Chapter 143: The Ingenious Use of Iron Nails

Chapter 143: The Ingenious Use of Iron Nails

Watching the team leader exchange words with that group of men, Ye Feng couldn't help but chuckle inwardly. Damn it, I'll give you another refreshing round in a moment! Recalling how Chu Yun and the other two had gone a bit too easy on them last time, Ye Feng inwardly lamented what a pity it was. He certainly wouldn't let these fellows off so lightly this time. Damn it, even if there are thirty of them, he could still handle them easily.

"Although you say that, thinking about what happened last time just makes my blood boil, Boss!" said the man standing next to the team leader with a bitter face, looking as though he had lost millions. The team leader glared fiercely at the fellow: "Damn it, can you stop bringing up last time? I spent days in the hospital because of it!"

"Yes, yes, you've had it hard, Boss. But Boss, you don't know, all of our wages were docked! This time we're on a mission to redeem ourselves through meritorious service, so we absolutely must pull off a success. Besides, I always feel that what happened last time had something to do with the Dragon City Club."

"Of course. Tonight, we're going to crush them utterly! All of you, save your energy for now and make sure you do a clean job later," the team leader said triumphantly. Not only had he brought along more brothers tonight, but he had also managed to secure some firepower equipment. As the saying goes, a well-supplied army is a strong one—damn it!

"Rest assured, Boss, we'll do a brilliant job!" everyone replied in unison, their hearts filled with boundless pride and ambition. Damn it, this was their moment to shine. If they pulled this off, eating well and living high wouldn't be a problem. They had caught wind of some rumors: if this operation succeeded, the Boss would naturally step up to a higher position, and all of them would rise with the tide.

Hearing their conversation, Ye Feng couldn't help finding it amusing. Damn it, without even assessing their own capabilities, they dared to make such wild boasts. While the Dragon City Club wasn't exactly a dragon's pool or a tiger's den, it certainly wasn't something these small-fry could take down. Over this period of time, Ye Feng had grown quite attached to the club.

At that moment, Ye Feng reached into the small pocket on his back and retrieved a handful of small, iron nail-like objects that looked extremely sharp. Gleaming under the illumination of the streetlights, they caught the light. Ye Feng smiled slightly, flicked his wrist, and watched as those tiny objects flew out, heading straight toward the tires of those vehicles.

*Thump! Thump!* With a few dull sounds, Ye Feng smiled triumphantly. This was a trick he was exceptionally proud of. Back when he was locked in solitary confinement and had absolutely nothing to do, he would pick up small pebbles from the ground and hurl them against the wall for amusement. Later, he gradually discovered that by channeling his inner Qi, he could occasionally drive the pebbles directly into the wall.

At first, he could only manage to embed them into the wall once in a while. But after ten days, when his confinement ended, Ye Feng reached a point where he could hit the target seven or eight times out of ten. Later on, whenever ammunition was scarce, he would use the small iron nails he carried with him, and the results were always remarkably effective.

Just now, a sudden flash of inspiration had led Ye Feng to employ this very trick, hurling the small iron nails directly at the tires of those vehicles so as not to expose his presence prematurely. Confident in his handiwork, he had to wait only a short while before he noticed the van beginning to list slightly. Hiding in the shadows, Ye Feng smiled.

"Boss, should we make our move now? There are already quite a few guests arriving at the Dragon City Club," a man asked anxiously. At the thought of being able to strike the Dragon City Club right now, he was ready to grab his gear and charge straight over. Damn it, thinking about what happened last time just stoked a fire in his belly.

The team leader looked out at the scene. Indeed, the entrance of the Dragon City Club was bustling with activity. "Let's move! Sound the alarms, and let's go up there and smash those bastards!" Following the team leader's command, the men began sounding their alarms. Ye Feng was momentarily startled—Good heavens, how could he have forgotten about that dreadful noise? He quickly drew more small iron nails from his pocket and swept his hand across in a wide arc. Instantly, the alarm sounds ceased, leaving the crowd astonished.

Yet what followed next threw them into complete disarray. The moment they tried to start the vehicles, they heard a series of popping sounds, and the vans listed heavily to one side, completely unable to move. A sense of foreboding washed over the team leader—when on earth had their tires been deflated? But even as doubt clouded the team leader's mind, Ye Feng made his move.

With an exceptionally graceful bound, Ye Feng lunged straight toward the team leader and delivered a solid punch. The team leader felt a sudden wave of dizziness and collapsed. However, Ye Feng had no intention of letting him off just yet; he hauled the team leader out of the vehicle and planted a fierce kick right into his lower abdomen. The excruciating pain wrung a pig-like screech from the team leader.

The team leader had originally intended to draw his gun, but he found that his hand felt as though it had been firmly pinned down by some heavy object. The others, only now recovering from their shock, saw a masked man stepping on their leader's chest and hurriedly drew their firearms. "Don't move! Freeze, or we'll open fire!"

Ye Feng said nothing. With a swift kick, the team leader's body slid across the ground, hurtling straight toward the group of men. They stood frozen in utter stupefaction. *What kind of monster is this?* Seizing the moment, Ye Feng flashed forward and launched a fierce onslaught against the armed men standing at the front.

Damn it, daring to point a gun at him? The number of firearms he had played with in his past eclipsed anything these punks could ever dream of knowing. With a few swift counter-manipulations, he knocked the weapons right out of their hands and onto the ground, then kicked them away as they skidded across the pavement. Suddenly, an ominous premonition struck Ye Feng. His body instinctively arched backward, and only then did he realize that someone actually had the audacity to fire.

As gunshots echoed through the night, many bystanders in the surrounding area froze in terror. At that moment, another man raised his weapon and fired directly at Ye Feng. But Ye Feng was no longer so foolish; pressing both palms against the ground, his entire body sprang directly upward into the air.

"Whoa!" The crowd gasped in sheer fright. *Good grief! Is this the legendary flying man?* Everyone was dumbfounded. By this time, the team leader on the ground could no longer make a sound because, after tumbling about in the scuffle, his head had smashed directly into the wheel of a van. His head lolled to one side, and he passed out cold.

With a simple, fluid dive, Ye Feng hurled himself directly into a nearby flowerbed and vanished from sight in an instant. Only then did the men snap out of their daze, unleashing a flurry of gunfire toward the flowerbed while frantically calling their headquarters for reinforcements. Yet just as they finished spraying bullets, a volley of iron nails whistled through the air, hurtling straight toward their chests with terrifying speed—too fast for any of them to evade. Panic seized them instantly. Damn it! Usually, they were the ones riddling others with gunfire; when had they ever been on the receiving end of a barrage?

One by one, the men collapsed to the ground. Ye Feng smiled, took a few agile leaps, and melted away into the night. The onlookers watching the spectacle were left thoroughly paralyzed with fear. *Good heavens!* They had always assumed that people holding guns were invincible, yet the armed thugs were now lying flat on the ground. *Is this a movie being filmed right now?* they wondered in breathless speculation.