Chapter 58: Bullets from the Shadows!

Unfortunately, Ye Fei did not respond. Nor was it possible for him to respond. The reason he could get up unharmed was, of course, due to the spiritual energy within his body, as well as the "Nine Dragons Divine Art" passed down to him by his master.

Though he had originally surrendered, he did not use his spiritual energy to protect himself at first—not because he couldn’t, but because he didn’t want Zhang Tianfeng to harm his senior sister. Instead, he allowed Agui to attack him, deliberately giving the impression that he had already submitted.

No matter how severely he was injured, so long as it was not fatal, Ye Fei had faith he could restore himself with his spiritual energy. Yet, what he did not expect was that during the beating, Agui had inadvertently struck open a meridian, allowing Ye Fei’s spiritual energy to flow more smoothly, and his mastery of the "Nine Dragons Divine Art" was elevated by a whole level.

That was how his wounds healed so easily.

“Senior Sister, are you alright?”

Ye Fei, with one hand gripping Zhang Tianfeng and the other waving a knife, cut the ropes binding Lin Qiqing.

In the next moment, a trembling figure threw herself against his back, clutching him tightly, her hands running up and down, anxiously checking for injuries.

“Do you have a death wish?”
“Who told you to come here?”
“Why didn’t you call the police?”

A barrage of questions, all brimming with concern, rained down on Ye Fei’s ears.

He could only smile helplessly, not knowing what to say. At last, he managed, “Senior Sister… as long as you’re alright… Let me deal with this guy first, then I’ll take you home. We’re safe now, don’t be afraid.”

With that, Ye Fei turned to Zhang Tianfeng.

His gaze was sharp with murderous intent.

“You… what do you want?” Zhang Tianfeng’s face was finally filled with terror—he knew there was no escape.

“A few years ago, when I was in a worse temper, anyone who dared provoke me didn’t get much conversation. I’d just send them straight to the underworld to be reborn,” Ye Fei said with a smile. “But today, you’re lucky—I’m in the mood to say a few things.”

“You… You dare kill me? I am the direct heir of the Zhang family of Yanjing! If you dare kill me, your entire clan will be wiped out by tomorrow!” Zhang Tianfeng screamed hoarsely, his terror plain.

Ye Fei’s killing intent was palpable—he could sense it, clear as day.

“Wipe out my clan?”
“Do you think this is some movie?”

Ye Fei sneered. He waved the knife before Zhang Tianfeng’s face and said, “If I kill you now and bury you somewhere, no one’s likely to find you for ten years. You think you’re qualified to threaten me?”

“Just try it if you don’t believe me!”

“My senior sister knows who I am! I swear, if you let me go, we’ll pretend today never happened. We don’t know each other!” Zhang Tianfeng broke into a cold sweat, his body finally shaking with fear.

He was terrified of death. And it was clear Ye Fei truly intended to kill him. His voice now carried a note of submission, a plea.

“It’s too late,” Ye Fei said coldly. Mercy had never been his motto—on the contrary, after years of wandering abroad with his master, his heart had long turned cold as a viper’s. Letting a tiger return to the mountain could be done once, but never a second time.

Especially when this man had used those dear to him as leverage. That was unforgivable.

So, for Zhang Tianfeng, there could only be death.

The blade rose, gleaming in the moonlight, and finally hovered above Zhang Tianfeng’s heart.

“No… don’t… please…”
“I’m begging you, please let me go. I’ll give you money, I’ll give you women—whatever you want, I can get for you…”
“Don’t kill me… please, don’t kill me…”

Zhang Tianfeng was drenched in sweat, his whole body shaking, his speech barely coherent.

Those who seem the fiercest on the surface are often the ones who reveal their true selves when faced with death.

But at that moment—

“Little Brother…”
“Let it go!”
“Let him go!”

Lin Qiqing’s voice rang out suddenly.

Ye Fei froze, knife in hand, and looked back, puzzled.

“Little Brother, you don’t understand what kind of existence the Zhang family of Yanjing is,” Lin Qiqing murmured, biting her lip. “If you kill him, you’ll bring disaster upon yourself. I… I’m worried about you.”

She lowered her head. “I’m worried about you.”

Something soft and gentle struck Ye Fei’s heart. He sighed, loosened his grip, and let the terrified Zhang Tianfeng collapse to the ground.

“But Senior Sister, if I let the tiger back to the mountain, he’ll just come for you again.”

“It’s alright, he won’t dare!” Lin Qiqing looked at Zhang Tianfeng. “Look at him—he’ll never dare trouble us again.”

“Yes, yes, I swear, I promise, I’ll never trouble you again—if you let me go…” Zhang Tianfeng gulped, clinging to this sliver of hope, his voice quavering.

But—

At that instant—

From a distance, a red laser sight suddenly locked onto Zhang Tianfeng’s head.

“Watch out!” Ye Fei’s pupils contracted sharply, every hair on his body standing on end.

But it was too late.

In the next second, a heavy gunshot exploded in the tranquil night, as loud as thunder.

Bang!

A bullet from god knows where tore through Zhang Tianfeng’s skull.

He collapsed, blood pooling around him, his eyes wide with disbelief—dead, but unavenged.

“Ah!” Lin Qiqing screamed, clapping her hands over her ears, clearly terrified.

“Who’s there?” Ye Fei’s eyes were icy as he scanned the darkness, searching for the shooter.

But only the night answered him.

With his years of experience, Ye Fei was certain that whoever lurked in the shadows was a top-class sniper.

More than that—he hadn’t sensed a single trace of breath or presence. The shooter had been hidden from the start.

“A setup?”

Staring at Zhang Tianfeng’s corpse, Ye Fei’s heart suddenly sank.

He had certainly intended to kill Zhang Tianfeng, and wasn’t afraid of retribution from the family behind him. But once Lin Qiqing spoke, he’d already suppressed his murderous intent and was ready to let him go.

Yet now, this man was dead before his eyes, and not by his hand.

This was an obvious, blatant frame-up.

Could it be an old enemy?

Ye Fei narrowed his eyes at the direction the bullet had come from, his heart pounding violently.

Killing intent surged once again.

He carried many debts of blood and vengeance, and had lived through countless stories and experiences beyond ordinary comprehension.

He’d thought, when he returned to his homeland, that all of that would be left behind with time.

But now, it seemed that was not to be.