Black Tiger Gang? Kill It!

The sun dipped below the horizon, its golden afterglow painting the bluestone slabs of Qingyang County's yamen. Yet, it couldn't dispel the heavy atmosphere.

Inside the main hall, Li Gang held a cup of tea, appearing calm, but his trembling hands betrayed his inner anxiety.

He was waiting.

Waiting for news of Lin Feng's failure.

In his opinion, Ghost Hand Zhang San's group, though a motley crew, were all desperate outlaws skilled in theft and concealment.

For Lin Feng to find them in such a short time would be like searching for a needle in a haystack.

Even if he found them, a fierce battle would be unavoidable.

Even if Lin Feng won, he would surely pay a price.

"Hmph, brat, you're too arrogant! Let's see how you clean up this mess!"

Just then, a commotion arose from the yamen entrance.

A bailiff on duty rushed in, scrambling and stumbling, his face deathly pale, unable to speak coherently.

"Cap... Captain! He... he's back! Lord Lin... he's back!"

Li Gang's heart skipped a beat, and he abruptly stood up.

"He came back alone? Is he injured? What about those thieves?"

"He... he's... not injured..."

The bailiff swallowed hard, pointing outside the door, his voice trembling.

"Those thieves... they... they came back too..."

"What?!"

Li Gang was overjoyed. "Caught them? All of them? Quickly! Bring them up so this captain can interrogate them!"

His family fortune couldn't be lost!

"No... they weren't caught..."

The bailiff was close to tears. "They... they were brought back..."

"Brought back?"

Li Gang hadn't registered what was happening.

Lin Feng's figure had already appeared at the entrance of the hall.

He was still in his clean and neat constable uniform, his face as calm as a still lake, as if he had merely gone for a stroll.

The only difference was that in his left hand, he held a rope.

Strung on the rope, like candied hawthorns, were eight bloody heads, their eyes wide with shock and unwillingness.

Gulp...

Gulp...

He casually tossed them, and the eight heads rolled onto the floor in the center of the hall. One of them rolled right to Li Gang's feet.

The eyes, belonging to Ghost Hand Zhang San, filled with terror and resentment, stared directly at him.

"Oh, holy crap!"

Li Gang yelped in fright and collapsed back into his chair, all his strength seemingly drained.

The entire hall fell silent.

All the constables present stared blankly at the eight heads on the ground.

Then they looked at Lin Feng, who stood there as if it were nothing, their minds completely blank.

Half a day?

No, not even two hours!

He had actually brought back their heads!

Was this... something a human could do?

This was a damn ghost!

"Constable Lin."

Lin Feng's voice broke the dead silence. "I have fulfilled my mission. The ringleader Ghost Hand Zhang San and his eight accomplices have all been executed on the spot."

"Good... good... good..."

Li Gang forced the words out through gritted teeth. "Constable Lin... is swift and decisive, his merits... his merits cannot be overstated... Someone, reward... reward him with silver..."

"No need for the reward."

Lin Feng interrupted him calmly. "I've come today not only to report, but also for one other matter."

"From them, I learned that the reason they committed such a major crime was at the instigation of the Black Tiger Gang, a dark force within the city."

The voice wasn't loud, but it struck everyone's hearts like a heavy hammer.

"The Black Tiger Gang has been entrenched in Qingyang County for many years, oppressing the common people and preying on the local villages. Now, they have become even more audacious, daring to oppose the authorities, and have become a major tumor in our Qingyang County!"

"As constables of the County Office, we receive the ruler's pay and bear the ruler's worries. We should eliminate harm for the people and sweep away all evil!"

"Therefore..."

Lin Feng's tone suddenly turned cold, his killing intent soaring, "I've decided, tonight, to flatten the Black Tiger Gang and uproot this tumor!"

The moment these words were spoken, the entire hall was shocked!

Flatten the Black Tiger Gang?

Alone?

Everyone thought Lin Feng had gone mad!

The Black Tiger Gang wasn't just a few habitual thieves. They were local snakes who had been entrenched in Qingyang County for years, with over a hundred members. Their leader, "One-Eyed Tiger" Wang Ba, was a master at the Seventh Level of Body Tempering, Organ Refining Realm, and was notoriously fierce!

Going alone would be suicide, wouldn't it?

Li Gang was so terrified his soul almost left his body. He understood.

Lin Feng's words, though seemingly righteous, were actually spoken for him to hear!

This was a warning!

"Lin... Lin Feng! Don't be reckless!"

Li Gang shouted, putting on a brave face, "The Black Tiger Gang is powerful. This matter... requires careful planning. We need to report it to the County Magistrate and gather manpower..."

"No need."

Lin Feng interrupted him again, a hint of mockery in his smile, "Dealing with a bunch of weaklings, I alone am enough."

"Also."

"I hope that while I'm clearing out the Black Tiger Gang, certain individuals will behave themselves and not try to send messages or make any other small moves."

"Otherwise..."

Li Gang felt like he had fallen into an ice cellar, his entire body turning cold.

After speaking, Lin Feng ignored everyone else and strode out of the County Office, leaving behind only a resolute and solitary figure.

As soon as he left, the entire hall erupted.

"He's crazy! This Lin Feng is definitely crazy!"

