NABC Chapter 59 Boss Zhao in Danger
Chapter 59 Boss Zhao in Danger
The off-road vehicle sped across the wilderness.
The straight-line distance from Jiangcheng to Fortress No. 3 is approximately fifty kilometers.
Although the official road has been in disrepair for many years, the performance of off-road vehicles is sufficient to handle it, and it can normally take an hour to get there.
Ye Feng floored the accelerator, and the car reached a speed of 120 km/h.
He held the steering wheel with one hand and opened his personal combat terminal with the other, bringing up a map of the area near Fortress No. 3.
Fortress No. 3 is one of the three frontline fortresses of Jiangcheng in the wilderness, and together with Fortresses No. 5 and No. 9, it forms the first line of defense for Jiangcheng.
During the beast tide, Fortress No. 3 suffered relatively minor damage and should now be under repair.
But here's the problem.
Since Fortress No. 3 is under repair, it shouldn't be open to the public, let alone allow hundreds of hunters to gather there for some kind of student trial.
Unless, someone has tampered with it.
Why?
Because Ye Feng is back.
Because Ye Feng became a great hero in Jiangcheng.
Wang Dehou was frightened.
He was afraid that Ye Feng would return to Jiangcheng and then turn against him.
Therefore, he struck first to gain the upper hand.
But why would he lie to these hunters?
Do you want to bribe these people to band together against me?
Is there some unknown purpose behind this?
"Director Wang!" Ye Feng muttered to himself, "You'd better not cause any trouble!"
The off-road vehicle left a long trail of dust in the wilderness.
Ahead, the towering walls of Fortress No. 3 are already faintly visible.
On the official road leading from Jiangcheng to Fortress No. 3, about ten kilometers away from Fortress No. 3, there is a wasteland.
The wasteland is barren, with no vegetation, only gravel and sand. It is open and offers a good view.
At this moment, a battle is taking place on this wasteland.
One side has four people, and the other side has three people.
The four people were clearly at a disadvantage, surrounded in the middle, covered in injuries, and in a sorry state.
The leader was a burly man in his thirties, with broad shoulders and a thick waist. His left arm hung limply at his sides, and a deep, bone-revealing wound on his shoulder was still oozing blood.
He knelt on one knee, panting heavily, but his eyes remained fierce, like a wounded beast.
This man was none other than Zhao Tieshan, the eldest son of Zhao.
Behind him, a woman in her early thirties leaned against a rock, her face pale and blood trickling from the corner of her mouth; it was Hong Gu.
Next to Hong Gu, Lao Ma and A Kun were lying on the ground, covered in injuries, their fates unknown.
All four men were injured.
Zhao Tieshan spat out a mouthful of blood and stared intently at the three people opposite him.
Surrounding them were three extremely strange people.
The leader was a middle-aged man in his fifties, wearing gold-rimmed glasses and a sharp suit, who looked like a university professor.
But at this moment, this "university professor" exuded a nauseatingly cold aura.
His arms and chest were covered with a layer of black scales.
The scales were arranged tightly like snakeskin, gleaming coldly in the sunlight, looking both eerie and disgusting.
The edges of his scales were as sharp as knives, and they rustled slightly with his breathing.
This person was none other than Wang Dehou, the head of the department.
Standing behind him were two young men, both in their early twenties, namely Liu Kai and Zhang Hao.
At this moment, the two young men were also covered in black scales, though the scales were smaller than Wang Dehou's, but the same chilling aura emanated from them.
Three pairs of eyes stared at Zhao Tieshan and his group of four, their eyes devoid of human emotion, displaying only the cold indifference of hunters towards their prey.
"Zhao Tieshan," Wang Dehou began, his voice calm, as if lecturing in a classroom.
"Why do you have to work so hard? You'd be better off just being our food."
"It's a pity you know our target is that little bastard Ye Feng. Otherwise, I really wanted our master to turn you into great Heavenly Demons as well."
"What a waste of that chick next to you! She's really hot. You'll have to enjoy her later."
Zhao Tieshan grinned, revealing a mouthful of bloody teeth: "You bastard surnamed Wang, you're dreaming! If you want to mess with Brother Ye Feng, you'll have to get past me first."
"Get past you?" Wang Dehou shook his head, a hint of pity in his voice. "Zhao Tieshan, haven't you figured out the situation yet?"
He raised his right hand, the black scales gleaming coldly in the sunlight.
"I'm currently at the early stage of Tier 4. And you? Peak Tier 3. What do you have to fight me with?"
Zhao Tieshan's face was very ugly.
