Ultimate Master in Urban

The three youths waved their socks and underwear in their hands and said to Ye Feng:

"Country bumpkin! Now that you're in our 404 dorm, you've got to follow the 404 rules! From now on, you'll wash socks and underwear for the three of us brothers and keep the dorm clean! And this last bed isn't yours either. You sleep on the floor at night!"

With that, Ling Shao and his two friends threw their socks and underwear right at Ye Feng's head, then sat down to continue drinking.

Ye Feng listened quietly as they spoke, but the cold light in his eyes grew denser, and the air around him turned frostier.

Before the socks could land on Ye Feng's head, he grabbed three pairs with his hands, and like a cannonball being shot out, he charged straight at Ling Shao.

"Huh? You're seeking death!"

Seeing Ye Feng pounce, a fierce look flitted across Ling Shao's and his companions' faces, while the others grabbed the bottles on the table and hurled them at Ye Feng's head.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

These people clearly weren't from the 404 dorm, but they were incredibly ruthless in their attack. If Ye Feng got hit, at the very least, he would be left bloody and battered.

However, to their disbelief, Ye Feng didn't stop moving, his figure flashing back and forth a few times, and he managed to dodge all the bottles.

"Damn it!"

Ling Shao was also stunned. Before he could react, he was sent flying by a kick from Ye Feng.

Not just him—the other two were also knocked to the ground by two punches from Ye Feng.

All of this happened too swiftly, within just two or three seconds. By the time Ling Shao and the others could react and think about struggling, each of their mouths was stuffed with a pair of socks.

Ptui ptui ptui!

The stench of the socks was overwhelming, and when the three stood up, they nearly retched.

"Kid, where... where are you from?" Ling Shao felt an extreme pain in his chest, as if his ribs were about to break, his eyes filled with terror when he looked at Ye Feng.

The rest were also frightened, looking at Ye Feng with wary and astonished eyes, daring not to make any sudden moves.

"How about it? Now can I live here?" Ye Feng looked indifferently at Ling Shao. He had used less than a tenth of his strength just now, otherwise, these three would already be dead.

Just as Ling Shao was about to say something, a noisy sound of footsteps could be heard coming from the corridor outside the dormitory, as if many people were quickly approaching.

"Ling Shao! You little bitch, get the hell out here!"

A sinister voice came through, and in the blink of an eye, dozens of people gathered at the entrance of the 404 dorm.

Each of these people was holding a steel pipe, continually knocking against the walls of the dormitory and looking maliciously at the few people inside the 404 dorm.

They appeared to be older than Ling Shao and his group, looking more like upperclassmen. Standing at the forefront was a youth with a bruised face, who glared bitterly at Ling Shao inside the dorm:

"Ling Shao, you little bitch, think you're tough? You dared to hit me, now it's your turn to taste a beating!"

"Mo Fei, you itching for a beating again, huh! You think bringing a bunch of weaklings will intimidate me!" After seeing the bruised youth, Ling Shao's expression changed slightly, then he shouted fiercely.

"Good! Good! You little bitch still got a smart mouth! Today I will beat you so hard you'll be picking your teeth off the floor!" As Mo Fei rubbed his swollen face, he surveyed the people in the dorm:

"Everyone else, get out!"

The several youths in the room, upon seeing Mo Fei and his group of dozens wielding steel pipes, had already gone weak at the knees. Hearing this, they felt like they'd received a pardon and scrambled out of the room with their heads down.

In an instant, only Ling Shao and his two friends were left in dorm 404, along with Ye Feng.

"Are you f**king deaf! I told you to get out!" Seeing another stranger still standing in the room, Mo Fei was infuriated and yelled fiercely.

Ye Feng's brows furrowed tighter and tighter. At this moment, he felt that this place wasn't like a university at all, but more like a den of petty thugs—why was everyone so aggressive!

"This is my dorm room, why should I roll out?" Ye Feng looked indifferently at Mo Fei standing at the doorway, without a hint of fear.

"Huh?" Mo Fei almost thought he had heard wrong. This shabbily dressed bumpkin actually dared to question him? The world must be damned crazy.

"Fine! Fine! If you won't roll out, then you'll be crawling out later!"

Hearing this, Ye Feng simply shrugged his shoulders indifferently, while Ling Shao's expression turned extremely ugly:

"Mo Fei, this is between us! It's none of this guy's business. Let him go, and the three of us brothers will keep you company!"

Ling Shao's words did surprise Ye Feng a bit; he hadn't expected this fellow he had just beaten to actually value loyalty. However, he still had no intention of leaving, and instead, a surge of anger started to build within him.

Is this still a university? Why does it feel more and more like a thug's den?

"Heh-heh, I already gave this country bumpkin a chance just now! Since he didn't want to leave before, he doesn't need to leave now!" Mo Fei sneered repeatedly, his face flickering with a ruthless glint as he watched Ye Feng and Ling Shao.

"Alright then! Since you gave me a chance just now, I'll give you one now!" Ye Feng was getting impatient. He didn't have the time to tangle with these thugs, and he said to Mo Fei:

"You can roll out now!"

What!

Not only Mo Fei and his people were stunned at this moment, but even Ling Shao and his two companions were dumbfounded.

This guy is dressed in tatters, could his brain be broken too?

The other side had dozens of people, and each one was armed with weapons, yet you're still offering them a chance, telling them to roll out!

This... isn't this just seeking death?

Mo Fei's chest was about to explode with rage at that moment. It was bad enough to be beaten up by Ling Shao and the other two, but now even a rural bumpkin was telling him to roll out—how could he stand this!

"Heh-heh, if we don't roll out, what can you do about it?" Mo Fei laughed in extreme anger, now fully decided that he needed to have this country bumpkin carried out.

"Not roll out? I won't do much. Just..." Ye Feng looked indifferently at Mo Fei, his eyes without a ripple of emotion:

"Just want you to quiet down for a while!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Feng flashed forward and was already close to Mo Fei, landing a fierce punch right on his forehead.

"You damned..." Mo Fei barely started to say something when he felt darkness before his eyes and pain in his head, and he passed out instantly.

Silence!

The place instantly became deathly quiet. Ye Feng's speed had been too fast; people hardly noticed him make a move before Mo Fei was knocked unconscious.

"You actually hurt Mo Fei! You're dead!" A fierce youth by Mo Fei's side saw this and, enraged, swung his steel pipe toward Ye Feng's head.

Ye Feng's expression remained unchanged. His body twisted, and with an aerial side kick, he hit the fierce youth's head instantly.

Boom!

The steel pipe in the fierce youth's hand hadn't even hit Ye Feng before it dropped powerlessly, and his body fell straight to the ground.

Dead silence!

Everyone felt as if their brains had crashed, unable to process what had happened!

One punch, one kick, knocking out two men—how could this be possible!

The rest of the dozens of people felt their palms sweaty as they clenched their steel pipes, especially terrified by Ye Feng's inhuman speed, utterly horrified.