Chapter 25: Save me, save me quickly

Ye Feng watched the scene with cold, detached eyes. Huang Wenlong lunged forward.

"Dogs fighting dogs—what a spectacular show." Ye Feng observed with keen interest.

...

Inside the police station, ten minutes later, the drama reached its conclusion. Li Shihao sat with a vacant stare, his spirit broken and devoid of hope.

Just then, the two women who had been bathing were brought out. Every man present felt his eyes brighten. Bathed and refreshed, the pair were stunning beauties.

The gorgeous young woman, exuding charm and grace with her fair skin and curvaceous figure, was Li Shihao’s wife, Song Yazhi. The pretty, youthful girl, possessing an aura of purity and a lovely physique, was his sister, Li Qingyan.

Ye Feng’s gaze flickered. He knew that in the future, both these women would awaken superpowers and become Li Shihao’s most capable assistants.

In his previous life, both women were the envy of Ye Feng’s then-girlfriend, Li Yating. They lived luxurious lives, never wanting for anything. Li Yating had complained to him more than once, asking when he would be man enough to provide her with the kind of carefree, lavish life that Song Yazhi enjoyed.

At the thought, a smirk tugged at the corner of Ye Feng’s mouth. He had never imagined that Li Shihao, his wife, and his sister had endured such an experience. Truly, everyone has a dark past. It was no wonder he had heard rumors in his former life about the deep-seated hatred between Li Shihao and Xie Wendong. He only wondered how Li Shihao had managed to escape back then.

A flicker of doubt crossed Ye Feng’s eyes.

In the room, the scarred man, Xie Wendong, stared greedily at Song Yazhi and Li Qingyan. He swallowed hard, stepping closer to them. "Haha, these truly are treasures among women!"

Song Yazhi and Li Qingyan trembled, their faces filled with panic. "Husband, save us!" "You—stay away!"

Xie Wendong wore a lecherous grin. "Go ahead and scream! Even if you scream until your throats go raw, no one is coming to save you!"

With that, Xie Wendong pounced like a starving tiger.

"Rip!" The sound of tearing fabric echoed repeatedly, followed by the sound of women weeping.

On the other side, Li Shihao snapped out of his stupor at the sound of his wife’s cries. Seeing what was happening, his eyes burned with rage, and he cursed, "You trash! You beasts! Let go of my wife! Let go of my sister! Come at me if you have the guts!"

Huang Wenlong stepped forward, appearing before the man, and let out a sinister laugh. "If you want us to come at you, then so be it! Little sweetheart, you’ve got quite a backbone, don't you?"

Seeing Huang Wenlong approach, Li Shihao was terrified. His body shuddered involuntarily; he clamped his legs together, his face drained of color as he screamed in terror, "No... don't... stay away!"

Huang Wenlong pulled out a handgun, aiming it at Li Shihao with a look of mock regret. "You’re quite supple; I actually like you. Unfortunately, my boss doesn't think we need any more men here... so I’m afraid you’ll have to die."

Li Shihao trembled violently, begging for mercy. "No... don't kill me! I can join you! Please, spare me..."

Huang Wenlong laughed disdainfully. "We don't need a coward like you! As for your wife and sister, my boss and the brothers will take good care of them."

As he spoke, Huang Wenlong prepared to pull the trigger.

"No, don't!" the man cried out in a panic. "I can... serve you too."

Huang Wenlong looked conflicted and glanced over at the scarred man, only to find Xie Wendong already occupied. With a shrug of disappointment, he sneered, "My boss says no. Sorry about that!"

"Ah!" Li Shihao shrieked in terror, losing control of his bladder and bowels.

"No... don't!!"

Huang Wenlong frowned, his finger tightening on the trigger.

In the next instant, a pebble flew through the air at high speed, instantly piercing the back of Huang Wenlong’s hand.

*Splat!*

Blood dripped, and the pistol clattered to the floor.

"Aaaah!" Huang Wenlong let out a piercing scream, his face contorted in agony.

"Who’s there? What’s going on?"

Startled by the sudden turn of events, Xie Wendong scrambled up from the women, frantically reaching for his gun. The other six henchmen also panicked, raising their weapons as they stood on guard.

Ye Feng stepped out from the doorway. Taking revenge with his own hands—that was true satisfaction. He scanned the room with a playful glint in his eyes. "Haha, what a wonderful show!"

