Chapter 527: Chapter 527: I Love Beating Mad Dogs Most
Lin Fei gazed at the gunmen outside, finally focusing on Ye Cheng’s face, and said, “Did Zhu Qinglong send you to kill me?”
Ye Cheng responded coldly, “That’s right. I never expected you to be so bold, daring to offend my boss. Today, you’d better accept your fate!” Lin Fei looked at Ye Cheng, with his long hair draped over his shoulders, a scarred face, and a gaze as cold and fierce as a seasoned assassin who had been through life and death, hands stained with blood.
However, Ye Cheng’s aura couldn’t compare to the aura that Leng Ying had gained from his baptism of blood and corpses.
Moreover, from Ye Cheng’s aura, Lin Fei sensed that Ye Cheng’s strength was only on par with Zhu Qinglong, just at the Grandmaster level.
Forget about wanting to kill me, even Leng Ying probably wouldn’t be a match.
“What’s your name, brother?” Lin Fei asked Ye Cheng with a smile.
Ye Cheng’s gaze was sharp as he looked at Lin Fei and said, “Fine, I’ll let you die with clarity. My name is Ye Cheng. Surely, you must have heard of my title as the first God of Slaughter?”
But Lin Fei shook his head, saying, “Sorry, I’ve never heard of your title, but one of my brothers, Xie Wenbo, is also known as the God of Slaughter.”
Anger flared in Ye Cheng’s eyes. In Shencheng, when mentioning the first God of Slaughter, Ye Cheng, almost no one wouldn’t know and fear him. Yet, Lin Fei not only didn’t know but also mocked his title.
This made Ye Cheng feel humiliated.
“Brat, today I’ll make sure you know my title, so when you see King Yama, you can say it was I, the first God of Slaughter, Ye Cheng, who killed you!” Ye Cheng said viciously.
Then he ordered all the gunmen, “Fire!”
Dozens of gunmen immediately opened fire on Lin Fei and Leng Ying.
Whizz, whizz, whizz.
The bullets rained down, tearing through the air.
Yet, at the center of the firestorm, Lin Fei and Leng Ying stood still, seemingly unmoved.
But not a single bullet struck them.
All the gunmen were dumbfounded.
What was going on?
Clearly, they had already fired, and the bullets were already headed for Lin Fei and Leng Ying. How could not a single bullet hit?
However, Ye Cheng noticed something astounding.
As the gunmen fired and the bullets flew toward Lin Fei and Leng Ying, the bullets were fast, but the duo’s evasion speed was even faster.
He wasn’t mistaken; all the bullets fired by the gunmen had been dodged by Lin Fei and Leng Ying.
Because the duo’s speed in dodging bullets was faster than the bullets themselves, all the gunmen were under the illusion that when the bullets were fired at Lin Fei and Leng Ying, the two seemed as if they never moved from their spots.
Ye Cheng’s expression had already become serious. He initially thought that no matter how strong Lin Fei and Leng Ying were, they couldn’t evade bullets.
Now it seemed that the opponents were also Grandmaster-level experts!
However, after realizing Lin Fei and Leng Ying’s extraordinary strength, Ye Cheng’s eyes flashed with excitement: it had been a long time since he encountered a worthy opponent!
The stronger the opponent, the more exhilarating the fight!
He wanted to see Lin Fei and Leng Ying struggling in agony before him, begging desperately.
He loved nothing more than seeing powerful opponents fall in front of him, suffering torment and ultimately dying in agony—the more despair, the more pain, the more he relished it.
Perverse satisfaction!
Therefore, Ye Cheng wasn’t in a rush. He crossed his arms over his chest, his face filled with anticipation.
All the gunmen had emptied their magazines but didn’t harm Lin Fei and Leng Ying in the slightest.
Just when they were about to reload, Lin Fei and Leng Ying launched their attack.
Two afterimages whooshed out swiftly.
