Extreme Almightiest Young Master Chapter 88

"Flay them and I’d still recognize them." Li Yong said through clenched teeth, his voice dripping with malice. He understood what Lin Feng was planning to do, and without a doubt, it must have been them who took Tingting away. Looking at Fu Gang sitting behind him, Li Yong felt a profound sense of guilt. His brother had been beaten to this state; if they couldn’t find Tingting, what kind of person would he be?

"Good." Lin Feng, assured by Li Yong’s certain answer, suddenly sped up the car and headed for the train station.

"Aren’t we going home? I still want to see my sister. Why are we looking for those ticket scalpers?" Fu Gang found their conversation peculiar. I’ve just been discharged from the hospital; naturally, we should go home first. Why would we go looking for those scalpers? What if we get beaten up again?

"It’s alright, don’t worry. If I don’t get this out of my system, I, Li Yong, will be too frustrated," Li Yong pretended to be extremely angry, but in his heart, he was thinking, How can I face you if we can’t find Tingting? No matter what, we have to find Tingting first.

"You’re injured like this; we should at least get some medical expenses from them first. Don’t worry about it with me here," Lin Feng said reassuringly, putting Fu Gang at ease.

Hearing Lin Feng speak, Fu Gang also relaxed. The scene he had witnessed at the hospital was still fresh in his mind. People who could make the Dean speak that way would surely have an easy and pleasant time talking with those scalpers. Settling his mind, he stopped talking and sat quietly in the back, conserving his energy—after all, his injuries were quite severe.

"Gangzi, just stay in the car and don’t move. We’ll be back once we’re done," Li Yong called out before getting out of the car. Following Li Yong’s lead, the two men arrived at the edge of the train station and quickly located the ticket scalpers.

"That’s him," Li Yong pointed at a young man with multi-colored hair known as Brother Huatou at the edge of the crowd and charged over.

Lin Feng followed behind, surveying the train station during the busy travel season, filled with crowds and clamorous noise, a chaotic scene everywhere.

"Damn it, hand over Tingting fast," Li Yong, with eyes nearly bloodshot, reached out, intending to grab the young man to interrogate him thoroughly.

"Who the **** do you think you are, grandpa? Didn’t get beaten enough just now? Still itching for more?" Step back, avoiding Li Yong’s grasp, the young man’s cronies quickly surrounded them, a group of seven or eight people.

Brother Huatou looked at Li Yong, wondering if he had suddenly grown a leopard’s guts. He had just been thrashed, and one of his buddies was probably still in the hospital. Yet here he was, daring to show up in front of me for a couple of train tickets—is it worth it? This time he even brought along a sidekick; looking at those skinny arms and legs, he seemed even less capable than the one in the hospital. Have these two completely lost it? For train tickets, is it worth going to this extreme? Could this big guy have brought along a formidable young man?

However, Brother Huatou took another look at Lin Feng from head to toe, and no matter how he looked, he couldn’t see anything special about the young man. In the end, he could only label him as harmless. Is this big guy really stupid or just pretending? Has he come here with the sole purpose of getting beaten up?

You’re just asking for it; if you’re looking to get beaten up, we can’t help.

"Hand over Tingting right now, or I swear I’ll fight you to the death!" Li Yong shouted and tried to push forward again, but he suddenly felt someone holding him back. Turning his head, he saw Teacher Lin holding him. With Teacher Lin present, he knew better than to try to rush forward anymore.

"Who’s your ’mom’? Damn, putting on such an act, do you want to die? My brothers, give him a good beating, teach him some manners!" Brother Huatou was now also enraged. Who dares to speak to me like this? To be cursed by a student today, if word got out, how would I, Brother Huatou, ever be able to hold my head up again?

"Was it you guys who took away that little girl named Tingting?" Lin Feng said to Brother Huatou, his eyes devoid of any emotion.

"**** you, who the hell are you to lecture Laozi? I don’t know any Tingting. Today I just feel like teaching you two a lesson, to let you understand the rules here, the rules of Brother Huatou." Looking at Lin Feng, Brother Huatou couldn’t help but laugh. Putting on such a tough act, you skinny fellow, what could you possibly do? Even the big guy got beaten so badly, let alone you. A look of contemptuous amusement was fixed on Lin Feng.

"Brother Huatou, your words are powerful. We’ll engrave them in our hearts and learn from you in the future. Come on, Brother Huatou, have a cigarette," a lackey eagerly approached Brother Huatou, offering him a cigarette and patting his ass enthusiastically.

"Just watch and learn. This young fellow is quite clever."

The crowd at the plaza waiting for trains saw the commotion and avoided it, clearing out a large space. It’s the festive season, and no one wants to get involved—what bad luck that would be.

Li Yong, hearing Brother Huatou’s words, attempted to rush forward again but was once again pulled back by Lin Feng. He stood at the side panting heavily.

