WHOOSH! WHOOSH!

With a flick of the Violent Assassin's hand, two streaks of light swiftly shot towards the two bodyguards blocking Ning Fuxun. The bodyguards, too slow to react, merely twitched sluggishly as the daggers accurately plunged into their chests. They then collapsed to the ground, dead.

Witnessing this, Ning Fuxun was aghast!

The bodyguards he had hired at great expense didn't even have a chance to strike back against this assassin!

The Violent Assassin showed no reaction. Killing and watching people die were as mundane to him as eating and defecating.

His facial features were sharply chiseled, as if carved by a knife. On his right cheek, there was a three-centimeter-long scar. Despite being in his twenties, he exuded an air of cold, seasoned ruthlessness.

He took measured steps towards Ning Fuxun. The cold night wind assaulted Ning Fuxun, making him pale with fright!

Am I going to die? No! Ning Fuxun shouted inwardly. No! I still have unfinished business; I still have a family to take care of...

However, just as the Violent Assassin took two steps forward, his hound-like ears twitched slightly, and he stopped.

"Come out. Aren't you tired of hiding behind the railing?"

The unmoving Violent Assassin spoke coldly.

Lin Feng, who had a stone in hand and was prepared to ambush and rescue Ning Fuxun at any moment, was slightly taken aback. Damn, I was so cautious, but he still noticed me?

Shaking his head, Lin Feng could only jump from behind the railing onto the footbridge and laugh heartily, "Deadly accurate strikes, exquisite sensitivity—the Violent Assassin truly lives up to his reputation!"

Lin Feng's sudden appearance drew the attention of both the Violent Assassin and Ning Fuxun.

"It's you!"

Upon seeing Lin Feng, Ning Fuxun and the Violent Assassin both exclaimed.

However, their expressions differed—Ning Fuxun was delighted, while the Violent Assassin was merely astonished.

When Lin Feng saw the Violent Assassin turn around, he too was slightly taken aback. This Violent Assassin was none other than Mr. Qi, Brutal Knife, one of the Violent Seven Sons!

Brutal Knife earned his name because the Violent Blade he used had no tip. He killed with a single movement, using pure force to thrust the pointless Violent Blade into his targets' bodies.

Lin Feng knew Brutal Knife because Brutal Knife had once attempted to assassinate him!

Unfortunately for Brutal Knife, he failed to kill Lin Feng and instead received a scar on his face from Lin Feng. This scar became a lingering pain in his heart.

Therefore, when Brutal Knife saw Lin Feng and his familiar face, he immediately exclaimed in surprise.

"You are… the White Wolf King?" Swallowing hard, Brutal Knife, who had maintained his composure until now, was visibly moved by Lin Feng's appearance.

"White Wolf King? What's that? How much per pound? Is it edible?"

Since his rebirth, although his appearance hadn't changed much, his age and identity had. Lin Feng had gradually grown accustomed to the new life his new identity brought. He didn't want any more entanglement with his past. Therefore, as far as he was concerned, the White Wolf King was history, and he would never admit to being him, not even under duress.

Brutal Knife stared at Lin Feng intently, inwardly assessing. Something's not right! His aura, especially that sharpness, is a thousand times weaker than the White Wolf King's. His face looks somewhat similar, but the White Wolf King shouldn't be this young... Brutal Knife scanned Lin Feng repeatedly, doubting his identity.

I must be overthinking. The White Wolf King supposedly died in the Amazon, and his White Wolf Mercenary Squad disbanded. This person looks similar, but he can't be the White Wolf King!

Once Brutal Knife reached this conclusion, he felt a measure of relief, yet also a hint of regret. He had always wanted to challenge Lin Feng again, to truly test their skills against each other, but it never came to pass. When he heard Lin Feng had died accidentally in the Amazon, Brutal Knife had even felt a pang of regret for a worthy adversary. However, the person before him now was not the opponent he yearned to face.

"Brother Lin Feng, hello. We meet again."

Having recovered from his initial shock, Ning Fuxun gradually regained his composure. To meet this young man again, especially at such a critical moment when he was being ambushed and assassinated—this young man seemed to be his lucky star! The question was, could he rescue him from this terrifying assassin?

"Brother Ning, how is it that we keep bumping into each other whenever you're out for a night stroll? Perhaps you should cut back on your nocturnal adventures," Lin Feng joked.

"Haha, I have too many enemies. Whether I walk at night or not, someone will eventually come for me. If it's meant to be, it's meant to be; there's no escaping fate," Ning Fuxun said with a bitter smile, a hint of helplessness in his tone regarding his current predicament.

Seeing a youth suddenly appear, Brutal Knife, fearing complications, was about to strike Ning Fuxun down. However, Lin Feng, who had been watching his every move, said, "At this point, if you don't deal with me first, I'm afraid you won't be able to complete your objective."

"Is that so? Then let's see!"

With a cold smile, Brutal Knife sent his Violent Blade flying directly towards Ning Fuxun's chest. Simultaneously, Lin Feng also acted. The stone in his hand, like a bullet, struck the flying knife with perfect accuracy. DING! The fast-moving knife instantly fell to the ground.

Seeing this, Brutal Knife's expression filled with surprise, a corner of his mouth twitching in anger. "Let's see if you can stop me!"

With that, he flicked his wrist, and three more flying knives shot towards Ning Fuxun!

DING! DING! DING!

With three crisp sounds, and without any apparent movement from Lin Feng, the three flying knives were once again struck by stones and clattered to the ground.

"You..."

Brutal Knife turned, the scar on his cheek twitching, and glared angrily at Lin Feng. "What exactly is your relationship with the White Wolf King!?"

Lin Feng's methods reminded Brutal Knife of the White Wolf King, Lin Feng, who had once left him utterly helpless. He had been convinced that the man before him wasn't the White Wolf King who had once dominated the mercenary world. However, seeing Lin Feng's technique, he was forced to reconsider.

The resemblance was uncanny! Both in appearance and technique! Apart from a slightly more youthful face and the absence of that battle-hardened, sharp aura, this man was clearly a spitting image of the White Wolf King!

Lin Feng knew Brutal Knife was trying to confirm his identity. He smiled faintly and said, "White Wolf King? Friend, did you take your medication today? Why abandon treatment?"

Lin Feng's attempt to cover up only made Brutal Knife more alert. He snorted coldly. "Just now, Ning Fuxun called you 'Lin Feng'?"

Crap! Lin Feng inwardly cursed his luck. He had calculated everything, except for the fact that Brother Ning, the man he was trying to save, would sell him out! He wanted to cry but had no tears...

"Well, that's quite a coincidence. I had an old friend also named Lin Feng. Don't bother denying it. You—are the White Wolf King!"

Brutal Knife's expression changed dramatically. "Did you think I wouldn't recognize you just because you had surgery in Korea?"

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