In the next moment, wherever these afterimages passed, gunmen were met with shattered jaws, broken wrists, fractured nasal bones, and smashed teeth.
Snaps and crashes, the sounds of breaking bones, and cries of pain rang ceaselessly in the courtyard.
One by one, gunmen were flung like ragdolls, and soon the courtyard was littered with gunmen groaning but unable to stand.
Meanwhile, in the second-floor living room of the villa, Qin Yunyue, Xiao Ling, Li Qing, Qin Zimo, Su Xiaoyue, Yuan Yuxi, and others heard the cries of pain outside.
They quickly gathered at the floor-to-ceiling windows facing outside. Seeing Lin Fei, Leng Ying, and Ye Cheng standing in the courtyard, surrounded by groaning gunmen unable to rise, they were all stunned.
It was then that they realized what Lin Fei and Leng Ying meant when they said they were going out for exercise, which was to deal with these gunmen.
“So many gunmen, they must have been sent by Zhu Qinglong!” Zheng Yutong immediately pieced it together.
“Yutong, will Lin Fei be in danger?” Su Xiaoyue grabbed Zheng Yutong’s arm, expressing her worry.
Yang Jiahao, nearby, also showed concern in her eyes.
“Don’t worry! They’re just small fry, how could they possibly harm Lin Fei? Can’t you see all those gunmen lying on the ground?” Yuan Yuxi said coldly after glancing at Su Xiaoyue.
Yuan Yuxi had no goodwill toward the newly competing Su Xiaoyue.
Su Xiaoyue also sensed the hostility in Yuan Yuxi’s words, but she ignored her and asked Zheng Yutong, “Yutong, should we call the police?”
“Xiaoyue, I think Lin Fei won’t be in trouble. Let’s wait for Lin Fei and Leng Ying to come back and ask them if we should call the police,” Zheng Yutong replied, feeling confident that Lin Fei would be fine.
“Yutong, that long-haired, scarred man in the courtyard, my brother mentioned him; he’s the most ferocious killer under Zhu Qinglong, a ruthless killer, even more terrifying than Zhu Qinglong.” At this moment, Yang Jiahao couldn’t hold back her worry toward Zheng Yutong.
Hearing this, Zheng Yutong, Su Xiaoyue, Qin Zimo, and even Yuan Yuxi, who had great confidence in Lin Fei, showed unease on their faces.
They all looked toward Qin Yunyue and Xiao Ling, wanting to know their thoughts.
Qin Yunyue and Xiao Ling had confidence in Lin Fei, so they told the women, “Let’s not rush, let’s see how things unfold first!”
The women could only anxiously watch the courtyard.
In the courtyard.
“Very good! Excellent strength, I’m pleasantly surprised!” Ye Cheng showed a cold smile, clapping his hands.
Lin Fei and Leng Ying were both puzzled. After bringing down all the gunmen, Ye Cheng wasn’t angry but was applauding. What’s going on?
“Hey, first God of Slaughter, Cold Eagle and I took care of your men, why are you still so happy?” Lin Fei asked Ye Cheng in confusion, frowning.
“I’m happy because your strength is strong enough. Only strong opponents interest me. I can’t wait to break your necks and see you sticking out your tongues like dead dogs. It excites me,” Ye Cheng’s eyes glowed with bloody enthusiasm.
Lin Fei turned to Leng Ying and said, “I never thought we’d run into a mad dog today.”
“Lin Fei, I love beating mad dogs. Leave this mad dog to me!” Cold Eagle curved his lips into a cold arc.
Lin Fei said, “Alright, I’ll watch you beat up the mad dog, but don’t kill it; I still need this mad dog to lead me to his master later.”
“Sure, I’ll leave him with his last breath,” Cold Eagle replied.
Lin Fei crossed his arms over his chest, looking leisurely, ready to watch the battle unfold.
Cold Eagle stepped forward a few paces, standing opposite Ye Cheng in the courtyard, a showdown on the verge of breaking out.