Super Soldier in Campus

Black Man Bert's muscular body, weighing nearly three hundred and thirty pounds, was sent flying ten meters by a single punch from Lin Feng.

What kind of strength is that?! What kind of monster is this young man, who looks so deceptively youthful?!

Involuntarily, a look of fear and panic—emotions that hadn't surfaced for many years—appeared in everyone's eyes as they looked at Lin Feng. They simply couldn't imagine how Lin Feng's "small" frame could contain such formidable strength.

Even the spectators who had bet on Lin Feng to win wore expressions of utter disbelief.

The female host was also astounded, her lips moving as if muttering, but no sound came out for a long time.

After Black Man Bert fell from the ring to the ground, he desperately tried to struggle to his feet. However, after struggling for a long time, he couldn't get up. Finally, with a deep sigh, he lay flat on his back, waiting for the medical team.

"Did I win or not?" Lin Feng waited for over a minute. Seeing that the female host still hadn't announced his victory, he felt a bit annoyed and asked casually.

"Ah... yes, you won! Congratulations, you are victorious!" The host snapped back to reality upon hearing Lin Feng's question and hastily responded. Her attitude was incredibly respectful, and she even used honorifics. She was now terrified that Lin Feng would take the opportunity to humiliate her, especially given her poor attitude towards him earlier.

"Oh, good. Later, deposit all the money I won into my card and bring it to me," Lin Feng ordered casually. He then looked at Long Jiu, who wore a complicated expression below the ring, and jumped down.

"Tell Long Shisan to release Wang Zikai, or I'll kill you right now!" Lin Feng said coldly, walking up to Long Jiu.

This time, Long Jiu didn't dare to treat Lin Feng's words as idle talk. Never mind how exquisite Lin Feng's movements were when he defeated Bert; just the power from that one punch, sending a robust man of nearly three hundred and thirty pounds flying, was something Long Jiu couldn't compare to. His face flushed with embarrassment as he coughed twice and said in a low voice, "We've already sent someone to escort him away."

Lin Feng immediately pulled out his phone and dialed Wang Zikai.

"Brother Feng... they let me go! I'm already in a taxi..." Wang Zikai's voice carried a hint of excitement and the thrill of having survived an ordeal.

"That guy didn't give you any trouble, did he?" Lin Feng, hearing that Wang Zikai's voice didn't sound forced, nodded inwardly and asked.

"No... Brother Feng, are you okay?" Wang Zikai began to worry about Lin Feng and asked tentatively, "Should I call the police?"

"No need. I'm fine. You head back to school first!" Lin Feng smiled and shook his head. Against the Qinglong Group, even if Wang Zikai called the police, it probably wouldn't do any good, he thought.

After Lin Feng hung up, a young, beautiful waitress handed him the Vacheron Constantin watch and a bank card loaded with 2.2 million in cash.

"The 100,000 yuan and the watch are your stake. The 2 million is your winnings, and the other 100,000 is your appearance fee..." the waitress politely explained the breakdown of the money to Lin Feng.

"Under what pretext was this money transferred to my card? There won't be any issues with its origin, right?" Lin Feng asked, seemingly nonchalant.

The waitress froze, clearly not expecting Lin Feng to ask such a question. She didn't know the specific answer and, her face flushing red, hesitated, "This... I'm not quite sure..."

"Alright, you may leave..." Long Jiu shook his head and dismissed the waitress with a hint of displeasure.

Lin Feng turned his gaze to Long Jiu.

"The money the company transferred to you was under the pretext of a loan. Of course, you don't have to repay it," Long Jiu explained in a low voice to Lin Feng after the waitress had walked away.

"A loan... That's a good cover story!" Lin Feng smiled, tucking the card and watch into his pocket.

"Our Boss, Lord Dragon, is very interested in you. He wants to meet you and discuss a business proposition..." Long Jiu said to Lin Feng, his tone quite polite. His actions, however, were not. With an almost imperceptible wave of his hand to the surroundings, six burly bodyguards who had been lurking in the corners stepped out and surrounded Lin Feng. Clearly, they weren't planning to reason with him.

Lin Feng naturally knew that the "Lord Dragon" Long Jiu mentioned was Long Shaotian. He was already prepared to meet Long Shaotian. However, Lin Feng also knew that if he appeared too compliant right now, it would be somewhat illogical.

"What's this? Still want to resort to force?" Lin Feng sneered, looking at the six bodyguards surrounding him. Their faces held a thick, murderous aura; they were clearly ruthless individuals, likely mercenaries seasoned through countless life-and-death battles—veritable mountains of corpses and rivers of blood. Furthermore, each had a stun baton and a military knife tucked at their waist, indicating they were far from weak.

Long Jiu shook his head, pulled out a gun from his clothes just enough for Lin Feng to see the butt, and said in a low voice, "We're just taking precautions, being villains first so we can be gentlemen later. Don't take it personally. As long as you meet the Boss, my mission is complete. Whatever you and the Boss discuss, I won't pursue matters with you further. Just don't do anything to make things difficult for me."

Lin Feng feigned indignation, "struggling" for a long moment, then finally sighed and nodded. "Fine. I'd like to see what this Lord Dragon has to say to me."

Long Jiu said no more and led Lin Feng to a VIP elevator. After verifying his identity with the elevator security guard, he, along with the six bodyguards, escorted Lin Feng into the elevator, which went directly to the 30th floor of the Fuli Hotel.

After exiting the elevator, they walked down a long corridor and through a very tall, imposing door. Inside a vast hall, nearly a thousand square meters in size, Lin Feng saw Long Shaotian. He was dressed in a Tang suit, twirling two silver metal balls in his hand, and seated on a Taishi Chair.

This was Long Shaotian's true identity: the Hall Master of the Jiangzhou Hall of the Qingzi Sect!

Beside Long Shaotian stood thirty to forty grim-faced bodyguards. All of them stared at Lin Feng with predatory eyes, sending a chill down one's spine.

"Lin Feng, we finally meet again!" Long Shaotian raised his head, looking at the young man who had emerged from the darkness into the light. A complex emotion flickered in his eyes. To Long Shaotian's right sat a young man in a practice suit. He, too, lifted his head to glance at Lin Feng, his expression outwardly calm, yet a faint trace of disdain and contempt flickered in his eyes.

Lin Feng scanned his surroundings, carefully observing everyone's face. Yan Su was not among them. However, he did spot Wu Mei, who had previously disguised herself as a Madam. She, along with several other equally beautiful young women each holding a tray, stood not far behind Long Shaotian. Wu Mei was looking at him with a peculiar expression.

Upon suddenly spotting Wu Mei, Lin Feng showed no sign of recognition. His gaze merely brushed past her for an instant before moving on. Finally, he looked at Long Shaotian and asked casually, "Long Shaotian, I hear you were looking for me?"

"Hmph! How audacious! Daring to address Lord Dragon by his name? Are you courting death?!"

"Watch your mouth, kid! Be careful your words don't bring disaster upon you! Is Lord Dragon's name something you can utter so casually?"

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Lin Feng had only asked casually, yet he was immediately berated by Long Shaotian's surrounding bodyguards.