Killing in the Villa District

Fanning the foul air in disgust, Lin Feng no longer expected any help from the security guards lying on the floor. He pulled up the surveillance footage himself.

The footage played back frame by frame, Lin Feng's eyes fixed tightly on the screen.

When an old man and a young man appeared on the screen, Lin Feng's pupils contracted. He had recognized Chen Wen.

"Chen Wen, I haven't had time to come looking for you, but you're courting death all on your own." The killing intent Lin Feng had already reined in spilled out again unconsciously.

The security guards sprawled on the floor were jolted by Lin Feng's killing intent and passed out again.

Ignoring the guards strewn across the floor, Lin Feng pushed off, burst through the security office, and headed toward the Zhang Clan's location.

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Although it was in the city center, it was easy to recognize because it was a villa district.

Arriving at the entrance to the villa district, Lin Feng walked straight ahead.

"No unauthorized entry." The villa district's security guards drew their weapons and watched Lin Feng warily.

"Are you going to stop me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Feng unleashed his imposing presence without holding anything back.

Feeling Lin Feng's imposing presence, the guards inwardly lamented their plight.

"Forget it. I'd better stay out of a powerful expert's business. If they want to fire me afterward, so be it." The guard hurriedly stepped aside.

Continuing onward, Lin Feng arrived in front of a villa.

"Chen Wen, come out and face your death!" Lin Feng's voice carried hundreds of meters, and Chen Wen naturally heard it too.

Hurrying to the entrance, Chen Wen wanted to see who dared act so brazenly at the Chen Clan's home.

The moment he saw Lin Feng, Chen Wen was overjoyed.

He had worn out iron shoes searching in vain, only to find what he wanted without any effort. After all that fruitless searching, Lin Feng had actually delivered himself to his doorstep.

"Lin Feng, you've come to your death all on your own. Wonderful, just wonderful." Chen Wen roared with laughter, not worried in the slightest.

"Chen Wen, who smashed the photograph on my wall?" Lin Feng asked in a low voice.

As the two spoke, more and more people turned their attention toward the entrance of Chen Wen's villa.

The residents of this villa district were all martial artists at the Qi Sea Stage or above at the very least, so naturally they were not worried about getting caught up in the fighting.

Besides, Chen Ao usually behaved tyrannically, and quite a few people found him deeply displeasing.

But Chen Ao was powerful, with cultivation at the Qi Sea Eighth Stage. Even if they were displeased, they could only endure it.

Now that someone had actually come to make trouble at the Chen Clan's home, they were all delighted to see it.

But when they saw Lin Feng's face, they wondered how much strength someone so young could possibly have.

Although they admired Lin Feng's courage, no one thought he could survive at Chen Ao's hands.

Hearing Lin Feng's question, Chen Wen had been about to step forward and admit it, but Uncle Fu stopped him from behind.

Although Uncle Fu did not think Lin Feng was stronger than him, he sensed a threat from Lin Feng.

"Young man, leave. I won't hold this against you." Uncle Fu was different from Chen Wen.

He seemed very polite, but that was only because he was not confident he could defeat Lin Feng. Otherwise, Lin Feng would already have been beaten to death.

"Uncle Fu, he's Lin Feng! How can you let him go? You..."

"Enough." Uncle Fu waved a hand, cutting Chen Wen off.

"Who exactly smashed the photograph in my home?"

Lin Feng kept drawing closer, his tone dark.

Uncle Fu did not want a fight, but Lin Feng very much did.

Not only did Lin Feng want a fight, he also wanted to kill.

"Young man, I smashed it. What are you going to do about it?" Seeing that this could not be settled peacefully, Uncle Fu dropped his politeness.

"So it was you, you old bastard. Which hand did you use?" Lin Feng's face was expressionless, but everyone could sense the fury and killing intent beneath his calm.