Top-class Bodyguard

"Then let's begin."

Ren Feng smiled brightly, then pointed to the ground and said, "Look, those ants have come out."

The old man looked down, and sure enough, a swarm of black ants emerged from somewhere, marching toward him in neat lines.

The old man felt a surge of fear; he wanted to move, but Ren Feng had already struck his acupoints and tied him up, leaving him unable to move.

"Look, how cute these little ants are, aren't they?" Ren Feng stood smiling beside him, "These ants have a tough life, living underground every day. It's time to give them some benefits."

The old man looked down at the ants, genuinely terrified. It was as if some scent was guiding them, leading them accurately toward him.

There was panic in the old man's eyes, but Ren Feng said with a smile, "Believe me, the ants will thank you. Just as Buddha once gave his flesh to an eagle, you are sacrificing yourself to feed the ants. Such an act is a model for our kind."

The old man nearly spat out a mouthful of blood, his face growing increasingly grim.

"Ah, why are you looking at me like that? Keep looking, and the ants will eat you up." Ren Feng said with a gleeful smile.

The old man couldn't move, and the swarm of black ants had already climbed onto his shoes, gradually making their way up.

"Don't rush; in just a moment more, you will experience that wonderful feeling. Don't worry; I promise it's something you'll never forget." Ren Feng said with a wink.

The old man's whole body tensed as he looked down, finally seeing the first ant climb up his leg. His face stiffened; he could clearly feel the ant crawling.

Suddenly, the ant bit into the old man's leg, and the pain of tearing flesh transmitted through his nerves, directly reaching his brain.

Pain!

Unimaginable pain!

After Ren Feng had struck his acupoints, the agony seemed amplified a thousandfold. Just one ant made the old man feel as though death would be a mercy!

"Relax, look at these cute little ants already climbing up your leg." Ren Feng said with a smile.

The old man's face contorted in agony, one ant after another climbed up his thighs and began to bite.

As if his leg were bread, these ants fiercely gnawed at him, seemingly about to break through the surface layer of skin in an instant.

"Oh, look, there's another team of cute little fellows coming over from not far away. Quick, look, look." Ren Feng exclaimed excitedly.

The old man's pupil shrank as he glanced over, his face involuntarily trembling.

"Ah!"

Finally, the old man couldn't hold back and let out a violent, agonizing wail.

"How can you do this? If you scare these cute little guys, that's not good. Shut up." Ren Feng flicked his finger, silencing the old man instantly.

The old man's eyebrows, nose, and eyes seemed to merge in pain as Ren Feng admired the ants swarming over the old man's legs, advancing toward his thighs.

The old man felt he could barely stand it any longer. He felt as if the first layer of his skin had been torn open, blood seeping out. The intense pain made him want to die.

And some ants seemed to have burrowed beneath his skin. The old man's eyes suddenly widened, the nauseating and painful sensation making him want to end it all.

"Tsk, tsk, this is just the beginning. What if I drip something on that area?" Ren Feng said with a smile, "And in your ears, nose, and mouth; wouldn't that be even more exquisite?"

The old man was completely terrified, shaking his head frantically, a hint of pleading in his eyes as he looked at Ren Feng.

"So boring, you all scream so fiercely, yet you're so easy to take down. Ah, true mastery is lonely." Ren Feng released the acupoints, and the old man immediately gasped for breath and shouted loudly, "Kill me, kill me!"

"Not until you've answered my questions." Ren Feng said calmly.

"Ask!"

The old man panted heavily, the veins on his forehead bulging as if he were on the brink of death.

Ren Feng extended his hand, unleashing True Qi, and released several acupoints.

Instantly, the old man's pain was greatly reduced.

"Who is behind you? What is your purpose in coming to Huaxia?" Ren Feng asked coldly.

"I can't tell you that, or I'll die a worse death." The old man panted.

"If you don't speak, I guarantee that you'll find it hard to die even if you want to." Ren Feng said softly.

The old man hesitated, a conflicted expression appearing on his face, then he gasped and said, "I can only say, we're here for Xia Wenxue. She's the main target of our operation, and then..."

Suddenly, Ren Feng's expression changed. He raised his right hand without hesitation and struck to the left.

But it was too late; the old man's eyes suddenly widened. A dart pierced from the left side of his neck, spraying blood, and flew out through the right side.

The old man died on the spot!

Ren Feng's face was stern, and in the left forest, the trembling leaves revealed a figure quickly disappearing.

Almost instantly, Ren Feng sprinted toward there.

By this time, the members of the Wind Gang had also arrived.

"Quick! Move it!"

Ah Fei shouted loudly.

"Mad Blade, you take people that way; Four Eyes, you take people over there."

Lone Wolf still wore a cloak, a cigarette in his mouth, "Ah Fei, come with me."

The group charged into the villa area, and by this time, the security guard who had been knocked out was coming to, groggily opening his eyes only to find a large crowd rushing toward him.

"What are you, what are you trying to do?"

But it was no use; his eyes bulged as a Wind Gang member stomped over him.

"You..." The guard couldn't finish speaking before more came, stepping repeatedly on him.

"Poof!"

The chubby guard's eyes widened as his stomach was trampled again and again.

"Poof, poof, poof, poof!"

Blood spurted from his mouth continuously, and when everyone had passed, he lay on the ground once more, passed out again.

His last thought before fainting, filled with bitterness: Never being a damn security guard again.

At the scene, the Wind Gang members who arrived first were stunned by what they saw.

Lone Wolf stood frozen, staring blankly at the dozens of bodies strewn all over the place, at the old man tied to the tree, as if he could faintly see the traces of the battle left behind.

From the traces alone, one could tell how fierce the previous fight had been!

Bodies lay all around, the air filled with the scent of blood.

What kind of strength could take down so many people alone?