Chapter Ninety-Five: The Siege

Gazing at the moonlight, icy and pure as snow, unsure to whom my cup should be raised in inquiry.

Lin Feng stood silently on the balcony.

“Is that Lin Feng—the martial artist who destroyed the Tianlong Hall?”

A handsome man dressed in a finely tailored silk Tang suit stood sideways before the floor-to-ceiling window, his brows lowered as he looked down thoughtfully.

In his right hand, he held a glass of red wine, gently swirling it; the transparent crimson liquid rippled like waves inside the glass.

His expression was one of amusement, his eyes burning as they fixed upon Lin Feng’s every movement. Slowly, a meaning-laden smile curled at the corners of his mouth.

Behind him, Wang Jisheng stood with utmost respect and caution, unwilling to show even the slightest disrespect.

“That’s right, Second Master Tang. This young man is Master Lin, the very one who turned the tide by defeating Cheng Qianfeng, a martial artist at the early boundary of the Transformation Realm. Thanks to him, the Jisheng Society was able to capture Tianlong Hall and rise as the dominant force in Binhai City’s underground world!”

“Heh, so what? He’s just a martial artist. Early Transformation Realm is impressive? Wang Jisheng, have you ever heard of the Dark Web Assassin Ranking?”

“The Dark Web Assassin Ranking? The one that uses Bitcoin as currency, an international list rewarding the strongest assassins?” Wang Jisheng was well-versed in the underground world, having spent decades there. Naturally, he knew about these emerging shadow forces.

This Dark Web Assassin Ranking was essentially a bounty list where anyone could post a price on a life, and anyone could claim the bounty to collect Bitcoin rewards.

Nowadays, a single Bitcoin was worth a hundred thousand yuan, and transactions were impossible to trace.

The rewards were substantial and risks low; thus, major international assassin organizations all took contracts from the Dark Web.

This ranking had become one of the most influential bounty boards for assassins worldwide.

“Exactly. Don’t just think an early Transformation Realm martial artist can evade the top assassins. Even grandmasters aren’t safe. Besides, this is the age of technology; killing no longer requires hand-to-hand combat. Hmph, guns and cannons—what’s there to fear from mere flesh and blood?”

“Wang Jisheng, times have changed. Martial artists are, after all, just humans.”

Second Master Tang was confident. His experiences abroad had matured him greatly and exposed him to the darkest corners of the world.

His reverence for “martial artists” had nearly vanished.

In his eyes, no matter how formidable a martial artist might be, could they stop a missile? Could they block a bullet from a high-caliber sniper rifle?

No. In this rapidly advancing technological world, even the strongest martial artists, relying solely on physical prowess, were destined to be swept aside.

Has the era truly changed?

Wang Jisheng shook his head slightly. Even if times had changed, the strong remained strong.

A master who could slay unknown monsters over ten meters tall with a single sword stroke, who could alter the feng shui of mountains and rivers with a mere finger—Master Lin was far more than just a powerful martial artist.

He was, in the truest sense, a “terrestrial immortal.”

Wang Jisheng did not agree with Second Master Tang’s view and thus spoke to advise:

“Second Master Tang, Master Lin is unlike any martial artist you have seen. His strength far exceeds your imagination. I advise you not to provoke him, or else…”

“Or else what? He can kill me? Don’t forget, this is China, not the Golden Triangle!”

Second Master Tang drained his glass of red wine, a cold gleam flashing in his eyes.

He pointed at a group not far off—Qin Chao, Tian Xinyu, and others, all encircling Lin Feng—and said calmly:

“Wang Jisheng, watch closely. The show is about to begin! Tell me, who will win in a match between the Dragon Soaring team’s reserve members and this so-called Master Lin?”

“The Dragon Soaring team? Reserve members? You mean Young Master Sun! Second Master Tang, you…”

Second Master Tang raised his hand to cut off Wang Jisheng. His eyes grew cold as he sneered:

“We just wait and watch the show. No need to interfere. I’m quite curious to see if a martial arts grandmaster dares stand toe-to-toe with the Chinese military.”

