"Going to Korea? For surgery? What the hell?"

Brutal Knife's words left Lin Feng in disbelief. Damn, this guy actually thinks I've gone for plastic surgery! Do I, with my face that people adore, flowers bloom for, and cars' tires burst at the sight of, even need plastic surgery?

Lin Feng didn't bother to explain, just retorted, "We don't know each other that well, do we?"

Brutal Knife reached out and touched the prominent scar on his face. "Don't know each other? This scar is thanks to you!"

"Hey, this is the first time I'm meeting you..."

"Still trying to keep up the act? The White Wolf King has returned to the martial world, eh? Well, the martial world has changed; you can't stir up storms like you used to! Enough talk. I've been seeking revenge on you for a long time! Face me!"

Regardless of whether Lin Feng was truly the former White Wolf King, Brutal Knife, eager for a fight, knew that as long as this man was around, he wouldn't be able to easily kill Ning Fuxun. So, he decided to eliminate Lin Feng first.

Whether he was the real Wolf King or an imposter, all that mattered now was defeating him!

Both his hands shot out, sending Flying Knives streaking towards Lin Feng from the left and right! Simultaneously, Brutal Knife's figure flickered, closing in on Lin Feng!

"Impressive!"

Lin Feng couldn't afford to be careless. The Violent Seven Sons were all Inner Strength cultivators, and this Brutal Knife had already displayed third-level Inner Strength when they had last fought. Years had passed, and Lin Feng didn't know how much his opponent's strength had increased, so he had to be cautious.

DING! DING!

Lin Feng swiftly dodged the attacking Flying Knives. The two pointless Flying Knives embedded themselves in the stone railing of the overpass, showering sparks.

BOOM!

At the same time, Brutal Knife threw a punch at Lin Feng, who met it with his own. Their fists collided!

Both men channeled their Inner Strength, constantly increasing the power behind their fists.

"An Inner Strength cultivator! You still dare to say you're not the White Wolf King?!"

Feeling the continuous flow of Inner Strength from Lin Feng's fist, Brutal Knife was finally certain that this man was none other than the White Wolf King, Lin Feng!

"Identity isn't important right now. What matters is that your mission tonight is likely going to fail again!"

Lin Feng didn't bother to explain his identity anymore. He grinned and suddenly put more force into his blow!

BANG! BANG! BANG!

In the narrow passageway of the overpass, they clashed, channeling their Inner Strength. After a dozen or so moves, it was still a stalemate.

I've reached the late stage of third-level Inner Strength, yet I'm still not his match?

Brutal Knife was shocked. Over the years, he had constantly been improving his strength, progressing from the early stages of third-level Inner Strength to the late stages. Despite this, at best, he could only fight Lin Feng to a draw.

"HAA!"

With a sudden roar, Brutal Knife pushed his Inner Strength to its peak, then threw a punch, visibly rippling with energy, straight at Lin Feng's chest at lightning speed!

"Impressive strength! But still not my match!"

Lin Feng let his Dantian sink, then threw a punch in response!

BANG!

This time, as their fists collided, a sound like a tiger's roar erupted. The force of their colliding Inner Strength spread outwards, pushing both of them back. Ning Fuxun shielded his face with his hand, feeling the sting of the dispersing Inner Strength against his skin. He was shocked. People always said the world was full of hidden masters; it's really true!

THUD! THUD! THUD!

Their fists remained locked for only a few seconds before Lin Feng's overwhelming Inner Strength sent Brutal Knife staggering back several steps!

PFFT!

He couldn't stop himself from spraying a mouthful of blood, and Brutal Knife's entire face turned deathly pale!

Lin Feng, on the other hand, stood firm, completely unfazed.

"I didn't expect... I didn't expect that I... am still not your match! The White Wolf is vanquished, but Lin Feng, just you wait! We will definitely fight again! PFFT!"

Suppressing the hot blood surging in his chest, Brutal Knife finished speaking, turned, and after a few flickers of movement, disappeared into the shadows of the night beneath the overpass.

"I'll be back..."

In the distance, Brutal Knife's defiant cry echoed.

Watching Brutal Knife disappear, Ning Fuxun couldn't help but adjust his glasses. That speed... it's unheard of, unseen! If he competed in the Olympics, he'd probably beat Bolt in mere seconds!

"Brother Lin Feng, where did you learn such remarkable Martial Arts?" Seeing Lin Feng standing there, Ning Fuxun walked over with a smile. "You've saved me once again. I, Ning Fuxun, owe you two favors now."

"Um..."

Lin Feng opened his mouth to speak but felt a salty taste in his throat as a surge of hot blood rushed upwards. He forcibly circulated his Qi to suppress it. After a moment, breathing slightly heavily, he thought to himself, This guy's strength is very close to mine. If my Inner Strength weren't a bit more abundant, I probably would have been defeated by him!

"Brother Ning, for your enemies to hire an assassin of this caliber, they're clearly not simple," Lin Feng said, looking at Ning Fuxun with a slight smile.

Hiring a Violent Group Assassin costs at least five million, and one of the Violent Seven Sons would undoubtedly command a price in the tens of millions. Someone is willing to spend that much to kill Ning Fuxun; they must truly see him as a thorn in their flesh.

Ning Fuxun shook his head. "Sigh, it can't be helped. In all my years in business, with all the conflicts of interest, mergers, and reorganizations, the powers involved are immense. Along the way, I've accumulated more and more enemies. I've faced assassination attempts and ambushes dozens of times, but I've always been fortunate enough to turn ill fortune into good. This time was the closest I've ever come to death. That assassin... he was terrifyingly strong!"

The Violent Group is one of the top assassin organizations in the country; it would be strange if they weren't formidable. If Ning Fuxun hadn't encountered Lin Feng, he likely would have met a tragic end.

"You seem wealthy enough. Why don't you hire better bodyguards? These ones are completely incompetent." Lin Feng glanced at the corpses on the bridge and shook his head.

"I've wanted to. Over the years, I've spent a fortune hiring bodyguards, but only one, Wang Hu, is truly capable. The others either died or were injured. Some, realizing what a dangerous assignment protecting me is, refused the job no matter how much I offered."

"What about Wang Hu?"

"My enemies have been targeting me frequently of late. I was worried about my wife and daughter's safety, so I had Wang Hu reassigned to protect them."

Hearing this, Lin Feng felt a newfound respect for Ning Fuxun. He'd rather place himself in danger to protect his family. This Brother Ning is truly a man of loyalty and righteousness. No wonder he's so successful.

"By the way, Brother Lin Feng, I have another favor to ask of you, and I sincerely hope you'll agree," Ning Fuxun said, his expression earnest as he looked at Lin Feng.

"What favor? Just say it."

"You know, among my bodyguards, only Wang Hu possesses true strength, enough to make our enemies hesitate. But Wang Hu can't be in two places at once; it's impossible for him to protect both me and my family. So, I want to ask you to become our family's bodyguard—to be precise, to be my daughter's bodyguard!"

Ning Fuxun hesitated for a moment, his gaze pleading as he made his request to Lin Feng.

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