The man's expression changed slightly, and he hurriedly raised his katana to block in front of him. However, Lin Feng's spear thrust out with terrifying destructive power, instantly destroying the katana and then piercing through the man's throat, piercing his skull, which rolled to the ground.

Lin Feng flicked his right hand, tossing the man to the ground. Gripping his sniper rifle in his left hand, he looked into the distance and coldly snorted, "I told you, you're all going to die!"

After saying that, he suddenly leaped up and became a blur, rushing towards the other two. At that moment, the two realized that the person in front of them was not simple and had such powerful explosive force. Without saying a word, they immediately turned and ran.

Lin Feng didn't chase after them. Instead, he rushed towards the man. He stomped on the ground and shot into the air like a cannonball. In mid-air, he performed a spinning kick and struck the man in the chest.

The man groaned as he was kicked away, crashing heavily into the wall. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, indicating he was seriously injured.

Lin Feng landed in front of the man, coldly smiled, and reached out to grab the man's neck.

With a 'crack', the man's throat bone was crushed to pieces.

"You should be thankful I spared your life; otherwise, I would have slaughtered everyone and made your entire family pay the price for this!"

Lin Feng spoke coldly, then tossed the other man's body aside.

......

Meanwhile, in a luxurious villa, a middle-aged man sat on a sofa with his eyes closed, motionless.

"Bang bang bang..."

Suddenly, there was a rapid knocking on the door.

The middle-aged man slightly opened his eyes, frowned, slowly stood up, and opened the door.

The door was opened, and a middle-aged woman stood outside; she was the owner of the villa.

"Mom, is there something you need?" the middle-aged man asked.

The woman said, "Sir, I just received news that the young lady there is dead."

"Dead? How could this be?" The middle-aged man was shocked and asked hurriedly.

The middle-aged woman smiled bitterly and said, "I don't know the specifics, but I do know that she was ambushed and killed while trying to escape."

"An ambush?!" The middle-aged man frowned.

The middle-aged woman nodded: "Yes, I've also investigated this matter. It happened a week ago, and we've even found some clues."

The middle-aged man said, "Take me there quickly!!"

"Yes!!" the middle-aged woman replied and quickly led the middle-aged man away.

Half an hour later, the two arrived at a tall building. The middle-aged man was stunned by the sight before him.

At this moment, they were surrounded by a dense, countless crowd of people.

"How could this be? Why are so many people gathered here?" The middle-aged man wondered. He quickly stepped forward, squeezed through the crowd, and walked ahead.

On the ground ahead lay a young man, his eyes wide open, his face filled with anger and fear, clearly dying with his eyes open in disbelief.

The middle-aged man glanced at the young man and found his clothes somewhat familiar, but he wasn't sure.

The crowd surrounding the young man included men and women, young and old, all of whom stared intently at his corpse, their expressions filled with profound grief.

"How could this happen..." the middle-aged man murmured to himself.

"Sir, do you know this young man?" an old man suddenly asked.

"This young man is my friend," the middle-aged man said.

"Could we take his body back and give him a proper burial? After all, he was a living person," the old man said.

The middle-aged man paused for a moment, then slowly nodded: "Alright, I promise you. However, I hope you won't reveal what happened tonight, especially anything about him. Do you understand?"

The old man nodded quickly.

"Thank you," the middle-aged man said, then turned and left.

The middle-aged woman also turned and left.

"Mom, do you know this young man?" the middle-aged man couldn't help but ask.

The woman shook her head and said, "I don't know him, but he's very handsome and stylish."

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man couldn't help but smile, but he didn't say anything more and continued walking forward.

The two left the villa and headed in the other direction.

This is a private hospital. In a VIP ward, the old man is wiping the young man's body, carefully observing his injuries, wounds, pupils, and breathing.

"This young man is seriously injured. If he doesn't receive treatment in time, he probably won't live for more than a few days," the old man sighed.

The middle-aged man looked at the dying young man on the bed and felt a slight pang in his heart.

"My name is Zhao Long," the young man said weakly. "May I ask... what business do you have with me?"

"My surname is Chen, my name is Chen Zhongliang, and my son is Chen Wei. You should know him, right?" the middle-aged man asked.

"I know him... but I'm not exactly familiar with him," the young man said weakly.

"Oh, I see. Do you know how Chen Wei died?" the middle-aged man asked again.

"Well..." The young man frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and said, "I'm not quite sure either. Chen Wei and I were just drinking together at a bar. Then Chen Wei got drunk, and then some things happened, and finally... Chen Wei died."

As the middle-aged man listened to the young man's account, his brows gradually furrowed.

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