MSSU Chapter Nine: Inviting Trouble
The six of them displayed a flawless coordination in their attack, leaving no room for error.
As Luo Feng dodged the attack from the middle-aged man and retreated, they seized upon his vulnerability.
Facing these killers, who were seasoned in the art of bloodshed, any opening was fatal for Luo Feng, who lacked real-life combat experience.
Everything happened so fast. Six daggers thrust towards Luo Feng from different angles with precision.
But! Luo Feng suddenly laughed again.
"Although I may be weak, I'm not someone you lowlifes can easily kill!"
In the nick of time, as the six assailants locked onto him, Luo Feng flickered and shot towards the sky, evading their coordinated attack.
Rolling lightly upon landing, Luo Feng didn't choose to flee. Instead, he stepped forward like a wild horse let loose, charging towards one of them.
A knee strike crashed fiercely into the back of the man's head, sending him flying.
Faced with Luo Feng's even more elusive speed, the remaining assailants gasped in fear.
They hadn't expected to encounter such a tough opponent.
But it was too late for regrets.
Because Luo Feng moved again, giving them no chance to react.
His right hand shot out and grabbed one man by the face. Seemingly feeble, Luo Feng's terrifying strength sent him flying.
"Master, this guy is a master!" someone realized. With a swift motion, his knife pierced towards Luo Feng.
Luo Feng remained unflinching, his body shooting out close to the ground. After a brief exchange, he realized that these people were inferior to him in strength.
So he easily dodged the knife attack, his right leg swinging out. There was a crisp "crack".
The man felt his vision darken, a searing pain shooting through his face. He screamed as he was sent flying.
"Wrong intel. This kid's playing possum. Retreat!" The remaining assailants, trembling with fear, saw Luo Feng's terrifying and abnormal skills, and thoughts of retreat crept into their minds.
But Luo Feng wouldn't let them go. Charging into their midst, cries of pain echoed continuously.
Before long, the middle-aged man and the other six assailants were all beaten to the point of begging for mercy on their knees.
"Master, we were blind and ignorant. We've disturbed you. Please spare our lives. We're willing to cut off an arm each as penance!" The middle-aged man trembled as he looked at Luo Feng.
This wasn't just a young punk; he was clearly a demon from hell, his strength unfathomable.
"Cut off an arm?" Luo Feng smirked and flexed his fist. "Which arm were you thinking? The ones attached to your upper body, or the one between your legs?"
"Please!" The middle-aged man gasped in terror, practically in tears, and begged for mercy.
"Who sent you?" Luo Feng suddenly smiled.
The middle-aged man hesitated, panic in his eyes. "No one sent us. We're just enemies of the Gu family."
"Oh, really," Luo Feng said, unsurprised. In fact, based on the clues from the shadowy figure, he already knew what the Li family was up to.
"You're... You're so powerful. Thank you," a woman behind him squeezed out a smile, looking up at Luo Feng with admiration.
But Luo Feng raised an eyebrow, staring straight at her.
Feeling uneasy under Luo Feng's gaze, the woman instinctively stepped back, intending to run.
But just as she turned, Luo Feng grabbed her by the hair, showing no mercy, and flung her to the ground, stomping on her face.
Casually, he said, "Using my last shred of kindness, aren't you afraid of divine retribution?"
"Wha... what are you talking about?" The woman trembled in fear.
"Don't bother pretending. Your acting skills are garbage. Compared to my Sixth Sister, a professional international actress, I see through you with just one glance," Luo Feng said casually. "The Li family's people should be nearby to pick you up. Take me to them, or I'll strip you naked and throw you out."
The woman trembled, her complexion turning pale.
...
"Master Li, you don't need to come with us. If something happens, it'll be hard for us to explain to Mr. Li and the boss," a tall, muscular man with a scar on his face said. His voice was neither warm nor cold, giving off an aura that was hard to approach.
Ignoring the man's advice, Li Haoran laughed excitedly. "What are you afraid of? Do you think that waste can overpower you?"
Lighting a cigarette, Li Haoran smirked. "That dog insulted me several times while relying on the Gu family's support. Today, I'm here with you to have some fun tormenting him."
The scar-faced man smiled wryly. "He's just a clown. Having Master Li take action might dirty your hands."
"It should be about time now. Are they here?" Li Haoran, ignoring the advice, was eager to crush Luo Feng underfoot.
"Yes, they're almost here," the scar-faced man replied after checking the time.
