CHAPTER 36: CHAPTER 36: THE ATTACK OF THE CULTISTS

"Chu, what happened?" James, who was driving, quickly asked as he watched Chu Feng hang up the phone.

"James, I’m afraid we’re about to run into trouble!"

"Ah? What kind?"

Just as Chu Feng was about to answer, he suddenly realized their car was stopped at an intersection, waiting for the red light. A sense of danger abruptly flooded his mind; his Spiritual Perception was screaming warnings. With a thought, the glow of the Golden Light Spell instantly enveloped Chu Feng’s entire body. "James, get down!"

Before James, in the driver’s seat, could react, a truck came barreling from the right side of the road directly toward them. In the blink of an eye, it crashed into the yellow taxi they occupied. The truck showed no signs of slowing down, pushing the yellow taxi all the way to a streetlamp on the roadside before finally stopping.

The moment the two vehicles came to a halt, the yellow taxi’s door was kicked open with immense force. Chu Feng, enveloped in a faint golden light, stepped out. The nearby pedestrians and vehicles had reacted as if by drill the moment the truck began its rampage. Within a minute, only their retreating backs could be seen.

With a flip of his hand, an M17 pistol, unseen for a long time, appeared in Chu Feng’s grasp. He approached the truck’s door and yanked it open. Inside, an extremely overweight man, reeking of alcohol, seemed to have passed out. He was slumped over the steering wheel, his face obscured.

Looking at the driver, the very image of a classic drunk-driving perpetrator, Chu Feng smiled faintly. These Cultists are still so brainless!

He raised the gun in his hand and, without hesitation, pulled the trigger on the man before him.

"BANG! BANG! BANG!"

In a matter of seconds, Chu Feng emptied the M17’s magazine. The overweight man, riddled with over a dozen bullets, slumped onto the passenger seat, his limp hand still clutching a dark-painted pistol.

Chu Feng, having reloaded his gun in the blink of an eye, turned his attention to the back of the truck. However, before he could approach, the sound of hurried footsteps erupted from inside the truck. With a loud BANG, the back door was kicked open from within. Several men climbed out and, upon spotting Chu Feng, immediately opened fire.

"BANG! BANG! BANG!"

The countless bullets they fired only sparked off Chu Feng’s faint golden glow, unable to penetrate it.

"Are you guys addicted to shooting?" Chu Feng watched the men by the doorway. Their eyes were filled with disbelief, yet their fingers remained on the triggers, one even attempting to reload. A disdainful smirk curled Chu Feng’s lips. He lifted his pistol and emptied his magazine once more.

The men at the forefront fell into pools of blood, motionless. Only the last Cultist remained, seemingly frozen in shock, standing dumbfounded.

"Go back and tell your people I’ll be coming for them!" Chu Feng pulled the last Cultist down from the truck, patted his cheek, and deftly plucked a few hairs from his head. Then, he turned and went back to the yellow taxi.

Fortunately, the truck hadn’t collided head-on with the taxi. James was merely knocked unconscious by the impact, still in the driver’s seat. Chu Feng casually ripped off the taxi’s deformed door, dragged James out, and laid him on the ground.

Chu Feng, not short on cash, pulled out his phone and made an emergency call. Only then did the New York police, led by Boris, finally arrive, albeit late.

The police chief, Boris, got out of his car, immediately spotted Chu Feng, and hurried over to him. "Chu, was it those damned Cultists?" he asked anxiously.

Chu Feng didn’t speak, merely nodding his head towards the truck, gesturing for Boris to see for himself.

After circling the truck, Boris returned. "It was indeed them. I can smell the stench of those Cultists a mile away!"

"Alright, since the police have confirmed it’s the Cultists, I’ll leave this to you," Chu Feng said. "Remember to tell James I’ll cover his medical expenses and the loss of his taxi."

With that, Chu Feng immediately headed in the direction the surviving Cultist had fled.

"Chu, wait! Where are you going?" Boris called out.

"Revenge!" Chu Feng’s voice carried back.

With those two words, his figure vanished around the street corner.

As Chu Feng walked through the streets of New York, the few strands of hair in his hand vanished instantly with a thought. Simultaneously, the icon for the Intermediate Tracking Technique on his system panel flickered faintly.

That little bastard runs quite fast! Looks like he had a rendezvous planned!

Seeing the cursor in his mind moving further and further away, Chu Feng decided to hail a taxi and return to his villa first.

Half an hour later, Chu Feng, now driving his Jeep Wrangler, set off again on the Cultist’s trail. After tracking for more than an hour, Chu Feng found himself in a familiar place: Brooklyn. Sitting in his car, he looked at the familiar building across the street and shook his head in admiration. Not all Cultists are fools, it seems. Their headquarters is just across the street from the building housing the Evil Spirit Altar.

This Cult headquarters was located in an office building. According to the cursor’s movement in Chu Feng’s mind, the Cultist had entered the building and gone straight underground. So, Chu Feng genuinely didn’t know if the people working in the upper floors of the building were part of the Cult.

However, Chu Feng had a way to handle this. With a casual toss, he threw the Four Symbols Spirit Trapping Formation into the air. In an instant, the entire building was completely enveloped.

Chu Feng got out of the car, placed the handgun into his Storage Space, and entered the building directly. Ignoring the crowd already in chaos—they had discovered they couldn’t enter or leave the building—Chu Feng followed the Cultist’s path and finally arrived in a storeroom.

Looking at the items haphazardly strewn about the storeroom, a hint of a smile touched Chu Feng’s lips. He walked up to the wall the Cultist had passed through and began to feel around on its surface. Soon, Chu Feng pushed aside the door panel disguised as a wall. Seeing the dark passage ahead and feeling the warning from his Spiritual Perception, he silently enveloped his entire body with the Golden Light Spell.

Looks like I’ve been discovered!

He retrieved the AA-12 shotgun from his Storage Space, checked the drum magazine, and then walked straight into the passage ahead.

The descending passage was eerily silent. After walking for an unknown length of time, Chu Feng finally reached a wide hall. And, of course, a dozen or so armed Cult members were waiting.

The moment Chu Feng appeared, several grenades rolled to his feet.

"BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!"

After the deafening explosions, Chu Feng’s position was completely enveloped in smoke.