"Challenging the entire Black Tiger Gang by himself? Who does he think he is?"

"This is going to be good!"

Meanwhile, Li Gang slumped onto his chair, his face ashen.

Lin Feng wasn't joking.

Those words just now were his final ultimatum.

Was he choosing to stand with the County Office, or choose to be buried with the Black Tiger Gang?

It wasn't a choice at all.

The night was as black as ink.

The Black Tiger Gang's main hall was brightly lit, but the atmosphere was terrifyingly oppressive.

The leader, One-Eyed Tiger Wang Ba, sat on a tiger skin armchair, his face so grim it looked like water could drip from it.

Ghost Hand Zhang San and the others had failed.

And they had been sent back to the County Office with their heads.

All of this had happened in less than two hours.

"Boss, that Lin fellow... he's a monster!"

A confidant said tremblingly, "Should... should we lie low for a while?"

"Lie low? Where?"

Wang Ba slammed the table, roaring, "If my Black Tiger Gang gets scared by a brat and abandons our base, how can we stand in Qingyang County in the future!"

"But... even Captain Li's side sent word, telling us to... to pray for good fortune..."

"That useless Li Gang!"

Wang Ba spat, "I knew he couldn't be relied on! Pass down my order, all gang members, assemble! I want to see how he intends to flatten my Black Tiger Gang by himself!"

Just then, the main hall doors were violently kicked open from the outside with a BANG.

A figure, bathed in moonlight, slowly walked in.

It was Lin Feng.

Still in his constable uniform, holding that unremarkable Hundred Refined Steel Blade, his face expressionless.

"Wang Ba?"

Lin Feng's gaze locked directly onto One-Eyed Dragon, who sat in the main seat.

"You are Lin Feng?"

Wang Ba narrowed his single eye, his aura of the Seventh Level of Body Tempering erupting.

"Kid, you walk the path to heaven but choose not to, and barge into hell's gate! Today is the day you die!"

"Kill him!"

Following Wang Ba's command, over a hundred Black Tiger Gang members, who had been lying in ambush around the main hall, surged out like a tide. Wielding gleaming swords and sabers, they charged at Lin Feng with savage cries.

Blade light and sword shadows flashed, their shouts of killing shaking the heavens.

Facing a scene that would make anyone's heart pound with fear, Lin Feng's face, however, showed a hint of a delighted smile.

So many Crit Points!

[4x Crit Triggered!]

The sound of a blade sang.

Lin Feng moved.

His figure transformed into a black lightning bolt, a phantom that the naked eye couldn't capture.

Flowing Wind Steps, Perfected!

He charged into the crowd like a tiger entering a flock of sheep.

No, it was more terrifying than that.

He was like a merciless meat grinder that had been activated.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

Blade light flickered incessantly within the crowd.

Each flash brought forth a spray of brilliant blood and one or several heads soaring into the sky.

There were no screams, no wails of agony.

Because the blades were too fast.

So fast that the moment the gang members were decapitated, they didn't even feel pain before their consciousness was completely extinguished.

Lin Feng's movement technique weaved and dodged through the crowd; not a single person could touch the corner of his clothes.

His saber technique was simple and effective, consisting of only three moves.

Mountain Splitting Chop, Army Sweeping Slash, White Rainbow Piercing Sun.

But under the enhancement of the Critical Strike System, these most basic moves transformed into supreme killing techniques that reaped lives.

Hack, slash, stab.

Simple, direct, fatal.

In the time it took for a single stick of incense to burn.

The shouts of killing ceased.

The entire Black Tiger Gang's main hall had become a hellscape.

Over a hundred headless corpses lay scattered in pools of blood.

And Lin Feng stood in the center of this mountain of corpses and sea of blood, flicked the bloodstains from his blade, and slowly walked towards the main seat.

Only one person remained standing in the entire hall.

One-Eyed Tiger, Wang Ba.

At this moment, Wang Ba had long lost his previous arrogant demeanor.

He stared blankly at the hellish scene before him, at the youth walking towards him step by step like a demon god, his single eye filled with endless terror.

"You... you... you're not human! You're a devil! You're a devil!"

Wang Ba broke down. He let out a terrified scream, turned, and tried to escape through the back door.

"You want to run now?"

Lin Feng's voice, like a death-inducing incantation, echoed in his ears.

"Too late."

A blade light, impossibly fast, flashed and vanished.

Wang Ba's fleeing figure suddenly froze.

He slowly lowered his head, seeing the sharp tip of a blade protruding from his chest.

"You're not... human..."

He muttered to himself, his life force rapidly draining from his single eye.

Lin Feng drew his saber, and Wang Ba's corpse crashed to the ground.

[Ding! Successfully killed the Seventh Level of Body Tempering villain, Wang Ba!]

[Crit Multiplier Increased to 8.6x! Gained 3250 Crit Points!]

[Host: Lin Feng]

[Realm: Sixth Level of Body Tempering Realm (Marrow Refining Completion)]

[Cultivation Technique: Qi Guiding Art (Completion)]

[Martial Skill: Basic Constable Saber Technique (Perfected)]

[Movement Technique: Flowing Wind Steps (Perfected)]

[Crit Multiplier: 8.0x]

[Crit Points: 3900]

"System, add points!"