Jin Fatty immediately put on a fawning smile and went to the private room door, roaring at the Tian Dao Society members inside who were still accompanying him, "Where is Ma Yifei?"
At this point, Jin Fatty could no longer care about anything else.
He had done what he should have done, and he had even tried to do what he shouldn't have.
"Ma Yifei was here earlier, but not long after, he suddenly received a phone call and got up to leave."
Someone replied, their voice trembling.
Jin Fatty looked back at Ling Feng, only to see Ling Feng's expression unchanged, standing in place with no intention of leaving.
Seeing this, Jin Fatty could only turn back to the Tian Dao Society members and coldly ordered, "Go find him immediately. Even if you have to dig three feet into the ground, bring him to me."
Hearing this, Ling Feng's expression finally softened. He nodded slightly, seemingly approving of Jin Fatty's attitude.
Then, he flashed into the private room.
The mysterious man who had been sitting in the center, facing Ling Feng without fear, now had no trace of arrogance in his expression.
There was a hint of fear and worry in their eyes, but their faces wore stiff smiles.
Seeing Ling Feng enter the room, they quickly stood up and offered him their seats.
"Sir, please sit here."
Ling Feng didn't stand on ceremony and sat down directly. His gaze didn't fall on the three men at all.
The three men stood beside Ling Feng, serving him respectfully.
After a moment, Ling Feng suddenly asked, "Who are you people?"
"Replying to sir, we are from the Jiangbei Hong Family Martial Arts School. This old man is Hong Nan, and these two are my brothers Hong Bei and my grandson Hong Wu," the old man said very politely.
"Jiangbei Hong Family Martial Arts School..." Ling Feng murmured the name, not taking it to heart.
Perhaps to someone like Jin Da Zhong, the Hong Family Martial Arts School was a household name, a colossal entity. But to Ling Feng, it was still like an ant, not worth mentioning.
Seeing that Ling Feng had fallen silent and was closing his eyes to rest, Hong Nan dared not say anything more and retreated to the side.
The private room fell silent.
After another moment, Ling Feng spoke again, "Who is Hong Tian Ci to you?"
Upon hearing the name Hong Tian Ci, Hong Nan's eyes lit up, and he revealed a proud expression. "He is also this old man's unfilial grandson!"
Hong Tian Ci was a legendary figure among the younger generation in Jiangbei, and the pride of their Hong family.
In fact, the Hong family's current status was largely due to Hong Tian Ci.
Hong Tian Ci had entered the war zone early on, and before the age of thirty, he had become a Level Four War General. He could indeed be called a favored son of heaven.
"Does sir know Tian Ci?" Hong Nan tentatively asked.
Ling Feng nodded slightly and said calmly, "Yes, he calls me teacher."
"Hiss!" Hong Nan and Hong Bei exchanged glances. They didn't doubt the truth of his words at all and had a vague understanding of Ling Feng's identity. Their expressions became even more reverent.
...
A quarter of an hour later, Jin Fatty walked into the private room, sweating profusely.
The moment he entered, Ling Feng's eyes opened.
"Bring him in!" Ling Feng said coldly.
Since Jin Fatty had returned, Ma Yifei's people must have been found, otherwise, Jin Fatty would never have dared to step into this room.
However, there was a trace of panic on Jin Fatty's face. After a moment of hesitation, he cautiously said, "My lord, Ma Yifei has been found, but..."
Ling Feng raised an eyebrow, his gaze falling on Jin Fatty like a knife.
"But what?"
Hearing this, Jin Fatty's entire body went limp, and he collapsed onto the ground. A layer of moisture slowly spread from beneath him onto the floor.
"He, he, he is already dead." He repeated "he" several times, indicating his fear.
It was as if a cold wind had swept through the private room, the temperature suddenly dropping to freezing point. Everyone involuntarily shivered and their noses ran.
Even Yang Fei, standing beside Ling Feng, felt his hair stand on end.
This was killing intent, and also a sign of Ling Feng's extreme anger.
Yang Fei had followed Ling Feng for many years, experiencing countless hardships together, but he had never seen Ling Feng like this before. He felt a little worried and said in a low voice, "Big Brother, the truth will come out one day. Please take care of yourself."
Ling Feng finally spoke, his voice devoid of any emotion.
"Who did this?"
Jin Fatty trembled non-stop, his voice quivering, "I don't know. When we found him, he was lying by the outer wall of the hotel."
Ling Feng coldly asked, "Where is the body?"
"Just outside the door!"
"Bring it in!"
Ma Yifei's body was quickly brought in. There was indeed a scar on his neck, very hidden, exactly as Qin Xiao had described.
However, Ling Feng still turned to look at everyone around and said coldly, "Is this Ma Yifei?"
Everyone nodded.
The body was already stiff, indicating that he had been dead for some time. Ling Feng gave Yang Fei a look, and Yang Fei immediately got up and went forward.
Yang Fei squatted beside the body and peeled off each layer of clothing, stopping only when the body was completely naked.
He started from the feet, meticulously examining every inch of the corpse's skin. When he reached the head, Yang Fei made several gestures with his palm, and Ma Yifei's black hair was all stripped off from the roots.
Yang Fei finally stood up and nodded at Ling Feng.
Ling Feng turned to scan the crowd, his voice icy, "I will let you all go today."
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
But Ling Feng's voice continued, "If I ever hear of any injustice within the Tian Dao Society again, then the Tian Dao Society will cease to exist."
Jin Fatty's expression changed, and he lost his voice. All the members of the Tian Dao Society changed their expressions and lost their voices.
One of the Tian Dao Society's main businesses was to resolve matters for important figures that they wanted to resolve but couldn't. These matters often involved dark dealings. If it were as Ling Feng said, wouldn't the Tian Dao Society decline from then on?
But Ling Feng was not here to discuss with them. He was simply issuing an order.
Ling Feng left.
"Big Brother, I have examined Ma Yifei's body. He died from a whistling arrow, with the wound on the back of his head."
Ling Feng frowned slightly and pondered for a moment.
"So, the other party intentionally wanted to avoid our pursuit?"
Yang Fei nodded, "That's indeed the case. If it were a gun or a sharp blade used for silencing, we could at least search for clues by examining the wound. But a whistling arrow is too common, and there's no direction for investigation. The wound can't give us any clues either."
Ling Feng sneered.
"At least they gave us a very important piece of information."
Yang Fei asked in surprise, "What information?"
Ling Feng said coldly, "Have you ever seen an ordinary person use a whistling arrow to penetrate someone's skull?"
Yang Fei suddenly realized. Ma Yifei's body showed no signs of poisoning, which indicated that he was killed by a whistling arrow piercing his skull and damaging his brain. While many people could achieve this, there were definitely not many in this Han River.
"Big Brother, should I immediately send people to the Han River Martial Arts Association for an investigation? Since the perpetrator is a master, they are very likely to be in the Martial Arts Association."
Ling Feng shook his head. He could already sense that a huge conspiracy lay behind the death of his elder brother, Ling Yan. And now, with his appearance, the people behind the conspiracy had begun to panic, starting to silence witnesses and destroy evidence. They would absolutely not leave any clues for him to discover.
"Then what do we do now?" Yang Fei asked, somewhat confused.
"Go home!"
"Ah?"
A smile played on Ling Feng's lips as he said, "Don't worry, it won't be long before they come looking for us themselves!"