Ling Zhenfei's punch was powerful, even though he'd controlled it, but a single punch still sent the man flying into several others who were charging from behind.

By then, another person had rushed up, directly attacking Ling Zhenfei's back, but instead received a backhanded punch to his eye socket from Ling Zhenfei.

Each person received one punch, one punch that sent them flying, each struck precisely in the eye socket.

The man whose nasal bone Ling Zhenfei had just broken was holding his nose, but now it was good, each of them was lying on the ground holding their eye sockets, their noses bleeding and eyes ringed with dark circles, which made for a rather comical scene.

"Motherfucker, dare to hit me, I'll kill you." Hai Kuan's eyes were dark circles; after getting hit with the first punch, his handgun had flown off to who knows where, and now he was groping for it on the ground.

Struggling to open his eyes, he finally found the handgun on the ground and scrambled over, grabbed it, but before he could celebrate, Ling Zhenfei stepped on his hand.

Hai Kuan cried out in pain from the pressure, "Hey, hey, it hurts, it hurts."

"So you know what pain feels like, eh? Then I'll let you understand it a bit more deeply." With those words, Ling Zhenfei pressed down hard and even twisted his foot.

Under Hai Kuan's hand was the hard handgun, and with Ling Zhenfei's step, it felt like his own hand was about to break.

"Ah, my hand is going to break, fucking hell, kid, I'm going to kill you."

Ling Zhenfei kicked Hai Kuan in the mouth: "Your mouth is really fucking tough, still talking big at this time. Repeat what you just said to me."

Hai Kuan's face turned livid with bulging veins: "Kid, just you wait, as long as you don't kill me today, I'll make sure you can't leave this city."

Ling Zhenfei kicked at Hai Kuan's mouth a few more times, immediately causing blood to flow uncontrollably, his mouth filled with bloodstains.

"What you just said, I didn't quite catch it." Ling Zhenfei asked Hai Kuan.

At this moment, two guys from behind, holding bricks, slowly crept up and smacked Ling Zhenfei on the head with a brick, which he had seen coming from the very start.

His Divine Sense could monitor the movements of everyone around him, and he was crystal clear about how many people wanted to move and how many wanted to run.

Those two guys, having communicated through eye contact, had been discovered by Ling Zhenfei from the very beginning; he had just pretended not to see them.

These two guys were obviously sneaky by nature. They crept behind Ling Zhenfei, one aiming a brick at his head while the other waited for the right moment.

Ling Zhenfei turned and dodged the brick from one of them, then landed a kick in the stomach of another, sending him flying.

The other guy turned and swung, but Ling Zhenfei dodged, then with a punch, he knocked the guy straight to the ground.

"Stop right there, kid, or I'll shoot!" By then, Hai Kuan had already got up with the handgun and was pointing it at Ling Zhenfei's head.

Ling Zhenfei looked at Hai Kuan with a faint smile, "Do you really think you can hit me?"

Hai Kuan's face was covered in blood, with dark circles around his eyes, looking utterly ridiculous, which almost made Ling Zhenfei want to laugh.

"Don't fucking bullshit me, you're still talking tough with a gun pointed at your head. I think you really don't want to live. Now, slap yourself a few good times," Hai Kuan demanded.

"Are you sure?"

"Sure, do it fast, make it hard," Hai Kuan said with a cold sneer, wanting to toy with Ling Zhenfei.

Then Ling Zhenfei moved swiftly to Hai Kuan's front and slapped his face several times.

Those slaps were swift and fierce, and after he finished, he returned to the spot where he had been standing, as if he hadn't moved at all.

Hai Kuan was so dazed by the slapping that it took a few seconds to come round: "You bastard, I said slap yourself, who told you to slap me."

Ling Zhenfei spread his hands, "Since you didn't say who to slap, I can only beat you."

Hai Kuan's hand holding the gun was trembling, "Damn it, kid, you really don't want to live, do you see what I have in my hand? It's a gun, and with one shot, you're dead."

Ling Zhenfei started laughing, "Then why don't you try shooting and see which one of us will die."

"Nonsense, if I shoot, of course, you'll be the one to die," Hai Kuan roared at Ling Zhenfei.

"Boss, kill him, beat him to death."

"Right, beat him to death."

All of Hai Kuan's underlings, who had been beaten up by Ling Zhenfei, were now viciously urging Hai Kuan with the hope that he would shoot Ling Zhenfei dead.

Hai Kuan hesitated, but Ling Zhenfei sneered coldly, just waiting to see if Hai Kuan would dare to shoot. If he dared, he would certainly regret his own decision.

"What? Don't tell me you're too scared to shoot now?"

Hai Kuan suddenly grew fierce, "Damn you, go to hell."

Bang!

Hai Kuan pulled the trigger, but the noise was louder than the sound of gunfire because the gun had backfired.

Ling Zhenfei had long ago used his Northern Spiritual Energy to block the gun barrel, ensuring that if it fired, it would definitely backfire. That was why Ling Zhenfei was so confident.

The current Ling Zhenfei was no longer the Ling Zhenfei who could be threatened by a gun. His Soul Passage had made his Divine Sense incredibly powerful, enabling his Northern Spiritual Energy to silently reach anywhere his Divine Sense could go.

This time was no exception. Ling Zhenfei used his Divine Sense to fill the gun barrel with Northern Spiritual Energy, guaranteeing that it would backfire whenever Hai Kuan pulled the trigger.

The power of a gun backfire was immense, causing Hai Kuan to clutch his arm in agony, his hand covered in blood, uncertain whether it could be saved.

Everyone was stunned by the turn of events; no one expected such an unlikely incident to occur. Over twenty people got beaten by one person, and now, unbelievably, the gun had backfired.

Ling Zhenfei approached Hai Kuan and said, "You've fired your gun. What else can you do now?"

Hai Kuan looked at Ling Zhenfei and suddenly felt fear. For someone used to living on the edge, feeling such fear was no small matter. Now he feared Ling Zhenfei and even thought he might die here today.

"I was wrong, big brother. Just let us go. We're just small fry, and there's no need for you to trouble yourself with us."

Ling Zhenfei laughed, "Isn't it a bit late to be scared now? I'll give you two options. One is that I send you to prison. I know quite a few people who can make sure you'll live comfortably behind bars."

"The other option is I ask you a few questions. If you answer well, I'll let you go."

After hearing this, Hai Kuan didn't hesitate to choose the second option, "I choose the second one. I'll definitely tell you everything I know."

Ling Zhenfei nodded in satisfaction, "Who sent you?"

Hai Kuan hesitated slightly before answering, "It was Brother Teng who sent us."

Ling Zhenfei was taken aback, another 'Brother Teng', "Who is this Brother Teng, and what does he do?"

Hai Kuan answered, "Brother Teng is a well-known figure in our city, he owns several KTV nightclubs."

"Why does he want to stop me from saving someone?"

Hai Kuan shook his head, "Bro, I don't know about that. He just told us to stop you, I don't know the exact reasons."

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