Chapter 64: Zhang Fuqiang's Secret!

A full half hour had passed.

Ying Tianlong had been completely transformed into a blood-soaked figure.

Covered in wounds from head to toe, he staggered forward, closing in on Zhang Fuqiang step by step.

The torrential downpour washed away the streams of blood pouring from his body.

Yet, Ying Tianlong's eyes were completely bloodshot.

"If it weren't for you... If it weren't for you, my brother and I would still be selling pork peacefully at the market! My brother might even have made it to college by now!"

Ying Tianlong gritted his teeth. Since Zhang Fuqiang was determined to kill him, he might as well vent every ounce of his pent-up grievances right here and now!

Clutched in his hand was a heavily notched machete.

His staggering gait made him look identical to a zombie straight out of a horror movie.

All around him lay Zhang Fuqiang's subordinates, whom he had single-handedly defeated, sprawled out in utter disorder and looking thoroughly wretched.

Several of them were already completely motionless, bereft of life!

Rainwater mixed with blood, swirling as it washed down into the storm drain.

With a rain-soaked cigar clenched between his teeth, Zhang Fuqiang fixed a pair of icy, unblinking eyes on Ying Tianlong.

Swish...

The storm grew heavier still, pouring down like sheets of water from the sky.

Ying Tianlong closed in on Zhang Fuqiang step by step, his gaze as crimson as if soaked in fresh gore.

"You want to kill me?" Zhang Fuqiang's expression remained completely unchanged, as though fear were a completely foreign concept to him.

"My brother and I served you loyally for all these years! Since you refuse to trust me, don't blame me for what comes next..." Speeding up his pace and ignoring the gaping wounds on his body, Ying Tianlong suddenly leaped into the air, bringing his blade down toward the center of Zhang Fuqiang's face.

Bang!

Ying Tianlong collapsed to the ground with a thud. Reaching out to touch his chest, he found a gaping, blackened hole torn through his clothes, from which blood continuously gushed out!

Struggling desperately, he managed to crawl back up. Looking back, he saw Nina standing there.

Holding an umbrella in one hand and a point-nine-zero pistol in the other, her expression was utterly devoid of warmth.

"You damned bitch!" Ying Tianlong raised his hand once more.

Bang! Bang!

Ying Tianlong crashed back down to the earth.

"Boss, I'm late." Nina put away her weapon, stepped up to Zhang Fuqiang's side, and held the umbrella over him.

"Sheer incompetence—costing me the lives of so many brothers. Hmph!" Zhang Fuqiang said coldly.

"Zhang Fuqiang! I'll drag you down to hell with me!"

Though he had just fallen to the ground, Ying Tianlong suddenly surged back to his feet. Covered head to toe in blood, he looked like a god of carnage risen straight from the depths of the underworld.

Roaring with fury, he charged desperately toward Zhang Fuqiang.

"How is this possible?" Nina gasped in absolute shock, staring in disbelief at the three distinct bullet wounds piercing Ying Tianlong's body.

"Aah!"

Drawing a small folding knife from inside his coat, Ying Tianlong thrust it fiercely toward Zhang Fuqiang's heart.

Zhang Fuqiang narrowed his eyes. In a flash of movement, he shoved Nina aside before she even had time to raise her weapon, and lashed out with a vicious kick directly at Ying Tianlong's torso!

The speed of that kick left nothing behind but a blur of afterimages!

Thud!

Ying Tianlong was sent hurtling through the air like a cannonball, slamming violently into a roadside bus stop advertising billboard.

The metal structure caved inward with a massive, shuddering crash!

One could only imagine the terrifying destructive power behind that single kick.

Inside the nearby van, Chu Feng sat with his jaw hanging open in utter astonishment.

"So... it was him!" Malone's lips trembled, his face etched with absolute terror.

Xuanxuan clenched her fists tightly, her breathing ragged as her full chest heaved violently up and down.

For Ying Tianlong, however, the situation was grim beyond measure.

His gaze grew vacant and lifeless; he was now on the very brink of death.

With a massive indentation caved into his chest, his entire body was embedded deeply into the wreckage of the advertising billboard.

