Super Soldier in Cam Chapter 894 - 899: You Can Try Arguing with Me

Chapter 894: Chapter 899: You Can Try Arguing with Me

Lin Feng felt even more amused when he heard what Cheng San said... This guy actually claimed he couldn’t mess with them?

I say, have you guys figured out if I’m a martial artist or not? Lin Feng almost couldn’t help but ask Cheng San, but instead, he couldn’t resist the urge to speak and asked with a smile, "Kid, don’t you feel it’s dirty licking the blade like that?"

"..." Cheng San’s face instantly turned pale when he heard Lin Feng’s question. He was just doing it out of habit and hadn’t thought about whether it was dirty or not. Now that he thought about it, this knife had been used to stab more than one or two people and had even served as a hunting knife. Who knows how much human and animal blood is on it? How could it be hygienic?!

For a moment, Cheng San felt a bit nauseous.

Ning Aoxue glanced at Lin Feng with a peculiar expression. She simply couldn’t fathom what’s in Lin Feng’s mind. The opponent was about to use a knife on him, yet he was asking such a trivial question with keen interest. Was Lin Feng really not afraid?

Of course, Lin Feng wasn’t afraid. As long as the opponent didn’t use firearms, he wouldn’t fear even if all three guys in the Mercedes-Benz attacked him together. Moreover, there was only Cheng San in front of him; the other two hadn’t even gotten out of the car. Why would Lin Feng be scared?

"Damn, you’ve really grossed me out..." Cheng San couldn’t hold back, spat on the ground, glared fiercely at Lin Feng, swung his big hand, and reached for Lin Feng’s shoulder, "Get over here, damn it!"

There’s no way Lin Feng would be so easily grabbed by Cheng San. He gauged Cheng San’s attack angle, gently let his shoulder sink, and dodged Cheng San’s attack. Then he slightly lifted his right hand, and with a nimble backhand, seized Cheng San’s wrist and twisted hard...

Crack...

A crisp sound of bone snapping came from Cheng San’s arm. With a casual twist, Lin Feng had dislocated his arm joint!

"Ah... Uh..." Cheng San grunted in pain, and after a muffled groan, he couldn’t help but half-collapse onto the hood of the Mercedes-Benz, cold sweat seeping from his forehead; he was completely incapable of resisting...

"Huh?!"

Seeing Lin Feng instantly subdue Cheng San, the three in the car displayed astonished expressions, especially the Fatty driver. He had been paying close attention to Lin Feng’s movements and saw clearly...

"Brother Sun, this kid is fast!" The Fatty driver inhaled sharply in alarm and spoke in a deep voice to Little Beard in the back seat.

"I saw it! Come on, let’s meet this friend!" Little Beard casually remarked, his small eyes flashing with an unusual brilliance as he sized up Lin Feng seriously. Then, all three of them pushed open the car doors and very suavely stepped out.

"I didn’t expect that you’re a martial artist. I admit I misjudged you..." Little Beard stared at Lin Feng with eyes laced with danger and said coldly, "Let Cheng San go, and I won’t hold this against you..."

Hmph, sounds nice, but is it really you not wanting to hold a grudge against me? You’re just afraid to, that’s all... Lin Feng smirked at Little Beard, secretly despising his shamelessness. Clearly, he held a hostage, and the opponent didn’t dare act rashly. But hearing Little Beard talk makes it seem as if he’s the one letting him off...

"You’re welcome to try holding a grudge against me..." Lin Feng warmly smiled at Little Beard, speaking in a very calm tone.

Little Beard’s expression froze; he realized now that Lin Feng’s skills were beyond ordinary, and even his courage and perceptiveness were at veteran levels. Generally, upon hearing his earlier words, the spineless would immediately release Cheng San, while the confident ones might start a confrontation.

Little Beard wasn’t too worried about these two types; the former being easy to bully, and the latter having a significant background to avoid trouble even if provoked—but only endure temporarily...

But he had never seen anyone like Lin Feng; not angry, not backing down, yet politely inviting him to try... What kind of person is this guy? Is he really unafraid of us teaming up on him? Little Beard skeptically glanced at Lin Feng, feeling perplexed about how to wrap things up...

Damn, should have spoken more politely to him earlier, it’s just about escorting a guest home, but now it’s escalated to this level!

"Young man, don’t be impulsive..." Little Beard decided to yield, forcing a rather unsightly smile as he spoke to Lin Feng, "Let’s talk things over; many issues can be discussed!"

"You should have said that from the start..." Lin Feng chuckled lightly, snapping Cheng San’s dislocated arm back in place, then casually snatching the dagger from him, muttering, "I do have some questions for you guys..."

"Ah... Hiss..." Suddenly having his bones set, Cheng San screamed again before feebly rising from the hood...

Little Beard’s face showed some alarm hearing Cheng San’s scream, but upon realizing Lin Feng was setting the bone back, the gravity in his eyes deepened further.

This kid can casually mend Cheng San’s bones, such skilled technique indicates he’s familiar with human anatomy and often dislocates and resets bones! Such a person surely isn’t ordinary!

"Who exactly are you people? Why appear here? Do you have any ill intentions?" Lin Feng casually waved the knife he snatched from Cheng San, making the double-edged knife seem like a harmless pencil as it danced lightly between his fingers, smiling as he asked.

Lin Feng’s tone was carefree, as if chatting with Little Beard, without a trace of imposing pressure, seemingly unbothered whether the opponent would honestly answer his question...

But Little Beard knew Lin Feng was serious, and his gaze once again was drawn to Lin Feng’s seemingly flamboyant but expertly skilled knife-spinning technique, becoming increasingly suspicious of Lin Feng’s identity...

Just as Little Beard intended to answer Lin Feng’s question, Xue Qingyi suddenly emerged from Villa No.3, speaking calmly,

"Lin Feng, don’t be too tense, they’re just bodyguards hired by Xiang Wang to escort him home..."

Xiang Wang’s bodyguards?!

Lin Feng’s mind hadn’t reacted yet; instinctively turning, he saw next to Xue Qingyi was a fair, plump young man with black-framed glasses staring at him with curiosity...

The computer whiz who nicknamed himself Virus, Xiang Wang, he had really returned!