Chapter 28: Slashing Through the Encirclement

The Xinyi Restaurant was locked tight; the glass doors were secured, and the shutter outside had already been pulled down. Chen Lan clung to her daughter, pressing herself against the glass, her face pale as death. She stared at the dozens of thugs gathering around, uncertain of what fate awaited them that night.

Yet, one man stood before her. His figure was not particularly robust or imposing, but it offered her a sliver of comfort. Even though this sense of safety could be shattered with a single blow, the courage radiating from him was enough.

Shan Wei stood behind his gang, perched atop a table, surveying the scene like a commanding general. He shouted, “I’ll ask you one more time—will you follow me?”

“You’re not worthy,” Lu Feng replied, each word cold and deliberate.

“Fine! Very well! Then just die! Get rid of him!” Shan Wei ordered.

The crowd surged forward, brandishing machetes, rushing at Lu Feng. Blades flashed, aiming to cut him down.

Lu Feng reached out, catching the wrist of the first attacker. He snatched the knife and used it to block the second blade, then kicked the third thug, sending him sprawling.

The fight erupted instantly. Lu Feng gave his all, battling the mob with fists as swift as the wind, feet flying in rapid succession.

His agile silhouette danced among the blades; every punch sent a man screaming to the floor, every kick toppled another. Shan Wei watched from outside, growing increasingly alarmed. He had thought Lu Feng’s victory over Crazy Xi was impressive, but witnessing Lu Feng subdue dozens at once, he realized he had underestimated him.

How could someone be so powerful?

Shan Wei couldn’t fathom such strength. Even the fiercest members of the Black Dragon gang, who ruled the Haizhu district, were scarcely his equal. How could a city like Huadu suddenly produce such a formidable man, who wasn’t affiliated with any gang?

Now, fear gripped him. If someone like Lu Feng ever became an enemy, it would be terrifying. The more frightened he felt, the more determined he was to kill Lu Feng here—otherwise, the consequences would be unbearable.

“Kill him! Whoever draws first blood gets a hundred thousand reward!” Shan Wei shouted.

The mob’s eyes gleamed red at the promise of such a sum. They didn’t even need to defeat Lu Feng—just spill his blood. Their knives could easily slice flesh; drawing blood should not be difficult.

But, in truth, it was incredibly hard. Lu Feng’s skills were extraordinary; surrounded by dozens, he fought with relentless vigor.

None of these thugs had learned any real martial arts; they relied solely on brute courage, sometimes even striking each other in the chaos.

The sound of fighting echoed for a long time.

Lu Feng remained unscathed; the floor was littered with more than twenty groaning thugs.

Shan Wei’s expression darkened. He had thought that so many blades would surely bring Lu Feng down, no matter how skilled he was, but reality proved otherwise.

Da Wei was equally anxious, his eyes flashing with malice. Gripping a machete, he quietly approached. Taking advantage of Chen Lan’s distraction, he grabbed the little girl’s arm, brandishing his knife as he shouted, “Move a muscle and I’ll cut her head off!”

Lu Feng turned to see Da Wei holding the little girl, who stretched out her arms, reaching for her mother.

Chen Lan tried to lunge forward to rescue her daughter, but Da Wei immediately pointed his knife at her and barked, “Take one step closer and I’ll stab her!”

Chen Lan stopped instantly, dropping to her knees to beg, “Please, don’t hurt Xiao Xiao… I’m begging you…”

“Mom… Mom…” Xiao Xiao cried, reaching desperately for Chen Lan, but Da Wei held her firmly.

With a twisted grin, Da Wei pointed his knife at Lu Feng and ordered his men, “Kill him!”

One of the thugs lunged forward, slashing at Lu Feng.

Lu Feng spun, striking him with his elbow and sending him flying.

Da Wei immediately pressed the blade to Xiao Xiao’s neck and roared, “Try moving again, damn you!”

