At that moment, the atmosphere backstage at the concert was somewhat tense, as all the staff had already left the area.

The only people remaining were Zhang Zihan and her bodyguards, along with Ye Feng.

At this time, everyone was staring at Ye Feng in horror, unable to comprehend how he had managed to evade the shooting from several bodyguards at such close range.

The young bodyguard was both shocked and scared. Just as he was about to pull the trigger again at Ye Feng, his wrist was instantly pierced by a shining silver needle.

From that needle, it seemed as if currents of tingling electricity surged through, causing his entire right arm to stiffen instantly. His hand loosened, and the firearm was about to fall to the ground.

However, this bodyguard reacted incredibly fast. Just as the firearm had reached mid-air, he stretched out his left hand. He grabbed the gun fiercely and, without thinking, attempted to pull the trigger at Ye Feng for the third time.

Seeing this scene, the other bodyguards and Fei Zhong were both shocked and horrified. They couldn't understand what madness had possessed this man to attack Ye Feng over and over again.

"Stop!"

Fei Zhong roared angrily at the bodyguard.

However, it seemed as though the bodyguard did not hear Fei Zhong's words. His left finger pressed down, about to pull the trigger instantly.

Whoosh!

Just then, the bodyguard only felt a blur before his eyes as Ye Feng's figure instantly disappeared from in front of him. While he turned his head to look, he felt a gust of wind approach, causing him to shoot towards his side in shock.

However, just at that moment, a hand full of calluses suddenly extended from the side and grabbed onto the bodyguard's arm.

Crack!

A surge of great force came from that hand, followed by a crisp sound as immense pain traveled from the bodyguard's arm to his brain.

Ah...

The bodyguard's arm was forcefully broken, the bone piercing through the fabric of the shirt, and the firearm fell to the ground instantly.

"You..."

The bodyguard was both shocked and scared, looking at Ye Feng with eyes full of disbelief. Especially after seeing the cold murderous intent on Ye Feng's face, it felt as if his scalp was going to explode, tingling intensely:

"Boss Fei, save me!"

With his right hand numb and his left hand broken, the bodyguard was like a fish on a chopping board, only able to ask for help from the other bodyguards and Fei Zhong by his side.

"Ye Feng! Stop!"

Fei Zhong's expression was as ugly as it could be. He struggled to stand up from the ground and shouted at Ye Feng:

"He is the young miss's bodyguard, our Zhang Family's bodyguard! You can't just act recklessly!"

"Act recklessly?"

Ye Feng's eyes were cold, a sneer playing at the corner of his mouth:

"Did you not see, he was just trying to kill me?"

"He might have been acting impulsively! He mistakenly thought you would harm the miss, it wasn't truly an attempt to kill you!"

Fei Zhong's brow furrowed deeply. He had only intended to teach Ye Feng a lesson earlier, but he never expected that his subordinate truly wanted to kill Ye Feng.

Hearing Fei Zhong's words, the sneer on Ye Feng's face grew even thicker:

"It seems, not only your actions are stiff, your brain has also stiffened!"

"You..."

Fei Zhong was enraged, unable to believe that this guy dared to insult him. Just as he was about to retort, Ye Feng's action stunned him.

"Look at who he really is!"

After speaking, Ye Feng punched the young bodyguard in the mouth and forcefully pulled out a Poison Teeth from it.

Then, with a pinch and a grab, he fished out a small remote control from the man's chest, and fiercely tore off his clothes and skin!

Rip!

A piece of clothing along with the skin was viciously torn off, bleeding profusely and utterly chilling.

Ye Feng's technique now was no different from how he had subdued the Mercenary Killer called Poison Snake before.

Zhang Zhan had seen this scene once before and instantly understood Ye Feng's intention. However, the bodyguards and Fei Zhong had not seen this before; the moment they saw Ye Feng's action, even tearing off flesh, they felt a chill running straight from their feet to their foreheads.

So ruthless!

This was everyone's first thought upon seeing this scene; the ruthlessness sent a chill down their spines.

However, when Ye Feng took out a black spherical object from the torn flesh, Fei Zhong was terrified.

"This is a bomb!!!"

Fei Zhong, well-informed and discerning, instantly confirmed it was a remote-controlled bomb, but couldn't understand how such a thing could be inside one of his own men.

"It's a bomb! Or rather, it's a D-217 exquisite suicide bomb!" Ye Feng said, holding the bomb and the remote control in his hand, looking at Fei Zhong.

"D-217 exquisite suicide bomb! He... he is from the Death Mercenary Group!!!"

At this moment, Fei Zhong was completely horrified. He never imagined one of his own was a member of the Death Mercenary Group!

Especially the thought that a human bomb could detonate at any time while hiding right beside him made Fei Zhong's back immediately drenched in sweat, feeling tingling in his scalp.

At this moment, the bodyguard's face looked as ghastly as death, his body shaking violently from the pain. His look towards Ye Feng was as if he was seeing a devil:

"Who exactly are you? Is the Killer Hawk dead?"

This bodyguard indeed was a member of the Death Mercenary Group, having been ordered by the group's leader, Death King, to infiltrate the Zhang Family six months ago.

But since the last mission failed, not only could he not contact the deputy leader Killer Hawk, but he also couldn't reach their leader, Death King.

Now, realizing that Killer Hawk must have met with an accident in Mingzhu City for Ye Feng to be able to pinpoint his location through his phone number, the bodyguard's face turned even more terrified.

"Killer Hawk was killed by me; your leader, Death King, will soon meet the same fate..."

Ye Feng said with a slight smile looking at the bodyguard. Just as he was about to say something, he heard his phone ringing.

Glancing at the phone number, his smile grew even more grim:

"Speaking of the devil, there he is! That's your leader, Death King's phone call!"

Ye Feng then answered the call straight away.

From the other end of the phone, a trembling, hoarse male voice spoke.

"Are you… are you Lord Madman?"

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