The excruciating pain of shattered bones was already enough to nearly break Zheng Shuizhou, a seasoned martial artist. However, what terrified him most was Lin Feng himself—so cunning, concealing his terrifying strength and waiting for Zheng Shuizhou to willingly walk into this trap.

Zheng Shuizhou could never have imagined that Lin Feng's true strength was so horrifying...

"Why...why didn't you reveal your true strength on the stage?" Zheng Shuizhou finally managed to ask hoarsely, gasping for air as he gritted his teeth against the pain.

With a pitiful gaze, Lin Feng looked at Zheng Shuizhou and calmly responded, "I had my reasons to conceal my strength. I spared you once on stage. Why were you so keen on delivering yourself to death's door again?"

"I... *cough*..." Zheng Shuizhou looked at Lin Feng in agony. He tried to speak but ended up spitting out another mouthful of blood. He wished he could bawl his heart out; he was so filled with regret he wanted to jump into the sea. Why was I so foolish? Lin Feng had effortlessly thrown me off the stage, yet I still thought his skills were inferior to mine...

Clutchching his crippled right arm, Zheng Shuizhou stared blankly, lost in thought for a long time, as if stupefied.

Lin Feng shook his head and paid Zheng Shuizhou no more mind. He led the somewhat frightened Wu Mei into the changing room. After changing back into his casual clothes, he exited through the door on the other side.

「...」

"You really are a fool! I can't understand it; with your kind of skill, where did you get the courage to challenge the White Wolf King?"

Next to the changing room, Zheng Shuizhou was propping himself up with his injured arm, struggling to rise, when he suddenly heard a very gentle male baritone voice comment emotionlessly.

Zheng Shuizhou snorted coldly. He lifted his head in humiliation and looked in the direction of the voice, discovering a man about 1.8 meters tall, with very delicate features, looking at him calmly.

"Who are you to talk to me like that? Don't think you can just insult me because my arm is injured. Even with one hand, I can teach you some manners! Also, this White Wolf King you mentioned, are you referring to Lin Feng?"

Having lived in the country his whole life, Zheng Shuizhou was completely unfamiliar with the renown of the White Wolf King from the White Wolf Squad.

The bewitchingly handsome man shook his head, staring at Zheng Shuizhou with utter disdain, and said coolly, "With your strength, you wouldn't be my opponent even if you were uninjured, let alone now when you're basically a cripple."

"Hmph! You're courting death!" Zheng Shuizhou stomped his feet on the ground, and his left hand shot out in a Banging Fist aimed at the bewitchingly handsome man's face. He was determined to knock this detestable person down with one punch and then properly interrogate him!

Although Zheng Shuizhou was severely injured, his left fist could still unleash at least forty percent of his usual power. For an ordinary person, forty percent of an Inner Strength cultivator's power was an overwhelming force!

CRACK!

The bewitchingly handsome man casually caught Zheng Shuizhou's fist. As Zheng Shuizhou, momentarily stunned, tried to pull his hand back, he was horrified to find that this unbelievably delicate-looking man had gripped his fist like an iron clamp, rendering him immobile!

"Still such a reckless fool!" The bewitchingly handsome man smiled faintly and lightly twisted his hand...

SNAP!

With a crisp crack of breaking bone, Zheng Shuizhou's left arm was brutally twisted and broken!

"AAAAHHH..." Zheng Shuizhou let out a miserable shriek. He could no longer keep his balance and fell backward, collapsing onto the ground.

"Who... who exactly are you?" Having his arm broken by Lin Feng was a completely different experience from having it twisted off by the man before him. When Lin Feng had broken his arm, Zheng Shuizhou had mostly felt regret and vexation. But this man... this man instilled an indescribable terror deep within Zheng Shuizhou's heart!

When he twisted my arm off, he showed no flicker of emotion, as if he were the God of Death himself!

"Since you're about to die, I might as well let you die understanding." The bewitchingly handsome man suddenly grinned, giving Zheng Shuizhou a dazzlingly bright smile. "My name is Ling Yun. You can also call me the God of Killing. Remember, I am the one who will kill you."

Hearing that the other party intended to kill him, Zheng Shuizhou, finally horrified, tried to struggle to his feet, but it was too late...

The next second, Ling Yun's large hand clamped around Zheng Shuizhou's neck.

Two minutes later, Zheng Shuizhou breathed his last.

"It's a pity no one on this ship knows I exist. Your death can only be blamed on Lin Feng. Pray that your Boss avenges you by killing Lin Feng!" Ling Yun murmured, delicately wiping the marks from Zheng Shuizhou's neck with a handkerchief. He then dragged the body into the changing room, casually covered it with some clothes, clapped his hands lightly, and then gracefully departed.

「...」

Unaware that he had been framed, Lin Feng's first act after taking Zheng Shuizhou's bank card was to transfer ten million yuan from it to his own account. He then took Wu Mei to the buffet restaurant.

During the meal, Wu Mei's beautiful eyes would occasionally stare blankly at Lin Feng's face, and she would sometimes let out a strange, silly giggle, much to Lin Feng's confusion.

"Wu Mei, what are you giggling about? Is there something on my face?" Lin Feng asked, puzzled, wiping his face but finding nothing.

"No, I'm just really happy..." Wu Mei replied with a grin, taking a bite of her food.

"What's there to be so happy about? Tell me," Lin Feng said, relieved there was nothing on his face, and resumed feasting with gusto.

"Lin Feng... you know? Right now, my biggest wish is if only I weren't a special agent! That way, I could join you in your vendettas and adventures, completely without restraint..." Wu Mei's pretty face tilted up slightly as she gazed at the endless blue ocean outside the window, her voice full of delight.

This was only human. Previously, Wu Mei had chosen the most difficult and dangerous special agent work just for a subsidy of a few hundred yuan. She had a sick mother at home whose life depended on her earnings. The constant psychological pressure had left her deeply repressed. But now, after getting together with Lin Feng, it seemed like nothing was a problem anymore! Lin Feng was becoming a favorite of Long Shaotian, getting closer and closer to the core secrets of the Qingzi Sect. Meanwhile, Wu Mei could spend her days freely enjoying herself on the cruise ship, waiting for Lin Feng to gradually complete his mission. With a two-million yuan diamond necklace around her neck, she just needed to sell it when she returned to arrange for her mother's kidney transplant surgery... It felt like everything was going incredibly smoothly!

The only thing that made Wu Mei uneasy now was her identity as a police special agent. With that status, she could never truly be carefree and unrestrained. So, Wu Mei wished more than anything that she wasn't a special agent at all; life would be so much simpler then.

"That's simple. If you don't want to be a special agent, just resign immediately! I can support you anyway..." Lin Feng, oblivious to Wu Mei's deeper thoughts, said bluntly.

"That's not what I meant..." Wu Mei pouted. Just as she was about to scold Lin Feng for his insensitivity, she suddenly saw a dozen or so burly men in black suits menacingly push open the restaurant's glass doors and stride in...

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