Super Soldier in Campus

After receiving Wang Zikai's call, Lin Feng got out of bed and drove back to school, intending to give Wang Zikai a workout so intense he'd be ready to collapse. However, when Lin Feng arrived at the school's second sports field, he found Wang Zikai wasn't on the track. Instead, he was sitting with two men in black on the bleachers at the edge of the field, and something seemed very wrong.

"Brother Feng... you've finally arrived..." Seeing Lin Feng, Wang Zikai called out in excitement. He initially wanted to stand up. However, just as he was about to, the man in black to his right, wearing sunglasses, forcefully pushed him back down by the shoulder.

"Remain still, or it won't be pleasant if you get injured..." the man in sunglasses spoke to Wang Zikai in a frigid tone.

Only then did Lin Feng notice the man in black was holding a gleaming knife, covertly pointed at Wang Zikai's waist.

"Kai Zi, what's going on?" Lin Feng's brows furrowed. His icy gaze swept over the two men in black as he asked in a deep voice.

"Brother Feng... I, I don't know who they are... They tricked me into coming here early this morning, saying they wanted me to call you..." Wang Zikai looked at Lin Feng with an ashamed expression and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Brother Feng, it's all my fault for being useless..."

"Didn't you ask me to teach you how to run?" Lin Feng had thought Wang Zikai called him over early to learn martial arts, under the guise of wanting to learn running. Lin Feng had come prepared to be the teacher; he'd never expected Wang Zikai to be held hostage...

"Brother Feng... I haven't recovered from my foot injury from two days ago; I probably can't run this whole week..." Wang Zikai looked even more ashamed.

"Alright, I understand. Their target was me all along. You don't need to apologize." Lin Feng shook his head and said to Wang Zikai. Then, his gaze shifted to the two men in black. "Who exactly are you, and why do you want to see me?" he asked in a low voice.

"Lin Feng, let's not beat around the bush. My name is Long Jiu, and this is Long Shisan. We work for Lord Dragon of the Qinglong Group. We had your friend invite you here because we have a deal to discuss," Long Jiu, still wearing sunglasses, stared at Lin Feng and said in a surprisingly casual tone.

"Long Jiu, Long Shisan... Are you two from the Thirteen Generals of the Qingzi Sect?" Lin Feng paused, a hint of shock on his face. He had heard many rumors about them in the martial world recently.

According to the rumors, the Qingzi Sect had a group known as the Thirteen Generals, who were the true core enforcers of the organization. Each was a Nei Family expert skilled in Inner Strength cultivation. The weakest among them was at the second level of Inner Strength, and there were four or five experts at the third level. It was also said that the foremost among the Thirteen Generals, Long Tianyi, was an incredibly powerful fourth-level practitioner!

"So, you even know our titles. You're pretty well-informed!" Long Jiu chuckled. With a slight movement of his hand, the switchblade danced, creating a blur of afterimages.

"I don't care who you are. Let my classmate go first, or I won't hesitate to take you both down right now!" Lin Feng remarked, his tone light but carrying an unmistakable threat.

Lin Feng rarely resorted to threats, as he preferred to act first and talk later. But this time, he felt he had no choice. With Wang Zikai held hostage by two Nei Family experts, Lin Feng wasn't confident he could rescue him unscathed. He was left with only words.

"No need for threats!" Long Jiu said lightly. "I know what you're capable of. You defeated that Yan fellow, so your skills can't be weak. However, if you face me and Shisan, you're certain to die! If you dare to make a move, you'll both end up dead!"

"Hmph..." Lin Feng scoffed. In his match against Yan Su, Lin Feng had intentionally held back about half his Kungfu, partly to conceal his true abilities and partly to make Yan Su's defeat less humiliating. However, the members of the Qingzi Sect seemed unaware of his connection to Yan Su. They drastically underestimated him, believing the capabilities he had displayed were his full strength.

As a result, when Long Shaotian learned of Lin Feng's combat abilities—which seemed insufficient for the underground fights he organized—he didn't take Lin Feng too seriously. He simply had Long Jiu and Long Shisan find a way to bring Lin Feng to the venue to participate in a match and test the waters...

"Our objective is clear," Long Jiu said, smirking coldly at Lin Feng, his eyes glinting with malice. "Come with us and fight in a competition. Win or lose, we'll release your classmate. All you have to do is show up!" If Lin Feng won, it would be acceptable. However, if he lost, he would undoubtedly be severely injured, if not killed, and crippled for life. Long Jiu naturally wouldn't take Lin Feng seriously then.

Recalling Yan Su's mission assignment from the night before, Lin Feng was a bit exasperated. With what happened to Wang Zikai, it seems I can't avoid this mission even if I want to!

"Fine, I'll go with you." Lin Feng, inwardly frustrated, shot Long Jiu a fierce glare before saying coolly.

"Brother Feng..." Wang Zikai looked at Lin Feng pitifully, his eyes glistening with unshed tears.

"Don't worry, you'll be fine. I'm here; no one will dare hurt you," Lin Feng reassured him.

Long Jiu sneered at Lin Feng's words but said no more. He then had Lin Feng and Wang Zikai get into a Wrangler parked beside the sports field, and they sped off with a ROAR.

...

What Lin Feng hadn't expected was that Long Jiu took him to the Fuli Hotel—the very place he had visited with Tang Rou not long ago.

It seems the police and the Falcon Squad members are gathered here again! Lin Feng thought. I remember that police beauty, Wu Mei, was undercover as a Madam here at the Fuli Hotel. I wonder if she's made contact with Yan Su yet!

As soon as they got out of the car, Long Shisan pressed a knife to Wang Zikai's waist and led him away. Lin Feng had to fight down the urge, which he'd suppressed for a long time, to leap into action and forcibly rescue Wang Zikai.

On one hand, Lin Feng believed the Qinglong Group had no reason to harm Wang Zikai. On the other hand, he was already undertaking the secret mission Yan Su had assigned. As long as Wang Zikai wasn't in immediate danger, he couldn't act rashly.

Long Jiu glanced at Lin Feng with an intrigued expression. Seeing Lin Feng's calm demeanor, he just smiled and shook his head. His assessment of Lin Feng dropped even lower. What kind of fighting power can a guy with no backbone have?!

The Fuli Hotel's boxing ring was on the fourth floor. Outside it was a small, tastefully decorated bar, likely a front. Passing through the bar, they entered a guarded passage. At the end of the passage was a pitch-black door, from behind which a cacophony of cheers and shouts could be heard. He could vaguely make out people yelling:

"Good... Beat him to death... HARDER!"

"Damn it! HIT HIM!"

"Come on, Little Blackie! I've got thirty thousand on you! Don't you dare lose!"

...

So, this is an underground fighting arena hidden in the bustling city, Lin Feng realized.