Evil Dragon Crazy Soldier King

The man called Chong Ba immediately received fervent support from the other men at his suggestion.

Watching Lin Xueyi's elegant demeanor and sizzling figure, these guys were having a hard time containing themselves.

However, these thugs all followed Feng Biao.

Feng Biao, although not much of a talker, was ruthless and ruthless, so everyone was quite afraid of him.

Thus, although the thugs spoke carelessly, their eyes were all watching Feng Biao's reaction.

If Feng Biao had no objections, of course, they would all be overjoyed.

Feng Biao just sat there on the stool, his back straight.

He watched his nose, his nose watched his heart, silent and wordless, as if he hadn't heard the thugs' words.

Seeing Feng Biao like this, Chong Ba and the other thugs exchanged glances.

Chong Ba pursed his lips, and the men understood, staying silent.

The three thugs quietly moved towards the small room where Lin Xueyi was held captive.

Although Feng Biao was known for his strange temper and fierce approach, he wasn't someone who was entirely unreasonable.

His silence was taken as agreement.

The three thugs reached the door of the brick house, only to find the door lock already undone.

Chong Ba was stunned and cursed, "Damn it, who unlocked the door?"

"If that beauty has escaped, Brother Wei will surely have our heads."

The other two thugs started to panic and pushed the door open.

As they just pushed the door open, everything blurred before their eyes, bang bang, two sounds rang out, and the two thugs were hit by a punch and a kick respectively.

Both staggered backwards, one with a swollen face and blue nose, the other doubled over, too pained to straighten his back again.

Chong Ba was greatly frightened, retreating three or four steps.

There at the doorway stood a beautiful woman in Nike sportswear, with sharp brows and phoenix eyes, short hair cascading over her shoulders, looking dashing and majestic.

She stared coldly at Chong Ba, "You guys are audacious, kidnapping someone in broad daylight? You want to end up in maximum security?"

Feng Cai'er!

Feng Cai'er had originally planned to sneak Lin Xueyi out, but just as she was waking Lin Xueyi up, she was caught by the three thugs including Chong Ba.

Right then, she hid behind the door, struck first to gain the upper hand, and made her move.

The sight of Feng Cai'er startled Chong Ba.

While Feng Cai'er was not to be trifled with, she was still a young girl; what Chong Ba dreaded was her identity.

This vile act of kidnapping, uncovered by an active-duty police officer, was truly a disastrous stroke of bad luck!

Chong Ba's gaze flickered involuntarily and glanced at Feng Biao in the distance.

Not far away, Feng Biao slowly stood up.

He took off his coffee-colored jacket and slowly walked toward Feng Cai'er.

Feng Biao looked at Feng Cai'er, speaking indifferently, "I could have chosen not to kill you, but you have seen everything."

"Therefore, you must die!"

His words, though spoken slowly, were filled with intense self-assurance.

As if he was a god controlling the fate of mere mortals, his words the decree of law.

His cold intent to kill sent shivers down Feng Cai'er's spine.

Feng Cai'er snorted, "Just surrender peacefully, will you?"

"To commit such a major crime, and even dare to attack an officer and resist arrest, aren't you afraid of spending a hundred years behind bars?"

Feng Biao remained silent, his neck making a crunching sound as he rotated it, stretching his limbs at the same time.

His joints cracked loudly like popping beans.

At the same time, the light in his eyes became extraordinarily bright and shining, as though two small flames were burning within.

Seeing such a thin man display such commanding presence, Feng Cai'er couldn't help but step back.

She had followed her father in martial arts training since she was young and, because of her physical abilities, she was specially recruited by the police academy and became a police officer after graduating.

Therefore, Feng Cai'er knew more about martial arts than the average person.

Typical masters of National Arts are physically strong, with strength surpassing that of an average person.

Such a master could generate no more than fifty kilograms of force with a punch.

If one could advance further, unify the energy through the body's joints, and concentrate all the body's strength into the fist, it would sound crisp and the move would carry wind.

