Extreme Almightiest Young Master Chapter 89

Fu Gang sat in the car, witnessing the scene outside. He had just been worried that the two of them would get beaten, but he couldn’t grasp how, in an instant, all the hoodlums ended up lying on the ground. He thought he was dreaming, so he rubbed his eyes and looked again. Just then, he saw Lin Feng gripping the neck of the thug who had hit him, and his mouth gaped open in shock.

Seeing the thugs lying unconscious all over the ground, Fu Gang’s eyes were glued to Lin Feng. He could hardly believe that Li Yong, this Teacher Lin, had actually knocked out a group of thugs. The movements were so fast that he couldn’t clearly see them from inside the car. Were those even human movements? Could Teacher Lin be one of those heroes from the martial arts novels, those who right wrongs for the sake of justice? Does this society still have such heroes around?

Fu Gang felt his head spin for the first time, unable to come up with a reason for Teacher Lin’s rapid actions. These weren’t human movements; they were more like those of a demon! Unable to move, he could only watch with his eyes as the three figures slowly disappeared from his sight.

When they reached a remote corner where nobody could see them, Lin Feng threw the punk to the ground.

"Please... spare my life..." The punk started crying and begging again. He didn’t want to die. Like in the TV dramas, being taken to a corner usually meant being silenced, and the more he thought about it, the more afraid he became.

"Was it you guys who took the little girl away?" Lin Feng asked.

"I swear, Great Hero, I really know nothing about any little girl," the punk answered Lin Feng straight away. At this point, he wouldn’t dare to play any tricks; that would be a death wish.

"Really?" Lin Feng’s stare made the punk’s scalp tingle.

"Yes, it’s truer than gold!" The punk replied with absolute certainty, without a hint of hesitation.

"Just your gang of ruffians around here?" Lin Feng wondered if some other gang had taken Tingting away.

"We’re the old timers at Tianhai City’s railway station. There are a total of 4 gangs in this area, but we don’t know about the passing ones. Whether it was done by some other brothers, we’re not sure. We’re under Brother Huangmao, who reports to Brother Bao. However, if it was someone from Tianhai who took away the child, Brother Huangmao might be able to find out," the punk eagerly suggested, his only hope being not to be silenced by Lin Feng.

Huangmao? Lin Feng vaguely remembered disciplining a punk named Huangmao, but he wasn’t sure if it was the same Huangmao the punk was talking about.

Li Yong also felt that the name sounded very familiar. Could it be the same Huangmao who had hit him last time? That would be quite a coincidence.

"Then lead us there, and don’t try any tricks," Lin Feng warned as he poked the punk’s behind.

"Ow..." The punk suddenly jumped nearly a meter high. That poke from a moment ago almost made him pass out and, to be fair, passing out might have been preferable. The pain that cut to the marrow was indescribable; his sweat instantaneously soaked his clothes and his face turned deathly pale. His body, already hollowed out by indulgences, felt even weaker now.

Seeing the punk suddenly leap up, Li Yong was puzzled; it was just a touch from Teacher Lin, was it really that painful? This guy was acting like a precious stuffed pillow.

Without needing any urging from Lin Feng or Li Yong, the punk led the way with nods and bows, obedient as a little dog. He was terrified. That previous poke had rattled his soul, and he didn’t want another from Lin Feng. If it happened again, he would rather die than endure that agony.

Soon, led by the punk, they took several turns and arrived at the entrance of a two-story courtyard. The punk stopped.

"Great Hero, this is Brother Huangmao’s place. We also deliver the money we collect here. Can I... not go in?" The punk was genuinely terrified, thinking that if Brother Huangmao found out he had brought this monster here, his skin wouldn’t stay on for much longer.

"Knock on the door, and you’re off the hook," Lin Feng said after a brief survey of the surroundings. The defense was tight; he could force entry, but it would make too much noise. It was easier to let the punk knock and avoid the hassle.

"Thud, thud, thud." The punk glanced at Lin Feng, knowing he couldn’t evade this, and reluctantly knocked on the door as Lin Feng had instructed.

"Who is it?" a thug from inside shouted.

"It’s me, Tudou," Tudou shouted back from outside, declaring his identity.

"Damn, Tudou, what time do you call this? Have you sold all the tickets today? You’re on a lucky streak," another voice said from inside, grumbling while opening the door.

Standing beside them, Tudou dared not speak more, fearing that if he misspoke, the monster might dispose of him then and there. So he stood there shivering, silently hoping that the door would open quickly and the monster would let him go.