Just then, two figures approached the parking lot.
Li Haoran jumped excitedly, retrieving a baseball bat hidden in the Porsche's passenger seat. He grinned maliciously at the vague figures in the darkness.
"Wait!" Suddenly, the alert scar-faced man's face changed, stopping the foolish Li Haoran in time.
"What's wrong?" Li Haoran asked impatiently.
"Something's not right," the scar-faced man squinted, his right hand already reaching behind him.
When he saw the two people approaching, his expression froze, and he swiftly moved to stand in front of Li Haoran.
Why?
Because the two people coming towards them were the middle-aged man and the woman.
Both of them showed signs of injury and panic.
But Luo Feng didn't appear as the scar-faced man had planned.
"Don't come any closer. Where's the other guy?" The scar-faced man quickly scanned the surroundings, his senses heightened by years of combat experience.
"Where's that dog? Didn't you bring him here?" Li Haoran, seeing Luo Feng hadn't shown up, became furious.
"What? You're so eager to see me?" Suddenly, a calm voice floated over from behind, surprising both Li Haoran and the scar-faced man.
"When did you...?" The scar-faced man broke out in a cold sweat, turning around to look.
He saw Luo Feng standing behind them with an innocent smile on his face.
Reacting quickly, the scar-faced man reached for the knife behind him.
But the next moment, he saw Luo Feng holding his own knife, frozen in place.
"Looking for this?" Luo Feng played with the scar-faced man's exquisite knife, smiling.
"You're asking for death!" The scar-faced man snorted coldly, his powerful legs stepping forward, his fist aiming to strike Luo Feng.
Luo Feng was slightly surprised. He hadn't expected this scar-faced man to be stronger than the middle-aged man and his companions.
The punch was already in front of Luo Feng in an instant, and he hurriedly dodged.
As his body moved to the right, the knife in his hand unhesitatingly stabbed out.
The scar-faced man, seeing Luo Feng's speed, was equally astonished.
He watched as Luo Feng's knife came at him, intending to dodge. But before he could react, Luo Feng's other hand shot out and disrupted his attack trajectory.
But...
He had underestimated Luo Feng too much. Just as he hadn't noticed the middle-aged man and the woman's fear when facing Luo Feng, this strike indeed disrupted Luo Feng's attack trajectory. However, the knife suddenly turned, landing in Luo Feng's other hand, and stabbed out effortlessly.
There was a muffled sound as Luo Feng pierced the scar-faced man's shoulder. The man groaned in pain, his body losing balance and falling to the ground.
As he tried to struggle, Luo Feng stepped on the knife, pinning it firmly to the ground.
"Don't move. If you move, you'll die. Trust me," Luo Feng stared at the scar-faced man. At that moment, he seemed to have changed into a different person, a cold-blooded machine devoid of any emotion.
Perhaps this was the innate aura of Luo Feng's father, the terrifying bloodline of that man. After leaving the mountain, Luo Feng no longer hid it.
The scar-faced man stopped moving because he knew this kid's strength was terrifying. At such a young age, his skills had reached a level that the scar-faced man couldn't comprehend.
"What?!" Li Haoran, who had just been arrogant and domineering, was now frightened by Luo Feng's fierceness, taking several steps back.
"What's wrong? Aren't you the one who sent people to kill me? Scared now?" Luo Feng smirked.
"Don't... don't come any closer, I warn you!" Li Haoran's forehead was dripping with cold sweat. He turned around in panic and ran towards his Porsche.
But before he could take a few steps, his own stupidity caused him to trip over his own feet, crashing to the ground. He landed so hard that he broke several teeth and his nose started bleeding profusely.
"You're so stupid. You think you're worthy to play the role of a dandy?" Luo Feng shook his head in disbelief as he approached Li Haoran step by step.
"Friend, you can't touch this guy. He's Mr. Li's son," the scar-faced man warned hastily, enduring the pain.
If something happened to Li Haoran here, he wouldn't escape blame. Because he knew what Li Tianchen was capable of.
"You better mind your own business," Luo Feng ignored the scar-faced man, squatting down in front of Li Haoran and patting his face. "Why do you have to act tough? Now you've brought this upon yourself."
"You bastard, I warn you, if something happens to me, my dad won't let you off," Li Haoran maintained his arrogant posture, completely unaware of how terrifying Luo Feng was at this moment.
Hearing this, Luo Feng chuckled.
"Okay, let's give it a try."
"What... what are you going to do?"