This level of master is significant, known as a Mingjin Master, with each punch or kick exerting at least a hundred kilograms of force.

Feng Cai'er had practiced for over twenty years, and her current realm was mid-stage Mingjin.

But from Feng Biao's stance, he was at least at the peak of Mingjin or above.

At the peak of Mingjin, muscles and bones Crackling like thunder, each punch and kick, weighed at least 330 to 440 pounds.

Such a master was already renowned, and even if only slightly weaker than Xue Tu, he was far from ordinary.

Feng Cai'er admitted to herself that she was no match for Feng Biao.

It was beyond her wildest dreams to encounter such a person, and she greatly regretted not having brought a gun with her.

"Come, seeing as you are a woman, I will give you three moves — after that, it will be up to fate."

Feng Biao's expression darkened as he walked toward Feng Cai'er step by step.

His eyes still held an indifference, but it was the kind that came from being used to seeing death.

Seeing Feng Biao's demeanor, Feng Cai'er instantly felt fear.

She realized that this lawless fellow had made up his mind.

He meant to keep her here, even prepared to kill to silence her.

"Officer Feng, don't worry about me, just run if you have the chance. Let Yang Fei come to find me."

Lin Xueyi had been awakened by Feng Cai'er.

Assessing the environment she was in, she had figured everything out and started shouting within the brick house.

Yang Fei?

If only he could come.

Feng Cai'er had once witnessed firsthand how Yang Fei with one hand had managed to overpower the ferocious and powerful Xue Tu, and she dearly missed him.

"Get down!"

The moment Feng Biao saw Feng Cai'er lost in thought, he immediately made a move.

His Small Capture Hand traced a half-circle, swiftly aiming for Feng Cai'er's left arm.

Seeing Feng Biao's move, Feng Cai'er was even more startled.

Not only was this guy highly skilled, but his martial skills were also profound.

This move, Small Capture Hand, was stable, accurate, and ruthless, a display of true Kung Fu.

Hiss!

Feng Cai'er sidestepped and turned her arm outward.

Feng Biao's claw swept past her left arm.

His sharp nails immediately tore through her sleeve.

A trace of blood appeared on Feng Cai'er's arm, gradually spreading.

As Feng Cai'er retracted her arm, the bloodstain widened.

Drops of blood trickled down her arm to the back of her hand, eventually soaking through her Nike sweatshirt.

Feng Cai'er's mood became even heavier.

Her left arm had been hooked by Feng Biao, it wasn't just the skin that was harmed.

Most importantly, the muscles of her left arm had been dislocated by Feng Biao.

At this moment, her entire arm felt sore and numb, and she couldn't lift it at all.

Two thugs who had been knocked down got up and started cursing loudly.

The few of them were of low quality, unleashing all sorts of foul language.

At the same time, three of them formed an arc, blocking the exit.

Feng Biao's facial expression stayed indifferent.

He slowly raised his hand, eyes fixed on Feng Cai'er, and said coldly, "Next move will take your life."

Feng Cai'er's heart shivered a beat.

She turned to look at Lin Xueyi, who was pale but still stubbornly standing, and found more courage to resist.

Feng Cai'er coldly said, "Even if you kill me, you won't escape..."

Feng Biao didn't wait for her to finish speaking and suddenly made a move.

His fingers, like steel hooks, twisted toward Feng Cai'er's neck, as fast as lightning.

This was the move of a true assassin!

Once he got hold of Feng Cai'er's neck, a twist and a squeeze would certainly end her life.

Feng Cai'er kicked up at Feng Biao's abdomen.

At the same time, her right elbow slammed horizontally into Feng Biao's chest.

Each punch and kick cracked with a snap, showing terrifying force.

However, Feng Biao strangely sidestepped, dodged Feng Cai'er's flying kick, closed in on her inner defenses, then lightly wiped his left palm across the tip of her elbow. Suddenly, Feng Cai'er's right elbow mysteriously lost all its strength.

Feng Cai'er stood defenseless, watching in horror as Feng Biao's left hand reached toward her throat.