Chapter 76: Zhang Zehu, Die!

In the frigid winter morning, the cold was biting. Frost still clung to the remnants of monstrous blood and debris scattered across the ground. Luo Feng was quietly walking through this alleyway. Not far away, two Shadow Cats were crouched low, tearing into the flesh of an Iron-Bristle Wild Boar, feasting heartily. Yet, upon sensing a human approaching, the two Shadow Cats vanished in a flash.

Monsters, too, possess a degree of cunning. The warriors in human society within City No.003 were formidable. One or two low-level beast warriors stood no chance against them.

“Those two Shadow Cats must have gone to summon others.”

Luo Feng swiftly passed through the alley and continued forward, deliberately taking a wide detour. He slowed his pace intentionally, wasting some time, so that it took him half an hour to finally reach the back entrance on the north side of the hotel.

…

At the hotel’s back entrance, the area was filthy, with dark black bloodstains on the ground that even rain could not wash away. Luo Feng stood there alone.

“Half an hour has passed. The Thunder Team of seven must have long gone by now.” Luo Feng glanced at the broken back door before immediately activating his mental energy, channeling it into the two bracers on his arms, as well as the shield and blade on his back. The powerful force made Luo Feng as light as a feather, each step silent and effortless.

“Climb up!”

He advanced step by step along the staircase, making not a single sound.

Luo Feng moved cautiously, but as he reached the third floor, he spotted a massive Tiger Mastiff Beast slowly moving down the corridor. It had also just noticed Luo Feng, the human warrior! Both had spotted each other almost simultaneously, and Luo Feng nearly broke into a cold sweat.

Swoosh! Swoosh!

Two black shadows shot past the Tiger Mastiff Beast almost instantaneously. Before the beast could even let out a roar, its massive head was severed and fell to the ground. The two flying blades circled back from afar and returned to the sheath on Luo Feng’s thigh.

“Phew, good thing,” Luo Feng exhaled in relief. “Lucky that beast didn’t get the chance to roar. If Zhang Zehu and Li Xiao had been alerted, it would have been a bit of a problem.”

Although killing Zhang Zehu and Li Xiao would be as simple as slaughtering chickens,

if they were on high alert, they might have managed to contact the rest of the Thunder Team before dying. If the other members of the Thunder Team learned that a human warrior was hunting them down, Luo Feng’s future actions would become ten or even a hundred times more difficult.

“Sixth floor!”

As Luo Feng reached the sixth floor, a faint smile appeared on his face. Fortunately, from the first floor all the way up to the sixth, he had only encountered one monster. It was likely that the Thunder Team had already cleared the place when they first arrived, and the Tiger Mastiff Beast must have only entered the hotel recently.

In the corridor on the sixth floor, Luo Feng advanced slowly.

“The room facing south, the eighth window from east to west.” Luo Feng couldn’t be certain which room exactly the eighth window belonged to.

“It should be one of these three or four rooms.”

Holding his breath, Luo Feng floated silently and stopped outside one of the rooms. He pressed his ear against the wall and listened carefully. Faint voices could indeed be heard from inside, confirming the presence of the two men. Luo Feng moved silently toward the room.

“This must be the one,” Luo Feng thought as his mental energy quickly scanned the interior.

“They’re just sitting there chatting?” Luo Feng smiled.

…

Inside the room.

Zhang Zehu was leaning back on a tattered sofa while Li Xiao was polishing his machine gun. They were chatting idly.

“That Hammer Team sure is cowardly. When they encountered us last time, they ran straight back to the supply base. No wonder we couldn’t find their trail before,” Zhang Zehu muttered angrily. Li Xiao sneered, “Escaped this time, do they think they can escape forever? Since they’ve made an enemy of us, the Hammer Team is doomed.”

Zhang Zehu chuckled, “They still think they can fight us? Hmm?”

Zhang Zehu’s expression shifted slightly, and Li Xiao’s face also changed.

“Just now, I felt something strange,” Zhang Zehu said, looking at Li Xiao. Li Xiao nodded, frowning, “I felt it too, a sense of danger.”

After years of surviving in life-and-death situations, experienced warriors could sense danger instinctively. And the reason their senses were so sharp was because Luo Feng had just scanned the area with his mental energy. Although ordinary people couldn’t detect the spread of mental energy, skilled warriors could sense a faint disturbance.