He knew that what Wang Dehou said was true.
The difference between a peak third-tier cultivator and an early fourth-tier cultivator is a whole major realm.
Under normal circumstances, a martial artist at the early stage of the fourth tier can easily crush a martial artist at the peak of the third tier.
If Wang Dehou hadn't known that Zhao Laoda and his three companions had an unusual relationship with Ye Feng and hadn't wanted to keep them alive as bait,
Zhao Tieshan and his three companions were long dead.
"What exactly do you want?" Hong Gu leaned against the rock, her voice weak but firm.
"I said I want Ye Feng." Wang Dehou pushed up his glasses.
"You are Ye Feng's friends. As long as you are in my hands, Ye Feng will definitely come."
"But now is not the time to deal with that little bastard Ye Feng. I'll settle the score with him after I reach the fifth rank. For now, I'll just have to trouble you guys a little."
"Come with me somewhere!"
"You're dreaming!" Ah Kun struggled to his feet from the rubble, his face covered in blood. "We'll die so you can use us to threaten Brother Ye!"
"Is that so?" Wang Dehou smiled and looked at Liu Kai. "Break that kid's legs."
Liu Kai responded and walked towards A-Kun.
His gait was strange, as if something inside his body was driving him, each step carrying a mechanical stiffness.
Ah Kun wanted to run, but he was seriously injured and could not even stand steadily, let alone run.
Liu Kai walked up to him and lifted his foot.
Black scales covered his calves, and sharp, claw-like structures extended from his toes, like those of a reptile.
"stop!"
Zhao Tieshan struggled to his feet and tried to rush over, but Zhang Hao blocked his way and punched him in the chest.
Zhao Tieshan was sent flying and crashed heavily to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
"Boss Zhao!" Hong Gu screamed.
Liu Kai's foot was dangling above A Kun's knee, about to step down.
A flash of cold light streaked across the sky.
"ah!!"
"My feet!"
Liu Kai clutched his leg and collapsed to the ground in agony, rolling around on the floor.
"Didn't you hear me! Did Boss Zhao tell you to stop?"
A voice came from afar.
The voice wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly, as if someone were speaking right next to them.
Wang Dehou's expression changed instantly.
He turned his head sharply in the direction from which the sound came.
In the distance, an SUV was parked by the roadside. The door opened, and a young man jumped out and strode towards them.
He walked slowly, not fast at all.
But every step he took was very steady, as if he were measuring the earth.
The morning breeze ruffled the hem of his clothes, making them flutter behind him. His face was bathed in golden sunlight, obscuring his expression, but his eyes revealed a chilling murderous intent.
Ye Feng.
Wang Dehou's pupils suddenly contracted.
he came.
He really came.
A complex mix of emotions welled up in Wang Dehou's heart—excitement, nervousness, and a hint of inexplicable fear.
What excites him is that he can take revenge ahead of time.
What made him nervous was that Ye Feng's strength far exceeded his expectations.
He knew all about his exploits during the beast tide, including instantly killing a fifth-tier beast with a single strike. Although he said he wasn't afraid, how could he not be afraid in his heart?
As for fear...
Wang Dehou was unwilling to admit that he was afraid.
He is a fourth-tier early-stage martial artist, with fifth-tier martial artists behind him, as well as envoys from the Heavenly Demon Clan.
That envoy was a powerhouse comparable to a sixth-tier expert.
He has nothing to fear from anyone.
"Ye Feng!" Zhao Tieshan's eyes reddened with anxiety when he saw Ye Feng. "You have to get out of here! This is a trap! That Wang fellow isn't human, he's a monster!"
Ye Feng did not stop.
He didn't even quicken his pace.
They walked over at a leisurely pace, as if strolling in their own backyard.
However, the aura and blood energy emanating from his body made Wang Dehou and the other two dare not make any rash moves.
As he walked past Zhao Tieshan, he glanced down at him, then took out a bottle of healing medicine from his pocket and tossed it to Hong Gu.
"Apply the medicine to Brother Zhao and the others."
Hong Gu caught the medicine bottle and stared at him blankly.
"You...you're not leaving?"
"Leave?" Ye Feng smiled. "What will you guys do if I leave?"
He continued walking forward, toward Wang Dehou.
Ten steps.
Three steps.
He stopped in front of Wang Dehou.
The distance between the two people was less than two meters.
For a fourth-tier martial artist, this distance is just a matter of one punch.
Ye Feng looked at Wang Dehou, and Wang Dehou looked at him as well.
Their gazes met in mid-air, like two knives locked together.