At this moment, Wu Feng's face changed. He hadn't expected Liang Zhengqi to react so quickly, nor for his body to be so flexible. To be able to make such an attacking move under these circumstances!

In his panic, Wu Feng raised his arm to protect his head, blocking Liang Zhengqi's side kick.

"Bang!"

A muffled sound, Wu Feng's chest received a straight punch from Liang Zhengqi.

"Pu—" Wu Feng felt a wrenching pain in his heart, a sweetness in his throat, and a mouthful of fresh blood sprayed out as his body was flung backward into the air.

"Mr. Wu Feng!"

Lin Bingrui's face changed, and he hurriedly stepped forward to catch Wu Feng, only to be hit by a great force coming from Wu Feng's body, sending them both falling toward Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen glanced at Lin Bingrui, extending his hand to support Lin Bingrui's shoulder.

Lin Bingrui was steadied, turned to look at Jiang Chen, and without a word of thanks, he looked worriedly at Wu Feng: "Mr. Wu Feng, are you alright?"

"I'm not...pu—"

Wu Feng tried to grit his teeth and hold on, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he could only utter two words before he spat out another mouthful of blood!

This mouthful of blood utterly extinguished the hope in Lin Bingrui's heart.

It was clear Wu Feng was no longer able to continue the fight, defeated!

Lin Bingrui's face dramatically changed, his heart plunging into an abyss of despair.

It's over, all is lost!

Glancing at the group of men in black suits around him, Lin Bingrui's heart wryly smiled: With his own men, stopping Liang Zhengqi was absolutely impossible.

"Lin Bingrui, do you see now? Your so-called martial artists are no match for our Beihai National's Ancient Fist Way, your hired martial artist has already lost!"

Liang Zhengqi took a deep breath and spoke coldly. The recent fierce battle had only made his breathing slightly uneven, his combat strength remained intact, without any damage whatsoever.

This was a world apart from the blood-spitting, defeated Wu Feng!

"Lin Bingrui, today, I am going to take your damned life, prepare to die!" With those words, Liang Zhengqi started walking towards Lin Bingrui.

Lin Bingrui's complexion turned deathly pale as, in his panic and despair, he shouted at his subordinates: "What are you looking at? Get him for me!"

With that command, the black-suited men Lin Bingrui had brought had no choice but to act.

They swarmed up, attempting to surround the fierce tiger with a pack of wolves.

But to Liang Zhengqi, they were nothing more than a bunch of rats. A sinister smile on his face, he charged into their midst and in no time at all, they were all downed.

"Hahahaha... All useless, a bunch of trash!"

As Liang Zhengqi laughed wildly again, he deliberately slowed his steps as he approached Lin Bingrui, his lips curled in a bloodthirsty smile, his eyes mocking with a cold taunt as if toying with his prey.

He wanted to torment Lin Bingrui slowly, to let him die in fear!

"No, don't come any closer!"

Having turned ashen-faced, Lin Bingrui's legs trembled as he said, "You, you spare me, I can give you half of my wealth, and ensure you a lifetime of glory and riches."

Liang Zhengqi kept closing in, with a mocking grin, "Haha, your death will grant me half or even more of your wealth all the same, you believe that? So, you are dead for sure today!"

"Thump!"

Lin Bingrui, unable to contain his fear, actually fell to his knees, begging, "Please, please spare me..."

There is great terror between life and death!

Even a big shot like Lin Bingrui couldn't resist the fear of dying; not wanting to die, he could only plead for mercy.

But is pleading for mercy useful?

"Hahaha." Liang Zhengqi stopped in his tracks, laughing arrogantly and triumphantly. Seeing his former enemy now crawling on the ground, begging for mercy, he felt like his life had reached its peak, with no regrets left!

Wu Feng lay on the ground, filled with an inexplicable hatred. It was because of his inferior skills that Lin Bingrui had fallen to such a state. I deserve to die!

The other men in black who were beaten down watched their once majestic master now begging on his knees and were similarly filled with inexplicable sorrow. It was their incompetence that had led to this. Otherwise, why would it have come to this!

"Begging for mercy is pointless, today you are definitely going to die!"

And at that moment, as the laughter ceased, Liang Zhengqi shouted with icy ferocity.

"Ah!" Lin Bingrui collapsed onto the ground, eyes bulging as he stared at the simmering murderous intent of Liang Zhengqi, feeling utterly hopeless.

Wu Feng and the subordinates of Lin Bingrui closed their eyes in despair as well.

It was over, Lin Bingrui was done for!

But just then, a calm voice suddenly came from behind Lin Bingrui:

"Give me a billion, and I'll save you."

Everyone was stunned by the calmness of this unbelievable voice.

"Who is it?!"

Liang Zhengqi paused, his murderous intent halted, as he turned in astonishment towards the source of the sound.

He saw a young man leaning casually against the wall, glancing indifferently at him, and even gave him a slight smile upon being noticed.

There was not a trace of worry or fear, as if he was looking at a harmless white rabbit.

This gaze infuriated Liang Zhengqi completely, who roared at Jiang Chen, "Kid, who on earth are you?"

Jiang Chen, however, did not pay any attention to Liang Zhengqi, his gaze shifting as he looked indifferently at Lin Bingrui, "Actually, I was thinking about helping you for free, but I didn't expect that you would not trust me and instead hired this Wu Feng for fifty million. Since that's the case, I'll double my price, a billion. If you pay, I'll take action. Otherwise, I'll just walk away and wash my hands of this mess."

Lin Bingrui knelt on the ground, turning his head in shock to look at Jiang Chen.

What shocked him wasn't that Jiang Chen was asking for a billion. A billion wasn't much to him, what amazed him was that Jiang Chen dared to speak such words after witnessing Liang Zhengqi's ferocity. Wasn't this recklessly overconfident?

"You're still trying to deceive people here? You're not even a Martial Artist, how could you possibly be his match? You are looking for death..." Wu Feng, lying at Jiang Chen's feet, turned his head and glared furiously, cursing at him.

"Slap—"

A crisp sound rang out, as Jiang Chen reached down and harshly slapped Wu Feng across the face.

Then, pointing at Wu Feng, Jiang Chen sneered, "I've tolerated you for a long time. Do you think you're incredible just because you're a Samurai halfway into Profound Level?

Your tail is wagging to the sky, huh? Still daring to accuse me of spouting nonsense!

Your so-called Cultivation Technique has problems, don't you realize it? Don't you feel a sense of congestion at your Huan Jiao acupoint every time you practice?

And doesn't that feeling get stronger the more you train?"

"This..." Wu Feng was instantly shocked, staring at Jiang Chen with astonishment, "How do you know that?"

"Hmph! How do I know? I saw it!

Also, your master, I guarantee he's already unable to walk, he's a cripple!

And you and your fellow disciples will end up just like your master if you keep practicing like this!

I kindly pointed it out to you, and you respond with insults? Insulting me would have been fine, but you even think of hitting me? Don't you weigh your own capabilities? Do you think you stand a chance?"

With that, Jiang Chen pointed at Liang Zhengqi and harshly rebuked Wu Feng, "Also, if you could handle that guy, that would be one thing, but you can't even beat a disgraceful novice Samurai who seeks glory by betraying his own country, so are you really a Samurai who's stepped into Profound Level?

Nonsense! You might as well be dead!"

By the end of his tirade, Jiang Chen's face was seething with rage, like a father scolding his good-for-nothing son.

And Wu Feng was left utterly dumbfounded!

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