Chapter 325: Investigation
A cold glint flashed in the burly man's eyes. He glanced at his underling, who was still trembling from head to toe, and his temper flared. He sent a kick straight into the man's body.
"Get the hell out! The sight of you pisses me off."
"Thank you for sparing my life, Hall Master. I'll leave right now."
The underling thanked him profusely and scrambled away.
After the underling had gone, the bald man was no longer in the mood.
'Whatever. It's not like the young master asked me to handle it personally anyway. I'll just let the brothers below test Lin Feng's mettle.'
With this in mind, the bald man didn't hesitate and immediately made a call.
"Hey, Wang Kai Xuan! You really screwed me this time."
On the other end of the line, Wang Kai Xuan, who was enjoying himself at a private club, frowned at the rude tone.
'What a worthless piece of trash.'
Though he cursed inwardly, a smile spread across his face as he spoke, "Ah, if it isn't Brother Biao. What do you mean by that?"
"What do I mean?"
"You have the fucking nerve to ask me? This is what you call simple?"
"The men I just sent to kill Lin Feng were slaughtered by him. Those were my brothers! So tell me, how are you going to compensate me?"
The bald man on the other end of the line was furious, unleashing a torrent of abuse at Wang Kai Xuan.
"Uh... well, Brother Biao, what kind of compensation are you looking for?"
Hearing the bald man's explosive temper, Wang Kai Xuan didn't dare get angry. Instead, he chuckled and asked.
"Hmph. I don't want too much. Five million US Dollars, and we'll call it even!"
"That man was a Martial Artist at the Late Stage of Innate. This price is more than fair!"
The bald man's tone softened slightly as he spoke.
Hearing this, Wang Kai Xuan breathed a sigh of relief. To him, that price wasn't a particularly large sum.
"Brother Biao, I'll transfer it to you tomorrow."
He said with a smile, and then added.
"As for this Lin Feng fellow... Brother Biao, can you still take on this job?"
Before Wang Kai Xuan could utter another word, the cursing erupted from the other end of the line.
"Take the job? Like hell I will!"
"Do you have any idea how terrifying someone who can kill an Ancient Martial Artist at the Late Stage of Innate is?!"
"You want me to provoke a God of Slaughter like that? Are you fucking insane?"
Hearing this, Wang Kai Xuan was stunned speechless, momentarily unsure how to respond.
Meanwhile, the bald man was still roaring, "Wang Kai Xuan, I'm warning you! Find whoever you want for this mission, I don't care who, but I'm not getting involved."
"Remember this: this has nothing to do with me. Don't you dare drag me into your fucking mess."
"And another thing, don't you ever compare me to that pack of losers you run with."
"My brother is dead, but your people are still alive and kicking. That's the damn difference."
With that, he slammed the phone down. He slumped back in his chair, panting, his face flushed beet-red.
'He had never dealt with such a troublesome character in his entire life.'
"Damn it, that bastard actually set me up?"
He cursed in anger, but there was nothing he could do about Wang Kai Xuan.
"Oh? So you do know fear?"
"I thought you were completely lawless, that you must have some powerful backing. I never would have guessed you actually cultivated to this level on your own."
"Still, wouldn't it have been better for you and your brother to just be the local kingpins? Why did you have to get involved in this mess?"
Just then, a mocking voice suddenly sounded out from the side.
Following the voice, a young man walked in. He was dressed in casual clothes, a roguishly handsome smile playing on his lips.
And in his hand, he was holding the very same underling who had just stumbled out of the office.
Except now, the underling's head was covered in blood and he was unconscious; it was impossible to tell if he was dead or alive.
"Lin Feng?!"
The bald man's eyes widened in shock upon seeing the young man who had appeared out of nowhere.
"Heh. What's the matter? Didn't expect to see me?"
Lin Feng tossed the unconscious underling aside and looked at the bald man opposite him, his eyes crinkling into a smile.
After he had returned that day, it had taken Li Yuan less than two days to deliver all the information on the Cyan Nether Gang, including details about the dealings between the big shot Wang Kai Xuan and the bald man.
What surprised him, however, was that the Cyan Nether Gang's Grand Hall Master and Second Hall Master were actually Ancient Martial Artists who had cultivated to the Late Stage of Innate all by themselves!
That was an incredibly rare sight in the Mortal Realm.
"Lin Feng?"
"You… how did you find this place?"
the bald man asked, his face a mask of astonishment.
'After all, the Cyan Nether Gang's headquarters was hidden in plain sight within the bustling city. They had infiltrated the entire Dongnan Province; logically, no outsider should have been able to find this place.'
'And yet, here Lin Feng was, having waltzed right in.'
'And judging by Lin Feng's pristine condition, all the members guarding the entrance today had likely been taken out by him!'
'That was over three hundred men!'
'Even if there weren't any powerful Ancient Martial Artists in the group, that was still over three hundred men!'
'To put it bluntly, even three hundred tortoises should have been able to take a chunk out of Lin Feng, right?'
'And now they were all gone, without so much as a whisper?'
"Heh. Do I need to file a report with you just to be here?"
Lin Feng sneered.
"Lin Feng, who on earth are you?"
The bald man was silent for a long moment, finally deciding he needed to figure out Lin Feng's identity first.
'Lin Feng's power was simply too strange. He wasn't like an ordinary person. He seemed more like someone from one of those great powers, the kind so terrifying one dared not even imagine them!'
"Who am I?"
"Take a guess."
Lin Feng said coolly, offering no explanation.
"Fine. If you won't say, I won't bother asking. But if you're truly a master of Ancient Martial Arts, you should be above using such tactics against a common street thug, right?"
"Besides, you've killed so many of my Cyan Nether Gang members. Your anger should have subsided by now, right?"
Seeing Lin Feng's perpetually indifferent expression, the bald man's tone softened, taking on an almost conciliatory quality.
"Anger subsided?"
Lin Feng gave a contemptuous smile, his gaze turning sharp.
"Scum like you are worthy of my anger?"
"Killing you would be like crushing a few ants. Would I even need to waste time on that?"
"But since you chose to get involved in this mess, you should be prepared to die!"
As his words fell, Lin Feng threw a punch. A vast and mighty wave of Inner Strength erupted forth instantly.
"You!"
Seeing Lin Feng attack without another word, the bald man froze for a second before hastily raising his arms to his chest, blocking the incredibly powerful strike.
"Kid, I didn't want to fight you because I admit I was in the wrong this time."
"But you won't even give me, Zhao Biao, a shred of face. Don't you think that's going a little too far?"