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Chapter 273: 【273】Run faster if you don’t want to die_1
 

The man immediately understood Tang Feng’s intent; he planned to fight him bare-handed.

A sneer crept onto his face.

His name was Ba Song, a once-famous powerhouse in Nan Tai County.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

In the past, he’d amassed a terrifying record of twenty-one consecutive victories in the underground fighting rings of Nan Tai, killing seventeen opponents on the spot.

Although several years had passed, his legend still circulated in Nan Tai’s underground fighting rings.

This kid choosing to fight him was basically signing his own death warrant.

He guarded his face with his fists, then feigned an attack on Tang Feng.

“Ha!”

With a loud shout, Tang Feng launched the first strike.

A straight punch aimed directly at Ba Song’s face.

A slight smile curled on Ba Song’s lips. Those who dared to match his strength were either not yet born or already dead.

“If you’re seeking death, then I’ll oblige you.”

He didn’t dodge at all, swinging out his fist in response.

He could already imagine Tang Feng’s hand bones breaking and his agonizing screams.

“Bang!”

Their fists collided.

Accompanied by a “crack” of breaking bone and a scream, both sounded simultaneously.

However, the person screaming was not Tang Feng; it was Ba Song.

At the moment their fists met, he felt as if he had smashed into a boulder, and his hand bones instantly shattered.

The piercing pain was indescribable in words.

Aside from pain, it brought him a deep sense of fear.

The strength of this young man before him was unfathomably deep.

Acting on instinct and his fighting experience, he began to back away the instant he was injured.

But how could Tang Feng let him off so easily? He quickly maneuvered to Ba Song’s back, seized his throat in a tight grip, and pressed down hard.

“Bang!”

Ba Song’s massive body crashed down onto the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

He felt his chest heaving and his internal organs seemed to be shifting out of place.

Tang Feng’s relentless assault continued with punch after punch landing on his chest.

He couldn’t hold on any longer, and mouthfuls of blood gushed forth.

The gang members standing around, each armed with knives and sticks, dared not step forward to intervene.

Such terrifying strength was bone-chilling.

Tang Feng slowly turned around, revealing a somewhat sinister smile.

“Clang!”

No one knew who it was, but the sound of their weapon hitting the ground, as they failed to keep a tight grip on it, rang out abruptly.

It was as if someone lit a chain of firecrackers; “clang clang” sounds followed without end as everyone began tossing their weapons to the ground in haste.

They were terrified a moment’s hesitation would make them the next target of this demon.

“Who sent you?”

Tang Feng picked up Ba Song’s dagger and pressed the blade against his throat.

“You… you won’t dare kill me,” Ba Song’s broken Dragon Country language was stilted but still intelligible.

Tang Feng didn’t bother wasting words; he increased the pressure in his hand, the sharp blade instantly slicing open Ba Song’s neck, blood flowing out rapidly.

And it showed no signs of stopping.

“Stop… stop…”

Finally, Ba Song knew fear.

Though he’d ended many lives before and been revered as a “human reaper,” he still felt profound fear at the approach of his own death.

“Speak!” Tang Feng’s voice seemed even sharper than his dagger, making one shudder.

“It’s… it’s Xu Hongyuan,” Ba Song confessed without hesitation, fearing Tang Feng’s dissatisfaction, and quickly added, “He’s at… Langchao Bar now…”

“Very well.”

Tang Feng slowly withdrew the dagger and gestured to one of the gang members, “Go find some rope.”

The man didn’t dare delay and quickly hurried off.

A moment later, he returned with a rope from God knows where.

After receiving the rope, Tang Feng personally tied Ba Song’s hands, then secured the other end of the rope to the back of a Ferrari F8.

Ba Song seemed to realize what was about to happen and his face turned pale, “Mr. Tang, please… have mercy…”

“If you don’t want to die, then run faster.”

Tang Feng gave him an innocuous smile, then got into the car and started the engine.

“Roar!”

The Ferrari F8 roared to life and slowly drove off.

Ba Song frantically ran behind the car, knowing that one slip would mean being dragged to death by the Ferrari. In that case, there would only be one outcome.

The gangsters left behind were watching the Ferrari disappear with horror.

The more faint-hearted among them collapsed on the spot, their legs giving out.

“This is terrifying, why did Mr. Xu have to offend such a ruthless person?”

“One man took down more than twenty of us, with Ba Song unable to land a blow. What kind of strength is that?”

“He’s probably going to settle accounts with Mr. Xu now, right? Isn’t Mr. Xu in grave danger?”

“To be enemies with someone like that, Mr. Xu has only himself to blame…”

Tang Feng didn’t drive too fast, maintaining a speed of about sixty miles per hour.

But Ba Song still had to run as fast as he could to avoid being dragged to death.

After running wildly for three kilometers, he was already running out of strength, almost collapsing several times.

But he relied on sheer willpower to forcefully keep running.

It was around nine in the evening, and there was still a fair amount of traffic on the roads.

Many passersby witnessed the scene, their hearts racing with fear.

“This is too cruel, isn’t it? It’s practically murder, someone call the police.”

A well-meaning bystander was about to pull out their phone to call the police, only to be stopped by a companion.

“I’d advise you not to meddle. Didn’t you see the car they’re driving? If they dare to do this much, they’re not afraid of the police. If you go through with this, you’re likely to get into big trouble.”

“So we’re just going to watch this happen, do nothing?”

“Of course we can’t just watch. ”

“Then what should we do?”

“Close your eyes, and you won’t see it, right?”

“Uh… makes sense.”