Zhang Jun was in a panic, contemplating his fate!
He stammered, unable to speak clearly.
Director Liu watched anxiously and slapped Zhang Jun across the face again!
"You scoundrel, Mr. Ling is asking you a question!"
As Director Liu's reprimand rang out,
Zhang Jun finally snapped back to reality and blurted out, "Ah! I know him, I know Wang Lizhi!"
Without waiting for Ling Feng to question him further,
Zhang Jun began to wail, "Yes, it was Wang Lizhi who told us to arrest Wang Yuan. He came this morning and arranged everything for us. We couldn't afford to offend him! Wang Lizhi is a director of the National Martial Arts Hall. Director Liu, save me!"
As he spoke, Zhang Jun thought of his imminent death and pleaded with Director Liu for help.
Director Liu's face turned ashen. He turned to Ling Feng, a fawning smile on his face, and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Ling, it's really these useless fellows..."
"So he wasn't mistaken! Very good, Yang Fei, kill him!"
Ling Feng interrupted Director Liu with a single sentence.
Director Liu's face instantly turned as pale as paper, and everyone around couldn't help but tremble.
Zhang Jun, in particular, immediately stopped his wailing and stared at Ling Feng in disbelief.
He truly doubted if his ears had deceived him.
Was this a joke?
Ling Feng intended to kill Wang Lizhi?
Hadn't he explained clearly enough?
Wang Lizhi was a director of the Ninth District National Martial Arts Hall, the de facto second-in-command without any deputy director!
Ling Feng had casually ordered Wang Lizhi's death.
His tone was so calm and casual, as if killing a dog was that simple!
Yang Fei also showed no hesitation, drawing his sidearm and aiming it at Wang Lizhi's forehead!
Wang Lizhi's eyes widened, his whole body trembling, and he looked at the muzzle of Yang Fei's gun in utter terror!
"You, what are you doing? Don't you know who I am? If you kill me, all the martial artists in the Ninth District of the Capital will..."
"Are you done with your nonsense? I'll send you on your way! Remember, don't go looking for trouble in your next life!"
Yang Fei indifferently interrupted Wang Lizhi and was about to shoot him in the forehead!
But at that moment.
Whoosh!
A sound of something cutting through the air.
Clang!
Followed by a crisp sound of metal striking metal.
Yang Fei's handgun was knocked away by a steel throwing knife!
The moment it slipped from his grasp, Yang Fei saw a slight tear on his tiger's mouth, and a little blood trickled out.
But in just an instant, the injury on Yang Fei's hand healed directly.
However, the speed of this throwing knife was truly astonishing.
And the opponent seemed to be quite far away. As the throwing knife flew towards him, Yang Fei only then sensed the rapidly approaching figure!
Ling Feng casually waved his hand, signaling Yang Fei to hold off for now.
He waited for the opponent to arrive!
Indeed.
Then, figures began to appear on the courtyard wall of the Security Bureau!
"Hmph, quite a few people have indeed come!"
Yang Fei snorted disdainfully, looking at the assembled crowd, especially the one playing with a throwing knife. That person had a sinister face, like a venomous snake, and had locked onto Yang Fei.
But Yang Fei clearly didn't take him seriously.
Turning his gaze, Yang Fei focused on another person.
This person was dressed in a white long gown, appearing somewhat heroic and extraordinary. He looked no older than thirty, with a stern expression and proud eyes.
He looked down upon Ling Feng and the others from above.
Director Liu swallowed hard, instinctively stepping back to Ling Feng's side and whispering nervously, "Mr. Ling, he, the person in the white gown is the director of the Ninth District Capital Martial Arts Hall, his name is..."
Before Director Liu could finish speaking,
The man in the white gown descended, and within a few steps, he was already less than five meters away from Ling Feng!
"You captured my people and now you want to kill him right here. I can hardly imagine who you are!"
The man in the white gown's voice drifted out indifferently, carrying a hint of mockery!
But his eyes were fixed on Ling Feng, clearly sensing that Ling Feng was the person with the highest status and authority here.
"My identity is not important. What's important is that from today onwards, you are no longer the director of the Ninth District Martial Arts Hall!"
Ling Feng said indifferently.
Upon hearing this, the man in the white gown narrowed his eyes slightly. He looked Ling Feng up and down again before coldly sneering, "Heh heh, I, Qi Yaohong, have never met someone as arrogant as you! With you, what? You want to kill me here?!"
"You think you're worthy of my elder brother making a move?"
Yang Fei stepped forward, his voice filled with disdain.
Qi Yaohong's eyes widened, and he directly waved his hand.
Whoosh!
A sound of something cutting through the air erupted again.
Under Qi Yaohong's disdainful gaze, he looked at Yang Fei as if he were already a dead man!
However, unfortunately, before the throwing knife could land on Yang Fei,
Yang Fei extended a hand.
Astonishingly, at such close range, he firmly caught the throwing knife!
Qi Yaohong's eyes widened, clearly disbelieving that Yang Fei's strength could be so formidable.
The man playing with the throwing knife on the courtyard wall also exclaimed, "Impossible!"
"You insignificant fry, you're looking for death!"
Yang Fei coldly sneered and flicked the throwing knife back!
Whoosh!
The same sound of something cutting through the air was heard, but it carried a more piercing sound, much sharper than before.
This was because its speed was also much faster!
The man standing on the courtyard wall had already seen the trajectory of the throwing knife and instinctively dodged.
But as he dodged, the throwing knife inexplicably changed direction and, in an instant, pierced through his forehead.
The speed was too great.
Brain matter and blood splattered out simultaneously.
The man let out a cry of shock, unwilling to accept his fate, "Earthly Immortal... True Essence manipulation!"
This single sentence completely revealed Yang Fei's strength.
Qi Yaohong also gasped, unable to believe that Yang Fei's martial arts cultivation was the same as his, both being Earthly Immortal realm powerhouses.
For people like them, the cultivators above who condensed Qi and Yuan were no longer a secret.
They were merely at the Condensation Yuan stage, which also qualified as true cultivators.
However, Qi Yaohong knew that even among cultivators at the same Condensation Yuan stage, there were differences in strength. Judging by the current situation, Yang Fei's strength was comparable to his, or even higher!
But how could Qi Yaohong admit this?
In fact, Yang Fei's strength was far superior to Qi Yaohong's.
Late Condensation Yuan stage, also known as the peak Earthly Immortal realm!
Yang Fei had pushed himself to the extreme in these past few years.
Even Li Tianjiao was only slightly ahead of Yang Fei now!