Super Soldier in Campus

Under the dim light, Lin Feng stealthily approached the Liuhe Club goons from behind. He planned to use the opportunity, while their attention was focused on Xie Nan, to disarm them.

Since the other party had three shotguns, Lin Feng moved with extreme caution, careful not to alert them.

Xie Nan, a seasoned player in these games, guessed Lin Feng's intentions from his movements. After a brief pause, Xie Nan suddenly grinned and said, "Brother Porcupine, my entire bar isn't worth a million! Where would I get a million in cash? Besides, thirty thousand a month for protection money is a bit steep, don't you think?!"

It seemed as though Xie Nan had "caved" and was starting to negotiate with Brother Porcupine.

"We can discuss the money later…" Brother Porcupine glanced at Xie Nan and said nonchalantly, "First, you hand over Lin Feng. Then we can talk. You clearly don't understand me. I, Porcupine, am a very generous man!"

Xie Nan certainly had no desire to "understand" Brother Porcupine. This tactic of making outrageous demands only to settle for much less was a standard ploy among these petty thugs. They always started by trying to scare merchants with high prices, so the merchants would concede and pay a smaller sum for peace.

"Actually, Brother Feng…" Xie Nan began, his words making Brother Porcupine uneasy. Seeing Lin Feng silently move behind a thug holding a gun and prepare to act, Xie Nan grinned. "He's been here for a while!"

Seeing Xie Nan's expression, Brother Porcupine suddenly had a bad feeling. Then, he heard the crisp sound of a bone snapping from behind him!

CRACK!

A horrific scream followed. Brother Porcupine spun around. Chen San, who had been holding a shotgun, was now rolling on the ground, howling in agony, his right hand bent at an unnatural angle. The gun he had been gripping was now in the hands of an unfamiliar young man...

This young man was, of course, Lin Feng. He had ruthlessly broken Chen San's arm and snatched the shotgun. Instead of firing it, he wielded the homemade steel gun like a club, smashing it hard against the shotgun held by another thug!

BANG!

Under Lin Feng's full-force blow, both homemade shotguns—the one he was wielding and the one he struck—were instantly bent into grotesque V-shapes. If those barrels could still fire, it would be a miracle...

The last Liuhe Club goon holding a shotgun finally reacted. As his hands moved to aim his shotgun at Lin Feng, he felt a sudden chill in his trigger hand, immediately followed by a searing pain. A slender fruit knife was embedded in the back of his hand, only its plastic handle visible.

"Hiss… It hurts…" the goon howled, half-screaming in pain. Forget aiming and firing; he couldn't even hold his gun anymore. His grip loosened, and the blood-stained shotgun clattered to the ground...

Lin Feng's three actions—snatching the gun, smashing the other, and throwing the Flying Knife—were executed in one smooth sequence, all in under three seconds. He had neutralized the threat of the three long guns the Liuhe Club relied upon!

The Liuhe Club's boss, Brother Porcupine, was dumbfounded!

What the hell is this monster? He broke Chen San's arm barehanded, bent two steel guns into V-shapes with a little force, and that Flying Knife… God, was that even a knife? The force and precision were terrifying, more so than a bullet!

Although Lin Feng's actions terrified Brother Porcupine, his own movements didn't falter. Sensing the danger emanating from Lin Feng, Brother Porcupine instinctively fumbled at his waist, pulled out an imitation Type 54 pistol, aimed it at Xie Nan, and stammered, "Y-you... stop right there..."

Lin Feng hadn't expected this Fatty to be carrying a pistol, and a flicker of surprise crossed his face. The three seemingly simple moves had consumed a significant amount of his stamina, and he was now slightly out of breath. For a moment, he wasn't sure how to subdue Brother Porcupine, who now had a gun pointed at Xie Nan.

"Drop your gun if you don't want to die!" Lin Feng narrowed his eyes, then kicked the shotgun dropped by the third thug into the air with the tip of his foot. He caught it with one hand, cocked it, aimed it at Brother Porcupine, and flashed a set of perfectly white teeth in a faint smile.

Seeing Lin Feng looking so nonchalant, as if he might pull the trigger at any moment, Brother Porcupine couldn't help but shiver. Cold sweat beaded on his shiny forehead. Damn it, who is this kid? He's even more ruthless than I am!

Brother Porcupine didn't dare to gamble on how important Xie Nan was to Lin Feng. He instantly shifted his aim, pointing the pistol at Lin Feng, his voice trembling, "You... you put your gun down first!"

Facing the dark, ominous muzzle of the imitation Type 54, Lin Feng's heart also skipped a beat. This thing could genuinely take my life; I can't afford to be careless...

"If you trust me, we lower our guns together, slowly. Otherwise, let's just see who outlasts whom in a fight to the death!" Lin Feng threatened calmly.

"Okay..." Brother Porcupine was almost in tears. He had been navigating the underworld for many years, but he rarely had occasion to use a gun, and even less often had someone point a shotgun at him. Lin Feng had already scared him witless!

Following this, Lin Feng slowly lowered his shotgun, angling it towards Brother Porcupine's legs. Brother Porcupine didn't dare try any funny business and also lowered his pistol slightly, letting out a huge sigh of relief.

Seeing two of his underlings, both with serious hand injuries, rolling on the ground and screaming in agony, Brother Porcupine felt a chill. His expression turned grave as he looked at Lin Feng. "Excellent skills, brother! May I ask your name?"

"You... don't recognize me?" Lin Feng said with a smile. "Weren't you looking for me?"

"B-Bro... Brother Porcupine, h-he... he's Lin Feng!" Long Si, who had witnessed Lin Feng's skills, stammered from behind Brother Porcupine.

"So you're Lin Feng..." Brother Porcupine sucked in a cold breath. He hadn't expected Lin Feng to be this ferocious. Previously, when he heard Long Si talk about the disastrous defeat at the Fenghuo Bar, he had thought the guy was making excuses to shirk responsibility. But after witnessing Lin Feng's combat prowess with his own eyes, Brother Porcupine knew that not only had Long Si not lied, he had actually understated how terrifying Lin Feng was...

To take down three armed men empty-handed in an instant, and even snatch a gun in the process—is this guy even human?

"What's the matter, Brother Porcupine? You were looking for me so urgently. Is something up?" Lin Feng asked. With a weapon in hand, facing a gang boss who only had a pistol, Lin Feng felt confident and unafraid. Seeing Brother Porcupine's disheveled appearance, with his long hair sticking up, Lin Feng felt a surge of anger. Why are these gang members like flies, always buzzing around causing trouble? If this keeps up, our reputation will be ruined. How will the Fenghuo Bar continue to do business?

Lin Feng's question made Brother Porcupine flush... He was indeed here to settle scores with Lin Feng; of course, something was up. But now, two of his shotguns had been destroyed by Lin Feng, and one was in Lin Feng's hands, while he himself only had a pistol. Besides, the Fenghuo Bar had just as many people, if not more, than his Liuhe Club members. How on earth was he supposed to settle this score?

Brother Porcupine felt like he was riding a tiger and couldn't get off.