Li Shihao, feeling as if he had been granted a second chance at life, begged, "Big brother, save me! Help!"

Song Yazhi and Li Qingyan took advantage of the chaos to retreat into the bathroom, huddled in a corner, shivering.

Huang Wenlong, blood streaming from his palm, broke into a cold sweat. He roared with venomous hatred, "Ah! My hand! Kill him... Boss, kill him! Avenge me!"

Xie Wendong was equally decisive. Before Huang Wenlong even finished his plea, he had already raised his gun. "I don't care who you are, die! Open fire! Everyone, shoot!"

Xie Wendong’s face was twisted with malice as he pulled the trigger. Having his fun interrupted had filled him with rage. His henchmen followed suit, firing at Ye Feng.

"Shoot him! Blast him to bits!"

*Bang! Bang! Bang!*

A hail of bullets flew toward Ye Feng. Xie Wendong wore a confident expression, and his men mirrored his triumphant grin, fully expecting Ye Feng to be turned into a sieve.

But the next moment, everyone’s eyes widened in disbelief. A golden light enveloped Ye Feng’s body, and every bullet that struck him was deflected by the shimmering barrier. Ye Feng remained completely unharmed.

"What the hell!" "Damn it! This is impossible!" "My god, is that the Golden Bell Shield?"

The men were filled with panic and sheer incredulity. Xie Wendong was equally shocked, his eyes nearly popping out of his head.

One of the faster-thinking thugs gasped, "My god, there’s actually an ability like this in the world?"

It dawned on them: it was a superpower! A defensive superpower!

Bathed in golden light, Ye Feng walked forward slowly, looking like a god of war. The thugs turned deathly pale, trembling from head to toe.

"Boss, what do we do? He’s an esper! What kind of power is that?" "We’re done for! We’re finished!"

Xie Wendong took a deep breath, forcing a smile. He bowed, speaking with feigned respect. "Friend, I spoke too loudly just now! ...I was too impulsive, I apologize..."

Before the scarred man could finish, Ye Feng cut him off. "Shooting at me just now felt pretty good, didn't it? Now... it’s my turn!"

As Ye Feng spoke, a thought crossed his mind, and a Desert Eagle appeared in his hand.

Seeing this, Xie Wendong’s face changed drastically; he instinctively raised his gun to fire. At the same time, Ye Feng pulled the trigger.

*Bang! Bang!*

Two bullets flew out. The one aimed at Ye Feng was deflected by his golden barrier, while the bullet aimed at the scarred man struck him squarely between the eyebrows.

Blood splattered! Xie Wendong’s eyes bulged, a hole blown through his forehead as his body slowly collapsed. He died in agony, a single thought echoing in his mind: *He’s cheating!*

Xie Wendong was dead. Chaos erupted in the police station.

"Oh god!" "We're finished, the boss is dead!"

The remaining six thugs turned and fled. It wasn't that they lacked courage, but they were powerless. Every time the enemy shot, one of them fell, yet their own bullets couldn't even scratch him! How were they supposed to fight this? He was cheating, it was impossible to win!

Run! Run! Run!

Ye Feng watched the shattered remnants of the gang. A smirk curled on his lips. Transforming into a master marksman, he pulled the trigger repeatedly.

*Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!*

One shot, one kill—every single one a headshot. The six thugs all fell dead.

"My marksmanship is truly excellent," Ye Feng thought with satisfaction. After the enhancement from the Marksmanship Mastery Scroll, he had truly become a sharpshooter.

"Right, there's still one left." Ye Feng turned around, then paused for a moment.

Huang Wenlong, pale as a sheet, was holding a dagger with his remaining good hand, pressing it against Li Shihao’s throat. With a look of desperate bluster, he shrieked, "You came here to save him, didn't you?! Look closely—this pretty boy is in my hands now!"

Huang Wenlong hid carefully behind Li Shihao, gritting his teeth against the pain as he threatened, "Move! Let me go! Look closely—I have a hostage! If you fire, I’ll kill him!"

Li Shihao, acting as the hostage, was paralyzed with fear, stammering, "Brother, don't... don't shoot! Save me, please save me!"

Ye Feng: "??"

What was this? Save him? Ye Feng found it rather amusing.