Super Soldier in Campus-Chapter 792 - 797 Who plotted against whom? _1

THUD, THUD, THUD, THUD...

Almost simultaneously, four dull thuds echoed. Within a second, Lin Feng and Zhou Yang knocked out the four men in black suits blocking their path. They quickly retrieved two handguns from their opponents’ waists and tucked them into their own waistbands.

By now, not just Lin Feng, but Zhou Yang too, had deduced that Chen Ming’s office was on this floor.

Indeed, as Lin Feng and Zhou Yang pushed open the largest door in the hallway, they saw Chen Ming, dressed in a Tang suit, looking at them, his face a mask of bewilderment and a strange expression.

"You... Lin Feng..." Chen Ming’s hand shot out nervously, fumbling in the drawer beneath his desk for a handgun. He raised it, pointing it at Lin Feng and Zhou Yang, and stammered in alarm, "What do you want?"

"What do we want?" Lin Feng showed no hint of nervousness, as if he hadn’t even seen the gun in Chen Ming’s hand. He simply chuckled coldly. "Didn’t Master Chen send for me? Well, I’m here. Why so jumpy?"

"Hmph..." Perhaps emboldened by the gun in his hand, Chen Ming seemed to regain some composure. He stared intently at Lin Feng and said in a low voice, "The men I sent were injured by you, weren’t they? And you still dare to show your face here. How very ’courteous’ of you..."

"I couldn’t possibly refuse Master Chen’s invitation..." Lin Feng said. He clapped his hands together lightly, seemingly casually, then walked to Chen Ming’s desk, pulled out a chair, and sat down gracefully.

As Lin Feng settled into the chair, Chen Ming felt a bone-chilling gust of wind seem to emanate from him, making him shiver involuntarily.

Lin Feng looked at Chen Ming, a cold smirk playing on his lips. "I wonder, Master Chen, what is it you wanted to discuss with me?"

Chen Ming didn’t answer Lin Feng directly. Instead, he glanced with amusement at the gun in his hand and said coolly, "Lin Feng, are you truly not afraid of this gun? This isn’t just any pistol, you know. It’s a .50 caliber Desert Eagle! No matter how skilled you are in Martial Arts, I doubt you could stop a bullet from this, could you?"

"The Desert Eagle is a fine weapon," Lin Feng acknowledged, glancing at it before giving a faint smile. "But even the best weapon depends on who’s wielding it. What good is a gun if its owner never gets the chance to fire it? Why should I be afraid?"

"Truly, the more skilled one is, the bolder they become," Chen Ming sighed, his voice soft. "No wonder you dared to barge into my territory! Lin Feng, I’m suddenly regretting something. I know you like money. If I’d invested heavily in you from the beginning, you probably wouldn’t be opposing me now for Long Shaotian’s sake, would you?"

"Perhaps," Lin Feng replied noncommittally.

In truth, he knew he’d never genuinely done anything for Long Shaotian. Everything Lin Feng did was for Yan Su and Wu Mei’s mission, and to earn a little extra cash on the side. Of course, rescuing Long Xiaoyun was simply repaying her unwavering devotion to him.

"Lin Feng..." Chen Ming stared at Lin Feng and asked seriously, "I’ll ask you one thing: are you willing to abandon Long Shaotian and come work for me? I can meet any price. Whatever Long Shaotian offered you, I’ll double it. You know I’m the current head of the Jiangzhou Qingzi Sect. My word is my bond!"

"I..." Just as Lin Feng started to speak, two rumbles echoed, and Chen Ming abruptly dropped from sight, vanishing before their eyes.

"It’s a mechanism!" Zhou Yang lightly jumped to the spot beside where Chen Ming had been sitting. He glanced at the floor and saw a large hole there. "Boss, should we jump down there?"

"Don’t be reckless. We don’t know the situation down there, so don’t chase blindly," Lin Feng said, his expression calm. It seemed he had already anticipated Chen Ming’s escape and had no intention of pursuing him.

Just then, Chen Ming’s triumphant, cunning voice erupted from a small loudspeaker in the corner, "Hahahaha... Lin Feng, did you really think I wanted to recruit you? You’re overthinking it! Why would I recruit someone who’s about to die? Lin Feng, were you feeling smug just now? Did you think finding me was too easy? Let me tell you, I *let* you find me. Of course, it was easy!"

At that moment, the sound of chaotic footsteps echoed from outside the door—it sounded like fifty or sixty men. This was accompanied by the terrifying CLICK-CLACK of gun bolts being pulled, a chilling sound.

"Damn it, it’s an ambush!" Zhou Yang exclaimed, frowning. "Boss, what do we do?"

Lin Feng glanced at the large floor-to-ceiling windows behind Chen Ming’s desk and said in a low voice, "Go!"

CRASH! With a deafening sound, Lin Feng smashed the tempered glass, and he and Zhou Yang leaped out into the air.

Simultaneously, the dozens of men Chen Ming had ambushing them outside the office opened fire on the closed door.

RATATATAT! Amidst the roar of gunfire, a hail of scorching bullets tore through the door and into the office, while others streaked into the dark night sky, leaving fiery red tracer lines.

Using the air conditioning compressors mounted on the building’s exterior as footholds, Lin Feng and Zhou Yang gracefully leaped down from the eleventh floor. In just over ten seconds, they landed in the back alley behind the Wan Jiale Club.

"I can’t believe Chen Ming is so cunning! Brother Feng, we walked right into his trap!" Zhou Yang said, annoyed, as he ran behind Lin Feng.

"You think we were tricked?" Lin Feng suddenly stopped, turning to Zhou Yang with a slight smile. "If so, then Chen Ming is truly doomed this time..."

"Brother Feng, what do you mean by that?" Zhou Yang asked, startled. "Didn’t we just barely escape with our lives? How can you say he’s doomed? He got away, didn’t he?"

Lin Feng merely smiled without explaining. In truth, Lin Feng hadn’t come to kill Chen Ming. After all, Chen Ming was the prominent head of the Qingzi Sect. If Lin Feng really killed him, he would face a mountain of inescapable problems, both overt and covert.

Lin Feng’s actual goal was to meet Chen Ming and "talk." The substance of the conversation was unimportant; what mattered was finding an opportunity to use his Dual Primal Meridian Severing Art.

The moment he began speaking with Chen Ming, Lin Feng had secretly employed the Dual Primal Meridian Severing Art on him. Superficially, it appeared Lin Feng and Zhou Yang had fallen into Chen Ming’s ambush, escaping death by a hair’s breadth. In reality, Chen Ming had been outmaneuvered by Lin Feng!

In three days, Chen Ming would suffer a "stroke" and be left in a vegetative state.

"Let’s go back," Lin Feng said calmly. "If I’m not mistaken, Chen Ming will be in a frenzy for the next few days. We just need to lie low for two days, and then this trouble will pass." With that, he ignored Zhou Yang and strolled back the way they had come.

"Hey, Boss, at least explain it to me! What on earth is going on?" Zhou Yang, even more confused by Lin Feng’s words, anxiously hurried after him.

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