Chapter 55: Fourth Brother, Is This How You Handle Things?!

This completely threw Red Hair off his game. He’d been ruling the “battlefield” for years, but it was the first time he’d encountered someone so cooperative.

He raised his hand and pointed at the two men in black by Lin Feng’s side. “You two, don’t you want to vent your anger? What are you waiting for—get on with it!”

At his words, the two hurriedly took the rope and tied Lin Feng’s hands, fumbling through a rather unprofessional knot.

Lin Feng curled his lips, glancing at the rope around his wrists. This thing wasn’t even as sturdy as Chu Lingshuang’s handcuffs...

No, why was he thinking of that crazy woman again?

Lin Feng felt a flicker of annoyance. He was supposed to hate her, yet for some reason, her every gesture and word kept flashing through his mind…

Could he really have developed some unusual feelings for her?

He drew in a sharp breath.

Ridiculous! He wasn’t a pervert! That woman was insane—how could he possibly like someone like her?

Frustrated with his own muddled thoughts, Lin Feng gritted his teeth, his eyes flashing coldly as he barked, “Open the window. I need some air!”

The driver, who’d been minding his own business, was so startled by Lin Feng’s sudden outburst that he nearly swerved into a tree. Only his impressive driving skills kept the car steady as he jerked the wheel.

There was something dangerous in Lin Feng’s voice. Red Hair, sitting in the passenger seat, felt a chill run down his spine, as if his skull might be bashed in the next moment.

Instinctively, Red Hair touched the back of his head and quickly ordered, “Open the window for him!”

The men on either side of Lin Feng rushed to lower the windows.

Instantly, crisp, cool air poured in from outside, clearing Lin Feng’s head. He took a deep breath, finally regaining his composure.

The car sped down the highway and, in just half an hour, stopped in a villa district.

Catching sight of the sign at the community gate, Lin Feng raised his eyebrows.

Well, well—the southern villa district?

He recalled that only those earning tens, even hundreds of thousands a year lived here—the city’s elite. Back when he’d worked for the Xu family, he’d come here for business deals. He hadn’t expected this “Mr. Zhao” to have such connections.

The car stopped in front of Villa No. 6. Red Hair got out first, and Lin Feng followed without hesitation.

Under Red Hair’s lead, they entered the house.

As soon as they stepped inside, Lin Feng saw Zhao Fei sprawled on the sofa, baring his teeth in pain, a maid kneeling beside him, tending his wounds with utmost care.

This guy certainly knew how to enjoy himself.

Lin Feng curled his lip and stopped at the entrance.

“Boss, he’s here!” Red Hair advanced with a fawning smile, eager for praise.

At his voice, Zhao Fei looked up. When he spotted Lin Feng standing at the door, his rage flared instantly.

He didn’t even care that the maid was still treating him; he leapt to his feet and stormed toward Lin Feng.

“You little bastard! You dare ruin my plans? I’ll kill you today!”

With that, Zhao Fei raised his hand to slap Lin Feng.

Lin Feng dodged back, and Zhao Fei’s palm landed squarely on the face of the burly man beside him.

A loud “smack” echoed through the room.

The big man stared in shock, clutching his cheek, looking aggrieved. “Boss, why did you hit me?”

Zhao Fei was stunned as well. He’d just seen Lin Feng’s hands were tied, with his two men standing guard—how could that slap not have landed on Lin Feng?

But now…

“You two idiots, why didn’t you hold him down!” Zhao Fei cursed furiously.

But before he could react further, the two men beside Lin Feng suddenly slumped to the ground.

The next moment, Lin Feng’s voice rang out, chilling as a spell from the underworld. “If you don’t know how to use rope, don’t bother. Your knot-tying skills are pathetic.”

He rubbed his arms, looking calmly at Zhao Fei.

Zhao Fei couldn’t believe it—Lin Feng had broken free!

Now Lin Feng stood before him, his expression calm, but his eyes gleaming with the same fierceness as when he’d beaten them earlier.

Zhao Fei instinctively shielded his groin, pointing at Lin Feng in panic. “Fourth Brother, this is your doing?!”

Red Hair panicked as well. Who would have thought someone could escape after being tied up? No wonder the kid seemed so cooperative—he’d been lying in wait!

He shouted, “Men! Protect Mr. Zhao!”

But Lin Feng wasn’t about to give them a chance. He stepped forward, looped the rope around Zhao Fei’s neck, and with a brutal twist, began to choke him, Zhao Fei’s lips turning blue.

A dozen men in black burst in, only to witness this scene.

As Zhao Fei’s face grew more ashen, agony and helplessness in his wide eyes, Red Hair grew frantic.

“You son of a bitch, let go of our Mr. Zhao!”

Zhao Fei was suffocating, clawing at the rope around his neck, his mouth opening and closing without a sound.

The suffocating grip of death broke his resolve. He waved his hands frantically, signaling his men not to come closer.

Lin Feng’s tone was mild as he spoke, “Shall we talk now?”

His voice slithered into Zhao Fei’s ears, as chilling as a curse from the abyss.

Summoning all his strength, Zhao Fei nodded desperately.

Lin Feng loosened his grip slightly.

The next second, Red Hair seized the moment and shouted, “Brothers, get him! Save Mr. Zhao!”

The black-clad men surged forward.

Lin Feng’s eyes flashed—he knew this would happen.

He let go of the rope and kicked Zhao Fei hard, sending him sprawling to the floor.

Then, with fists and feet flying, Lin Feng fought the attackers with effortless skill.

These were no decent people, so Lin Feng didn’t bother with fair play—he used every dirty trick in the book.

Chairs flew, tea sets were hurled, tables smashed. With Lin Feng and Red Hair at the center, nearly fifteen people turned the once-pristine villa living room into utter chaos.

The floor was littered with shards of glass and porcelain.

Within ten minutes, the thugs were all down—some clutching their groins, others their chests—no one able to stand.

Lin Feng wiped a cut on his cheek, glanced indifferently at the blood on his hand, and licked his lips, still unsated.

He strolled over to Zhao Fei, who was squatting on the floor, utterly dumbfounded. Dragging over the only intact little stool, Lin Feng raised his chin and asked, “Well? Can we talk properly now?”

Zhao Fei’s mind had gone blank.

He had no idea he’d messed with such a fighter—was he some kind of retired soldier?

He nodded frantically, forcing a fawning smile. “Yes, yes, of course!”

Then, turning to the maid who’d been petrified by the chaos, he snapped, “What are you standing there for? Go make tea for our esteemed guest!”

...

It was already deep into the night. As Chu Lingshuang had just slipped under her covers to rest, she glanced at her phone and saw a message from Yu Xueyan: “Miss, Lin Feng has been taken.”

Her eyes snapped open.