“Could it be a monster outside?” Zhang Zehu whispered.

“Very likely,” Li Xiao nodded. “Although we cleared out all the monsters the first time we came here, maybe another monster clan has entered the hotel.”

“Click!”

Li Xiao gripped his machine gun while Zhang Zehu held his pickaxe. Both rose and walked toward the door. The door lock, decades old and eroded by time, had long since broken. Zhang Zehu gently pulled the door open, revealing no figures—neither human nor monster—outside.

“No sound,” Zhang Zehu and Li Xiao exchanged glances. Zhang Zehu took a deep breath and cautiously stepped toward the doorway to take a look.

Just at that moment!

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Two dark black streaks of light shot forward toward Zhang Zehu and Li Xiao. One of them sliced through Zhang Zehu’s left arm in an instant, severing it completely. The blade didn’t stop—it continued forward, cutting across the neck of the gunman Li Xiao, sending his head flying.

The second black streak slashed across Zhang Zehu’s throat!

Spurt! Slit!

Blood sprayed.

“Urgh—urgh—” Zhang Zehu’s eyes widened, but he couldn’t make a sound.

The two streaks of darkness were simply too fast. Zhang Zehu was only a meter or two away from the black streak, while Li Xiao was just three or four meters away. At such a short distance, with the blades moving faster than a sniper’s bullet, how could they possibly dodge?

Perhaps a high-level warrior might have had a chance, but for them, there was not even a sliver of hope.

“Urgh—” Zhang Zehu tried to speak but couldn’t. He tried to press the communicator on his wrist, but his left arm had already been severed, and the device had fallen to the ground.

“I’m dying? How? How could I die like this?”

Zhang Zehu clutched his throat with his right hand as blood gushed out uncontrollably. He could clearly feel his life slipping away. “How could this happen? How?!”

Suddenly—

A figure appeared in the doorway, clad in a warrior’s combat suit, wearing alloy boots, carrying a shield and blade on his back. A pair of cold eyes stared at him.

“Eh!” Zhang Zehu’s eyes widened in disbelief, staring at the warrior before him.

It was Luo Feng!

It was actually Luo Feng!

The rookie he had once looked down upon?

“You go first. The others from the Tiger Fang Team will soon follow you,” Luo Feng’s voice rang out. Zhang Zehu opened his mouth to speak, but his throat had been slit, and his voice was gone. He felt his vision darkening.

At that moment, the two dark streaks flew back to Luo Feng and hovered in front of him—it was the two flying blades.

The two black blades floated there before returning to Luo Feng’s thigh sheath.

“Ahh! Ahh!” Zhang Zehu’s eyes bulged as he tried to say something, but his body shuddered and collapsed heavily to the ground.

Before death…

He finally discovered Luo Feng’s greatest secret—Luo Feng was a Mentalist! In his final moments, Zhang Zehu seemed to see the nightmarish future awaiting the rest of his Tiger Fang Team.

Silence!

Only the sound of dripping blood could be heard in the entire room. Two corpses lay there lifelessly while Luo Feng stood silently, gazing down at them.

“Zhang Zehu,” Luo Feng murmured, looking at the man before him.

Zhang Zehu had always considered himself a seasoned warrior, and Luo Feng just a rookie. So, during the earlier negotiations regarding Zhang Haobai, he had refused to yield at all. At that time, Luo Feng had already awakened his mental energy, full of confidence and righteousness, and had no intention of backing down either.

Originally, this conflict had been trivial.

The real tragedy was that the Tiger Fang Team had ambushed the Hammer Team, nearly wiping them out completely. Fortunately, Luo Feng had intervened at the last moment and saved them. Even so, Zhang Ke had still lost his arm.

Since then, the Hammer Team had been filled with hatred, determined to seek revenge.

The Tiger Fang Team, fearing their enemies would grow stronger, wanted to eliminate them completely. The two teams had become mortal enemies.

“Zhang Zehu and Li Xiao are dead. The Tiger Fang Team originally had six members. Four remain.” Luo Feng stood at the doorway, deep in thought. “When they return and find these two dead, they will become alert and suspect many things. So… I should stage the scene carefully to confuse them. Whether I succeed or not will depend on fate.”