Fu Gang, sitting in the car, saw a group of people surrounding Lin Feng and Li Yong but couldn’t hear a word. His anxiety mounted, and he thought worryingly, Why are these two so impulsive? Having already suffered once, one could simply call the police for such matters. Going up there themselves was like asking for a beating. He fumed anxiously in the car; every move hurt, and he sweated with pain, feeling helpless and terribly worried.

"I’ll ask one more time, have you seen Tingting?" Lin Feng asked again.

"Asking a hundred times is useless. What the fuck gives you the right? Why should I answer you? Who the hell do you think Brother Huatou is, someone who just does whatever he’s told? Tingting, that name doesn’t sound half bad. Don’t know how old she is, but why don’t we help find out and have some fun?" Brother Huatou wore a sleazy expression, flashing a look that any man would understand.

"Brother Huatou’s decision is too brilliant. Here, have some water, Brother Huatou." Another underling rushed forward, bootlicking Brother Huatou.

"Following you, Brother Huatou, we’re really too blessed," the lackey who had earlier lit the cigarette slipped in some flattery, which made Brother Huatou float on cloud nine. "See everyone, how wise it is to follow Brother Huatou? We don’t just eat and drink well, but also—hahaha."

"I’ll fucking end your entire family! You bunch of trash think you qualify as people? You’ll all drop dead sooner or later, saving the rest of us from your blight. Hand over Tingting right now, or else there’ll be no end to this with you!" Li Yong couldn’t hold back any longer as he listened to the gang of hoodlums spewing filth, and he cursed at them furiously.

"Fuck, who the fuck are you calling trash? You lot, get up there and mess them up for me—then let’s go out for drinks. Daring to mess with Brother Huatou means you’re really fucking tired of living!" Brother Huatou pointed at Li Yong and Lin Feng, issuing his commands.

"Got the balls to take me on one-on-one!" Li Yong shouted as he saw people surrounding them, his neck swelling with bravado. A hero can’t stand against a multitude, and though Teacher Lin seemed supernaturally strong, the trouble was his own, and he didn’t want Teacher Lin to get involved.

"Are you fucking retarded? What era do you think it is, who the fuck is stupid enough to take you on one-on-one? I’m all about ganging up on the fewer; what the hell can you do to me? Ptooey!" Brother Huatou spat at Li Yong once again and rolled his eyes while speaking to him!

"Just fucking stand there, for what? Hit them for me, beat them to death, I, Brother Huatou, will carry the can!" Seeing his people hesitant to make a move, Brother Huatou again raised his voice.

"Chop him down!"

"Chop!"

"Take him down first!"

...

The thugs around, hearing Brother Huatou’s order, had no more hesitation. They rushed forward, machetes in hand, hell-bent on not stopping until they had taken Lin Feng down. Everyone who had followed Brother Huatou for years knew his temperament—if they didn’t charge forward now, how would they continue to roll with Brother Huatou in the future!

But the ones who charged at Lin Feng first didn’t manage to do anything to him; on the contrary, they all were sent flying...

The people behind noticed the change up front, but it was too late to stop; the crowd pushed them right next to Lin Feng, and then they felt as though they had been hit by a train, flying through the air, still not understanding how they had wound up airborne.

Brother Huatou was dumbfounded by the sight, unable to believe what was happening before his eyes. Is he even fucking human? Anyone who touched him was sent flying. This wasn’t a bunch of us taking him down; it was him single-handedly dealing with all of us!

No way! If I don’t run now, there won’t be a chance! Brother Huatou turned to run, but he didn’t anticipate that Lin Feng would be much faster, and suddenly Lin Feng had grabbed Brother Huatou by the neck from behind.

"G-Great hero, let’s... talk this out." Brother Huatou stuttered, looking at Lin Feng and no longer knowing what to say, praying in his heart, hoping to God he wouldn’t be silenced by this monster—he wasn’t ready to die.

Lin Feng didn’t speak, just grabbed him by the neck and walked towards a corner—after all, in such a public place, it was too conspicuous.

Watching Lin Feng drag him towards a corner, Brother Huatou felt even more panic. He’s not really going to kill me, is he? Thinking this, Brother Huatou began to cry and beg for mercy.

"Great hero, please, I’m not ready to die. As long as you spare me, anything goes. I’ve got an 80-year-old mother to support, I don’t want to die..." Brother Huatou was covered in what might have been either sweat or tears as he pleaded, thinking to himself, I’m just a lowly scalper, is it necessary to go this far, to insist on my death!

"Don’t want to die then shut the fuck up," Lin Feng, annoyed by Brother Huatou’s noise, snapped angrily.

Hearing Lin Feng say this, Brother Huatou immediately shut his mouth, but his whole body trembled like he had been shocked. He couldn’t help but be afraid—this person was simply not human. If someone could take down eight men without a sound, what was he if not a demon? In this age, are there really demons among us!

By now, in Brother Huatou’s heart, Lin Feng was confirmed to be the legendary demon.