"So you... you were the... true master..." Before Ying Tianlong could finish his sentence, his head slumped heavily to the side.

Gritting his teeth, Chu Feng never imagined that Ying Tianlong was actually the elusive, top-tier martial artist everyone had been whispering about!

It seemed things had just become considerably more complicated.

After all, even old man Sun was completely unaware of this hidden truth.

This went to show just how deeply Zhang Fuqiang had managed to conceal his true capabilities!

If this bastard was already this powerful on his own, why on earth had he gone to such lengths to hide his strength?

"Clean up the scene," Zhang Fuqiang said casually, dusting off his pant leg.

Nina made a single phone call, and within moments, a medium-sized bus arrived at the scene.

A group of men quickly emerged from the vehicle.

They efficiently loaded the wounded and the dead into the back of the bus.

Professional maintenance workers soon followed, snapping photos of the wrecked billboard before immediately setting to work on repairs.

As for the torn and bloodied advertisement panel, it was swiftly covered up by a large banner reading "Under Maintenance."

The heavy rain acted like a giant mechanical broom, washing away every last trace of blood from the asphalt.

"I have some business to attend to. Xuanxuan... head back early tonight." With a gloomy expression, Malone stepped down from the van.

Xuanxuan kept her head lowered, offering no response.

"Are you alright?" Chu Feng asked with genuine concern.

"That massive fire at the paint factory back then—it was set by Ying Tianlong, and Ying Tianhu was forced to take the fall for it," Xuanxuan murmured, her eyes downcast. "I finally got revenge for my parents, watching one of the murderers from back then meet his end... So why don't I feel even the slightest bit happy?"

Chu Feng let out a quiet sigh and remained silent.

It would be a miracle if she could feel happy right now.

After all, the true mastermind was Zhang Fuqiang, the ultimate architect of all their suffering. And yet, Zhang Fuqiang himself turned out to be an immensely formidable martial artist.

Glancing down at Xuanxuan's hands, Chu Feng asked softly, "Does your hand still hurt?"

Xuanxuan shook her head slightly, looking somewhat flustered.

As it turned out, the "second-tier martial artist" fist imprint left on Qian Kai's body was entirely Xuanxuan's handiwork.

Landing ten consecutive strikes precisely on the exact same spot with a margin of error of less than a millimeter—

That was a feat only a veteran practitioner like Xuanxuan could possibly pull off.

"I feel so miserable," Xuanxuan choked out, suddenly leaning her head against Chu Feng's shoulder.

Chu Feng gently patted her back as the two of them sat quietly inside the van.

At a time like this, leaving Xuanxuan behind would be entirely inappropriate.

Thus, he decided to stay and keep her company.

"Zhang Fuqiang has never lacked people like Ying Tianlong. I'd wager there are still plenty of formidable fighters hidden around him," Chu Feng remarked, reaching out to pull the memory card from the dashboard camera. "I've got an idea."

"Huh?" Xuanxuan looked up at him in confusion. "An idea?"

"Ying Tianlong's death was captured entirely on video. I have a feeling that if a certain person watches this footage, they can be brought over to our side," Chu Feng said.

Xuanxuan's beautiful eyes widened in realization. "You mean... Ying Tianlong's younger brother, Ying Tianhu?"

Chu Feng nodded.

A glimmer of hope finally ignited within Xuanxuan's heart.

Given that they were now facing a behemoth like Zhang Fuqiang, trying to defeat him through conventional means was practically impossible.

The only strategy was to continuously build and expand their own hand of cards.

Noticing the slight easing of tension in Xuanxuan's expression, Chu Feng smiled faintly and asked, "Care to go grab a drink? You look like you could use a change of scenery."

"Are you planning to get me drunk and take advantage of me?" Xuanxuan joked, clearly feeling much better than before.

"Take a guess!"

"You scoundrel, not satisfied with a beauty like Li Xue漓, you're still trying to lure me onto your pirate ship?"

"Are you willing to come aboard or not?"

"Drink me under the table first, and then we'll talk!" Xuanxuan retorted playfully, her eyes finally curving back into their familiar crescent shapes.