Tonight, None of You Are Getting Away

Combat Suit!

That's right!

Xu Feng was wearing a full set of C-Class Combat Suit!

Lurence's deadly strike had only torn through the ordinary clothes Xu Feng wore over it.

The Combat Suit itself was completely unharmed!

Of course, Xu Feng had been injured too.

But he had only been struck by the force of the blow; he hadn't suffered any serious external injuries!

Lurence's heart sank.

This Great Xia man had come prepared. This wasn't some spur-of-the-moment decision!

But he couldn't understand why!

Lurence could feel death closing in. He hurriedly forced a bitter smile and said, "Hey, brother, listen to me! There's no need for us to—"

But Xu Feng gave him no chance to catch his breath. He moved and charged at Lurence again.

At the same time, several cold flashes shot toward Lurence once more!

This time, Xu Feng dropped his disguise and unleashed his full strength.

Grandmaster-level Flying Blade.

Master-level White Wolf Blade!

"Clang! Clang!"

"Pfft!"

The instant Lurence used all his strength to bat aside two flying blades with one hand,

the final blade pierced straight into his chest.

As blood burst into the air,

Xu Feng closed in with a fierce advance, the long blade in his hand suddenly turning into countless gentle gusts.

The second form of the White Wolf Blade, Raging Wolf Like Tide!

When mastered, this technique was said to "leave only a gentle breeze in sight, with no blade to be seen"!

They exchanged just one move.

"Pfft!"

Lurence spat out a mouthful of blood and flew backward like a broken kite, crashing heavily to the ground.

He struggled to get up, only to find he had no strength left.

Xu Feng slowly walked up to him and looked down.

There was not a trace of pity or sympathy in his eyes, only cold indifference.

"You... can't kill me... My uncle is Lister... a High-Rank Warrior..."

Lurence used the last of his strength to speak in broken phrases.

He no longer had the energy to wonder why Xu Feng was killing him.

All he wanted now was to stay alive.

And his uncle, a High-Rank Warrior, was his only hope.

He hoped Xu Feng would think twice.

At that moment, fear filled Lurence's face. His golden hair was soaked through with sweat and blood, leaving him utterly disheveled.

He was nothing like the elegant, composed man he usually was.

"Pfft!"

Xu Feng, however, said nothing.

He raised his hand and struck, beheading him on the spot.

Only then

did he suddenly cough up a mouthful of blood and stagger backward, his legs giving way.

"Thud, thud—"

He hurriedly braced himself against the ground with his blade, managing to keep from falling.

"Intermediate Warrior... damn, he's strong."

After slowly calming the turmoil within him, Xu Feng summoned all his strength to pick up Lurence's blade. Then he turned and headed inside.

Though he felt badly injured and on the verge of passing out,

he couldn't forget the flying blades or the spoils of battle.

And their communicators, too.

They were important evidence.

Inside, Xu Feng quickly found a communicator Lurence had left on a table.

He tried it without much thought and was surprised to find that Lurence had been arrogant enough not to set a screen lock.

He skimmed through it, and his expression quickly turned serious.

"East District. Ten targets."

"Bai Li, Zhou Fei, Wang Zheng, Lu Hui, Huang Sen. Wait, Huang Sen?"

"Knock, knock, knock!"

"Knock, knock, knock—"

Outside, Lu Fei frowned and checked several times before finally confirming there was no one home at Xu Feng's place.

"Strange. Xiao Dan isn't here either?"

The worry in her heart grew stronger.

"I should've talked to him in person. That guy... I hope he hasn't done anything reckless."

She took a deep breath and looked around. She considered asking the neighbors, but felt awkward about it.

Just then,

Lu Fei abruptly turned toward a dim alley nearby. A short sword appeared in her hand. "Who's there? Come out!"

A bloodied face staggered into the light.

Only then did she recognize him, stunned. "Xu Feng? What happened to you?"

"Help me inside."

Xu Feng managed just those words before stumbling forward.

But just as he fell, a slender hand caught him by the chest.

"Hiss—" Xu Feng sucked in a sharp breath, the pain jolting him back to consciousness as if with a sudden burst of strength.

At the sight of him, Lu Fei knew his chest was badly injured.

Without hesitation, Lu Fei reached under a nearby rug and pulled out a spare key.

Under Xu Feng's astonished gaze, she swiftly unlocked the door and helped him inside.

Thud.

After closing the door,

she quickly lowered Xu Feng to the floor.

Then, without the slightest hesitation, she pulled off Xu Feng's Combat Suit vest.

A slight depression was visible in Xu Feng's chest, and a large bruise was already spreading across it.

"What happened?" Lu Fei patted Xu Feng's face and asked anxiously. "Where's Xiao Dan?"

"Xiao Dan's..." Xu Feng struggled to stay conscious and spoke with difficulty. "At Huang Sen's house.

I killed the Eagle Alliance people. In East District 005.

Please take Xiao Dan to the base..."

Before he could finish, Xu Feng finally couldn't bear the pain anymore and passed out.

Lu Fei stared in shock at the pale-faced man before her.

Then she sucked in a sharp breath.

"You... you lunatic!"

After muttering her complaint,

she turned and fished a bottle of pale red liquid from her pocket.

She uncapped it and promptly poured it into Xu Feng's mouth.

"A six-thousand-yuan healing potion. Consider it my thank-you for that night."

She muttered to herself.

Then she took out a little pot of ointment about the size of a bottle cap.

She scooped up a little with her fingertip and smeared it over Xu Feng's chest.

"For a forty-year-old, he's kept himself in pretty good shape..."

After saying this, Lu Fei's face turned red.

When no one else was around, she was nothing like her usual aloof self.

Instead, she was more like a "martial arts prodigy" and an "older graduate student."

Once she had finished treating Xu Feng's injuries,

she opened the secret passage beneath his house with practiced ease and lowered him into it.

Then Lu Fei emerged from the passage and walked back into the night, her expression cold.

Courtyard 005.

"What exactly happened? Can someone tell me?! How did Lurence and the others die?"

Lister's face was as dark as an enraged lion's.

"Captain, Great Xia's Patrol Squad will be here soon. We should pull out first."

Shimokawa Den cautiously scanned their surroundings and spoke in a low voice.

Lister took a deep breath, then said slowly, "Get rid of every trace that could lead back to us. Especially their communicators—not a single one can be left behind.

And—"

But before he could finish, his expression suddenly changed, and he dodged sharply to the side.

He wasn't fast enough.

A short sword shot out of the darkness.

Lister threw everything he had into swinging his blade at the attacker.

"Clang!!"

But with a deafening crash,

his arm twisted as he was sent flying, his face stricken with horror.

Lister spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of his internal organs. He twisted in midair and managed to land on his feet, barely steadying himself.

"Primary Battle General?! Run!"

Shimokawa Den immediately sprang toward the roof.

"Pfft!"

But a flash of cold light swept past, and his corpse crashed to the ground.

Lu Fei stepped slowly out of the darkness.

She looked at the stunned men in the courtyard and lightly shook the sword in her hand. Her red lips parted.

"Tonight, none of you are getting away."

"Shing!"

The short sword in her hand quivered slightly.

The blood droplets shattered instantly.

The blade gleamed bright once more.