"Flowery, who are these two? Bringing strangers here, do you want to live if Brother Huangmao finds out?" The one opening the door was extremely surprised to see Flowery bringing two strangers, considering Flowery was an old-timer who should know better than to dare bring outsiders here.

"Big hero, can I go now?" asked Flowery, shivering with fear. He was genuinely scared Lin Feng would dispose of him after using him, like something straight out of a movie scene.

"Get lost," Lin Feng didn’t bother with Flowery, kicking the big iron door that the person behind was about to close, sending him flying, knocked out cold on the ground.

The door swung wide open, and the loud noise suddenly alerted everyone inside. Almost instantly, over 20 thugs emerged, each holding a blade, glaring menacingly at Lin Feng and Li Yong at the doorway.

"Hiss," Li Yong couldn’t help but gasp at the sight. Damn, what kind of place is this? So many gangsters all armed with blades—it was no ordinary gathering of riffraff like Flowery.

"Is Huangmao here?" asked Lin Feng casually as if the gang of thugs facing him were merely mannequins.

"Fuck, who do you think you are, daring to call our boss by his name? Do you have a death wish?" A thug cursed out loud at Lin Feng.

"Since you’re here, don’t even think about leaving. We’ll teach you a lesson, so you’ll learn what the price of showing off is."

"That’s right, how can outsiders know about our affairs here? Brothers, take them down!"

"Are these two idiots or what, daring to come here and cause trouble with just the two of them? Are they asking for it?"

"I think they simply don’t want to live anymore, they’re outright looking for death."

...

The crowd outside started shouting loudly, the sound of blade collisions adding to the chaos of the scene.

"Brother Huangmao isn’t here today; Brother Lvmao is in charge," shouted a thug named Tudou. He felt that these two guys who had come alone definitely weren’t ordinary. If they were cops, it would be big trouble, better to wait for Brother Lvmao to come out and handle it. There’s no rush to fight.

When Lvmao heard the racket outside, he came out to see what the situation was. But when he saw Lin Feng and Li Yong barging into the stronghold alone, he couldn’t contain his laughter, thinking these two really had a death wish coming here to stir up trouble.

He sauntered leisurely to the front of the crowd, where Tudou, quick on his feet, grabbed a chair for Lvmao to sit down, lighting a cigarette in a flash and standing by.

"You two have some guts, you know where you are?" Lvmao asked rolling his eyes but feeling quite pleased inside. Tudou was really supportive, nailing his role in Lvmao’s play of arrogance to perfection. Good job!

"What place is this?" Li Yong asked, a bit nervous. These thugs were obviously not the types to bluff, and a fight could mean real trouble.

"It doesn’t matter where this is. What matters is we’re here looking for a little girl, and Flowery said Huangmao knows," Lin Feng said, eyeing Lvmao, wondering what the relationship between Lvmao and Huangmao was.

"Damn, I’ve seen the brave but never those with a death wish. Coming here to find some little girl, are you sick of living? Hit them! Remember, I am Lvmao, not Huangmao." Lvmao got infuriated at the mention of Huangmao. After all, he had taken Huangmao under his wing, and now the latter was trying to overshadow him. Without pulling Huangmao down a peg or two, how could he, Lvmao, face his brothers?

Moreover, seeing just Lin Feng and Li Yong, he didn’t take them seriously at all and ordered an attack to show off his cool. That’s how they do it in the movies, right? It’s a good way to solve problems and highlight Lvmao’s wise and valiant image.

The gangsters, fired up by Lvmao’s words, gripped their blades tighter, resolved to mow down the two show-offs. If they didn’t, how could they keep their reputation? These two were clearly here seeking death, so nobody could blame the gangsters as they raised their gleaming blades menacingly and charged at Lin Feng.

"Don’t be nervous; they’re just some small knives," said Lin Feng, noticing Li Yong’s anxiety.

"Damn, do you really think you’re Superman, invulnerable to blades and bullets? Hit them, break their arms, everyone join in, chop this bastard up, let these two fools know what knives are for," bellowed Lvmao, breathing out a cloud of smoke and pointing at Lin Feng. When had Lvmao ever been disregarded like this? They were purely asking for death.

The gangsters, energized by Lvmao’s command, all surged with adrenaline, clenching their knives even tighter. They wouldn’t let these two get away with their pretensions; the knives were going to see blood today. With this thought, the glossy blades mercilessly swept toward Lin Feng.