Lu Feng saw the knife digging into the delicate skin of Xiao Xiao’s neck, already leaving a bloody mark. He had no choice but to raise his hands and stay still.

Da Wei signaled to another thug behind Lu Feng, who instantly swung his blade at Lu Feng’s back.

Chen Lan saw this, her mouth agape in horror, her face ashen.

As the blade was about to strike, Lu Feng suddenly stepped back, crashing into the thug’s arms. The machete missed, only the thug’s wrist struck Lu Feng’s shoulder.

Lu Feng moved like lightning, grabbing the thug’s hand and squeezing hard, snatching the machete and hurling it forward.

The blade flew and buried itself precisely in Da Wei’s wrist.

Da Wei cried out in pain, his machete clattering to the floor.

He was ruthless; seeing Lu Feng rushing to rescue the girl, he grabbed a nearby chair and swung it viciously at Xiao Xiao’s head.

The chair shattered with a loud crack.

But it was not Xiao Xiao who was struck, but Chen Lan.

As Da Wei’s blade fell to the floor, Chen Lan threw herself forward, wrapping her arms around her daughter and shielding her with her own back.

Lu Feng rushed up and punched Da Wei in the face, sending him sprawling. He grabbed the fallen machete and pressed it to Da Wei’s throat, his eyes like a wolf as he glared at Shan Wei and growled, “Open the door!”

Shan Wei saw his brother subdued, his face dark as coal, but he had to protect his kin. Though reluctant, he ordered, “Open the door! Let them go!”

With their reckless courage spent, the thugs dared not fight any longer. They opened the restaurant doors, letting Lu Feng, Chen Lan, and the child leave.

Chen Lan shielded her daughter, Lu Feng dragged Da Wei, holding the machete in reverse grip, step by step out of the Lianhong Society’s Hongqiao stronghold, down Xiangzhang Road.

Over a hundred thugs followed them in the street, but none dared approach.

Lu Feng was too formidable; dozens lay in the restaurant, while Lu Feng walked out unscathed. Those outside had no idea what had transpired inside.

…

After leaving Xiangzhang Road, Lu Feng tossed aside the unconscious Da Wei and hurried Chen Lan and Xiao Xiao out of Baiyun district.

It was already past ten at night.

After walking a while, Chen Lan began to stumble.

Lu Feng realized the chair had injured her earlier. He glanced around and said, “Let’s find somewhere to rest. I’ll buy some bruise medicine to treat your back.”

“No need, I’m fine,” Chen Lan replied, waving her hand.

“It’s better to treat it now. If it injures your organs, that would be bad.” Lu Feng took her hand and checked her pulse.

He bought a bottle of bruise medicine at a nearby pharmacy, wrote a prescription, and bought two doses of herbal medicine. Then he found a hotel nearby for them to stay.

Inside their room, Chen Lan hesitated, then removed her clothing so Lu Feng could examine her injury.

Her back was mottled with bruises. Lu Feng checked her pulse to ensure her organs were unharmed, then poured out the bruise medicine and gently massaged the bruised area.

“Your bra—can it be undone?” he asked.

The bruise lay directly beneath the strap, making the massage difficult.

Chen Lan faced away from Lu Feng, embarrassed. She was grateful to him, and even felt a deep, yearning sense of safety, but they hadn’t known each other long; to be exposed so soon was awkward.

Moreover, her chest had always been ample, and after having her daughter, it had grown fuller, nearly reaching a large size, its shape even more pronounced, visible beneath her bra.

After a moment’s hesitation, Chen Lan recalled how Lu Feng had shielded her and her daughter, realizing she could never repay the debt. Letting him see her was nothing, so she reached behind and quietly unhooked her bra.

The two soft mounds freed from the bra bounced outward, looking even larger.

Lu Feng, seeing Chen Lan’s curves from behind, swallowed hard. A surge of desire rose in him; he longed to reach out and feel those soft mounds.