“This…”

As tensions escalated, Wang Jisheng could no longer hold back and swiftly sent a warning message.

Inside the Tang family mansion, upon receiving Wang Jisheng’s message, Qi Heng’s expression darkened. He immediately rushed into the study of the patriarch.

…

At the banquet hall, Lin Feng sipped his wine alone, while Qin Chao, Tian Xinyu, Zhong Hui, and others arrived uninvited.

They surrounded Lin Feng in the center. Qin Chao’s face bore a sinister smirk as he taunted:

“Lin Feng, didn’t expect to meet you again! Today, I’m giving you a big gift!”

“Come on, guests, let me give you a proper introduction: the Yao family’s live-in son-in-law, the gigolo who’s cozying up to Tang family’s eldest daughter, Tang Yun Yun, and trying to steal Young Master Sun’s woman—the master of freeloading, Lin Feng!”

Qin Chao’s loud words immediately stirred a commotion in the hall.

The gathering was modest, mostly leaders from Binhai City’s underworld factions who knew little of Lin Feng’s true identity.

“That’s right. This Lin Feng, a mere gigolo leeching off the Yao family, even dares to reach for Young Master Sun’s woman. Tell me, isn’t he despicable?”

Tian Xinyu stepped forward. His family was on the brink of bankruptcy, all because of this despicable Lin Feng.

Thus, he was especially eager to deal with him.

At that moment, Zhong Hui also stepped forward, raising his hand to rally the crowd:

“Everyone, let’s go! Beat this bastard to avenge Young Master Sun!”

Encouraged by these three, many began whispering, pointing fingers at Lin Feng.

“Damn, he’s the gigolo Young Master Sun is hunting down? My god, Tang Yun Yun is Young Master Sun’s chosen woman. How dare this loser try to steal her? He doesn’t know the meaning of death!”

“Exactly! Young Master Sun just finished special training and returned from the army recently. This guy’s done for!”

“More than done—he’s courting death! The Yao family is a third-rate house. Who dares support him against Young Master Sun? Even if they try, can they protect him? He’s surely doomed!”

Many onlookers wore expressions of schadenfreude, enjoying the spectacle and sneering at Lin Feng.

Some even stood behind Zhong Hui, rolling up their sleeves, ready to fight to avenge Young Master Sun and curry favor with the Sun family.

“For Young Master Sun! Revenge for Young Master Sun!”

“For Young Master Sun! Revenge for Young Master Sun!”

Gradually, the calls to attack Lin Feng grew louder, with some onlookers even pulling out their phones to livestream the beating.

Qin Chao glared fiercely at Lin Feng, his confidence apparent as he sneered coldly:

“Lin Feng, I bet you never imagined this would be your fate! Don’t worry, this is just the appetizer; the main course is yet to come. I warn you, play dead and let me vent my anger. When Young Master Sun arrives, I might even have mercy and plead on your behalf. Otherwise, you’re damn well waiting to be beaten to death!”

Despite the threats and encirclement, Lin Feng remained as unmoving as a mountain, calm and cold as ice.

Qin Chao assumed Lin Feng was paralyzed by fear. Smirking, he raised his fist, ready to pummel him.

These days Qin Chao had trained daily in boxing, all to one day wipe the shame from his face.

“Die, Lin Feng!”

Qin Chao’s right arm tensed, thick sinews bulging as his fist, the size of a sandbag, hurtled toward Lin Feng’s nose.

“Good! Young Master Qin, beat this scoundrel gigolo to death!”

Everyone shouted encouragement. Qin Chao’s face was alight with confidence, certain Lin Feng would not dare fight back, for Young Master Sun’s influence extended beyond Binhai City, into China’s top military unit—the Dragon Soaring team.

No one would dare confront the Chinese Dragon Soaring team head-on.

But he was dead wrong, utterly mistaken.

Because Lin Feng had never heard of the Dragon Soaring team. He believed only in the power of his own fists.