiaoxue, you go on in. I'm going to meet a friend."

Watching Su Yanxue enter the room, Lin Feng smiled faintly and ruffled her hair, but didn't go in himself.

"Okay."

Su Yanxue was an exceptionally sharp woman. She naturally understood the meaning behind Lin Feng's words, and a trace of worry appeared in her eyes.

But she didn't say anything more. She just gave Lin Feng a quick hug, turned around, went back inside, and bolted the door.

"Come on out."

After Su Yanxue was inside the room, Lin Feng's gentle gaze turned sharp. His voice was low, booming through the night sky like a thunderclap.

"Heh heh, impressive as expected."

The skinny youth stepped out from the shadows, a cruel, mocking smile on his face.

"So you've finally decided to make your move?"

Lin Feng slowly straightened up, clasping his hands behind his back as he looked at the skinny youth opposite him without a trace of fear.

The skinny youth's pupils contracted. Lin Feng had actually noticed him. His expression grew heavy, and he looked at Lin Feng with a wary gaze, knowing this man was far from simple.

The skinny youth took a deep breath and said in a heavy voice, "You're Lin Feng, I presume. I didn't expect you to have such nerve. It seems I underestimated you."

"Heh, you know full well whether we've underestimated each other. I can't be bothered to waste words with you. If you back off now, I can pretend this never happened. Otherwise..."

A murderous glint flashed in Lin Feng's eyes as he snapped coldly, "You die."

"Haha, the absolute height of arrogance!"

The skinny youth sneered, his sharp gaze fixed on Lin Feng. "Do you really think you can beat me? Do you think I'd come unprepared?"

BOOM!

With a thunderous shout from the skinny youth, his body instantly swelled under the effect of his Inner Strength. His clothes ripped to shreds, revealing bronze-colored skin.

A terrifying, baleful aura emanated from his body, enough to make one's heart pound in fear.

He stomped his foot, cracking the floor beneath him, and shot toward Lin Feng like an arrow loosed from a bow.

At the same time, he threw a punch. Terrifying Inner Strength surged like a tidal wave, and a faint, beast-like roar could be heard around his fist.

"Hmph!"

Lin Feng snorted, his body instantly shooting forward. At the same time, he threw a swift right punch, colliding with the skinny youth's attack.

BAM!

With a dull thud, Lin Feng and the skinny youth were both forced back several steps. They eyed each other warily.

"Late Stage of Innate?"

Lin Feng raised an eyebrow, a look of surprise flashing in his eyes. Although they had only exchanged a single blow, he already had a clear grasp of his opponent's strength.

However, there was something strange about the opponent's Late Stage of Innate power.

It lacked the solid, stable feeling of a typical Late Stage of Innate practitioner; instead, it felt somewhat weak and unstable.

"Hahaha, that's right! I've already reached the Late Stage of Innate! Did you really think I hadn't investigated you? Let me tell you, there's no shame in dying at my hands!"

The skinny youth roared with laughter, his eyes filled with arrogance, as if he was already certain of his victory over Lin Feng.

"Oh? So you're sure you've got me in the bag today?"