By the time the night had deepened, Leng Feng had finished treating his wounds. The knife wound on his arm had not damaged the bone, which counted as a blessing. As for the arm that had blocked the venomous snake's punch, it had swollen completely red, though his long sleeves hid it well enough.
It had hurt badly at first, but after he grew accustomed to it, it barely affected his daily movements. Such pain was still bearable for a veteran like him.
Yet Leng Feng kept turning over everything that had happened that night.
The venomous snake's escape had been a complete accident. Given the strength he had displayed, he had undoubtedly been confident that he could kill Leng Feng.
The venomous snake had made his name more than a decade ago. He was one of the few people in the civilian world who had truly mastered ancient martial arts, and he possessed a terrifying dagger-killing technique. He had come prepared and was rested, whereas Leng Feng had spent the entire evening drinking and had run on a treadmill for more than an hour at the gym, expending a great deal of energy.
Thus, when the venomous snake attacked, it could be said that he had had victory within reach... How could he have lost?
But for some unknown reason, that final punch had directly broken the venomous snake's own wrist, greatly reducing his strength and giving Leng Feng a chance to turn the tables. That did not mean the venomous snake would never appear again.
Since he had dared to say that the Zhao Family of the Capital was behind the orders, he had certainly prepared himself to either get Leng Feng's agreement or silence him if he refused.
Leng Feng did not know how many connections existed