Chapter Eighty-Nine: A Lesson Long Overdue

Lin Bufei clicked his tongue and hurled a pile of junk from beside him at Qin Feng.

Then he rolled away and fired again at the boy, but this time his target was not Qin Feng himself, but the running shoes on Qin Feng’s feet.

The Left Revolver struck the shoes.

The running shoes were light and comfortable, designed to improve walking performance, cushion impact, and protect the feet.

What they meant was death.

The shoes hit by the bullet exhaled a plume of black smoke, and something invisible died.

Interesting.

Qin Feng staggered, nearly losing his balance, and quickly kicked the shoes off his feet, laughing with evident amusement.

Because in that instant, the shoes on his feet had become as heavy as stone, cramped and overburdened to the point of collapse.

"Listen, handsome. I don’t want to make an enemy of you, but if you—"

"Sorry, I do."

Before Lin Bufei could finish, a flash of cold light swept before his eyes.

The scar-faced man’s eyes flew wide open, and he instinctively raised a hand to protect his throat. In the next instant, blood gushed forth.

"Ugh—"

Lin Bufei gave a short cry, and the revolver in his hand flew away.

He looked down at his arm, at the gash there, where bone was already faintly visible.

Crazy! With such a deep knife wound, if he had raised his hand just now, his throat would have been slit open!

Looking at the boy before him, still wearing that sinister smile, Lin Bufei’s strange fear surged to its peak.

"Hey, hey, hey! Qin Feng... have you lost your mind? If you really try to kill me, do you know what Ji Linmo will—"

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Suddenly, a pounding sounded at the iron door. Then, with one final crash, the door flew open amid a cloud of dust and fell to the floor.

Ji Linmo appeared before the two of them with a storm-dark face.

"Ah, Mr. Ji, you’re here~"

"Unfortunately, your timing is terrible. I’m handling something important right now. Could you close your eyes for a moment?"

Qin Feng stuck out his tongue playfully, his tone light and easy, as though he were not killing someone at all, only saying something trivial and unimportant.

"Old Ji, that lunatic is going to kill this girl!!!"

Linf Bufei reacted quickly, shouting as he lunged to snatch the grenade from Qin Feng’s left hand.

"Ha, Lin Bufei..."

The boy looked at Lin Bufei, his smile brightening even more. In an instant, a flash of cold gleamed as the butterfly knife was about to stab toward Lin Bufei’s vital point.

Sizzle!

A long whip crackling with electricity lashed down from above, coiling around Qin Feng’s wrist and yanking him backward with force.

At the moment the current struck, the boy seemed not to feel pain at all. Expressionless, he lifted his head and stared with dark eyes at the man who had swung the whip at him.

"Mr. Ji, so you’ve finally taken his side."

"No, that’s not right. I should say that you two have been on the same side all along."

The next second, Qin Feng gave a low laugh, reached out to seize the whip, and yanked hard, making Ji Linmo stagger.

"Mr. Ji, since you and your friend are so in sync, why not play with me a little?"

With that, Qin Feng let go and sprinted toward the iron door embedded in the wall.

"Damn it! He’s got a bomb! Old Ji!!!"

Lin Bufei scrambled up in panic, reaching for the revolver lying not far away.

But Ji Linmo was already ahead of him, swinging the whip.

The whistle of air split coldly through the space like a dragon in flight, and the crackling whip lashed toward Qin Feng.

Yet the boy seemed to have anticipated it. He caught the whip with one hand and gave a violent tug.

Ji Linmo was then dragged by an inhuman force to the boy’s side.

No!

Ji Linmo’s eyes widened sharply.

It was not that the boy had become stronger, but that his own strength had become weaker!

"Mr. Ji, how strange. Why can’t you ever be obedient?"

"I told you before: the safest way is to kill that girl."

Qin Feng extended a broad hand and adjusted Ji Linmo’s collar, his voice low.

"You’re not a foolish man. Along the way, you must have seen many corpses."

"So what is it? Is your stubborn insistence on treating monsters like humans, even trying to reunite mother and daughter, because you only feel satisfied when the red-clad ghost turns you into one of the bodies?"

Something was wrong...

Cold sweat slid down Ji Linmo’s forehead, and the weakness throughout his body, along with the faint pain beginning in his lower abdomen, grew increasingly obvious.

But he had already drunk wine. The rabbit growing inside him should not have been acting up this quickly.

Feeling more and more that something was wrong, Ji Linmo pushed Qin Feng away at once, but the boy clung to him tightly, his strength almost crushing.

"Mr. Ji, let me teach you properly what rules are."

"Cough—"

The tremendous force made Ji Linmo, pinned against the boy’s chest, nearly unable to breathe.

Yet there was not the slightest strength in his body, and he could not move at all.

Wine... He needed wine, to suppress the pain and weakness in his abdomen.

Ji Linmo frowned deeply. His hand reached for the wine flask at his waist, but when he caught sight of the boy’s deep eyes and upturned mouth, he froze.

—Right. How could he have forgotten that?

The wine in the flask had been poured for him by Qin Feng.

"You tampered with the wine..."

Ji Linmo’s brows drew together, and his face turned fully cold.

The pain in his abdomen at that moment was enough to make him wish for death, but bound fast as he was, he could only breathe low and shallowly, pressing his forehead against the boy’s shoulder, his fingers weakly clutching at the boy’s back.

"Mr. Ji, I really want you to look at us carefully right now."

Qin Feng smiled brilliantly, pressing the man’s head down as he chuckled softly near his ear.

"After all, the way we’re holding each other now is really very easy to misread~"

Suddenly, a steel pipe came crashing down toward Qin Feng’s back.

With a shout, Lin Bufei cursed viciously.

"Damn it, and I’m out of bullets at the worst possible time. What the hell are you trying to do, you lunatic?!"

"Isn’t it just that you want out of the instance early? Fine, I’ll agree. So stop clinging like that and let go!"

Qin Feng lowered his eyes. Though he was still smiling, it was clear that he was angry now.

"Ah, Lin Bufei, don’t you know what manners are?"

"That’s why I’ve always found you irritating."

The next second, Qin Feng released Ji Linmo, and the butterfly knife flashed in his hand as he drove it toward Lin Bufei’s throat.

But Lin Bufei moved quickly, retreating to evade the strike.

Still, the steel pipe, his only weapon, was severed in two.

Looking at Ji Linmo still lying on the ground, Lin Bufei cursed again.

"Damn it! Ji Linmo, get up and help already! He’s got murder in his eyes! I’m really going to be killed because of your mess!"

Ji Linmo gritted his teeth and stood, his face pale as paper.

He drew in a deep breath, closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, a chill flashed in his gaze.

"Qin Feng... you really need to be taught a lesson."