CHAPTER 195: CHAPTER 100: RETURN [PROLOGUE] (6K)

"Nail... he’s at home..."

After Brother Bing saw his most reliable underling being killed, he immediately betrayed him while looking at those bosses,

"These bosses... are my... clients... I can turn them over to you... let them pay you the protection fees..."

"Yes yes yes..." The bosses nodded frantically, feeling that compared to this situation, the previous protection fees seemed trivial.

How could they be afraid of such petty things?

Now, is what they should truly fear!

Even, as long as they could escape this terrifying killer, they would sell their houses and shops and pay ten times the protection fees!

Shush—

At this moment, Brother Lin, who was near the door, was watching the door handle while edging closer, trying to escape from here.

But in the next second.

Sizzle!

Zhang Feng threw the dagger, accurately piercing his throat, rendering him silent.

After killing him.

Zhang Feng glanced at the blood-splattered table, then at the bosses who were on the verge of tears,

"I have no grudge against you, there’s no need to worry.

But for you three on the left, I see the coats on the chairs behind you aren’t blood-stained, could I borrow one?"

"Sure..."

"Here, here, here..."

They stood trembling, handing over the coats.

Zhang Feng grabbed a coat with one hand and hoisted Brother Bing up with the other,

"The pants are dark enough to hide anything, but the shirt needs changing."

"I... I’ll change..." Brother Bing changed his clothes.

Zhang Feng swiftly put on the coat and said, "Got any money in the pocket? Can’t take someone’s coat without compensating."

"Sure... sure..." Brother Bing fished out his wallet from his pocket.

Zhang Feng snatched it, tossed it to a few others opposite, then dragged Brother Bing towards the door,

"Stop shaking."

At the door.

Zhang Feng pulled the dagger out of Brother Lin’s corpse, wrapped it in a rag, and put it back into the spacious pocket of his work pants,

"Apart from the person I struck down,

is there anyone else here from your crew in this restaurant?"

"No..." Brother Bing shook his head hastily.

Zhang Feng asked no further.

Exiting.

Zhang Feng shut the door behind and led him downstairs.

"Brother Bing!"

A waiter coming towards them at the stairway greeted him.

Brother Bing didn’t respond.

In silence, they left the restaurant.

Zhang Feng scanned the entrance area and asked, "Where’s your car? I saw you had car keys when you pulled out your wallet just now."

"It’s just by the road..." Brother Bing led Zhang Feng to it.

Once at the car side, he opened the door, sat in the passenger seat, and had Brother Bing drive.

"Ah..."

Screams came from the restaurant; it was the voice of the waiter just now.

"Call the police quickly!"

Seconds later, calls for police were heard from the restaurant as well.

"Go." Zhang Feng looked at Brother Bing, whose face was full of hope, "Do you think they can call the police to save you faster than I can kill you with one stab?"

"Go... go..."

Brother Bing quickly abandoned his small thoughts, starting the engine.

"Let’s go find Nail."

Zhang Feng rummaged through his glove box, not only finding money but also three bullets,

"Do you have a gun? Where is it?"

If it wasn’t far, it wouldn’t waste time.

Zhang Feng wanted to retrieve the gun.

"In the front console..."

Brother Bing pointed at the armrest box behind the shift lever while driving,

"The gun’s here..."

"If I had a gun, I’d keep it on me." Zhang Feng opened the armrest box, pulling out a CZ75 pistol, magazine capacity 15,

"But whether or not you carry it doesn’t matter."

Click—

Zhang Feng deftly disassembled it, inspecting it carefully.

Brother Bing glimpsed Zhang Feng’s firearm familiarity from the corner of his eyes and felt he’d encountered a professional killer!

But Zhang Feng didn’t seem like it; he looked more like the dishwasher from his restaurant.

He thought the dishwasher’s aura was very similar to Zhang Feng’s, yet the earlier killing seemed such a stark contrast.

"Boss... do you... want money?" Brother Bing hoped to buy his life with money.

Zhang Feng gave him a glance, ignoring him.

’He doesn’t want money... he just wants to kill me...’ Brother Bing saw Zhang Feng’s intent to kill and felt desperate, driving erratically, speeding then slowing.

Even if there were no cars ahead, he would accelerate slightly then decelerate.

Because in fear, his feet trembled involuntarily, sometimes powerless.

"Yes, I want money." Zhang Feng noted his condition, calming him down, lest he collapse and couldn’t even press the brake.

In such case, jumping out would be fine, but avoiding getting himself killed in a crash mattered.

With Nail still unfound, he was still useful.

"How much do you want, Boss..." Brother Bing, hearing the scary killer wanted money, saw a glimmer of hope for survival, blurting all his wealth,

"I now have over half a million! All in the house; I can fetch it now!"

"Not bad." Zhang Feng nodded with a smile, "But let’s find Nail first. I have some scores to settle with him. After these are resolved, give me your home address, and then you can go wherever you want."

"Alright!" Even if not fully trusting, Brother Bing saw a glimmer of hope.

Moreover, the killer might just have a vendetta against Nail, using him to find the person.

Seeing his calm, Zhang Feng began to relax his body.

He had already overclocked several times and just wanted to rest.

Now his arm and calf muscles, felt a ripping pain.

At the age of 48, and with no previous exercise experience.

Being able to kill nine consecutively relied entirely on his knowledge and Lone Wolf’s strength bonus.

Without that few points of strength boost, it wouldn’t have been so easy to kill the underling, although his constitution slightly surpassed normal, his skills were honed.

Attempting to kill him and San Hui simultaneously would require more effort, not as simple and swift.