Chapter 038: The Assassin Returns

Chapter 038: The Assassin Returns

The two spoke outside for a while. Seeing that night had grown deep, Ye Feng thought it was about time to escort Huang Wei back to rest. But just as they took a few steps, Ye Feng heard a familiar set of footsteps approaching—quick and light, trained in martial arts. He felt a pang of unease.

"Be careful. In a moment, stay close behind me. And call Master Chen and the others, tell them to come help," Ye Feng warned. He feared no matter how many opponents there were, but right now his concern was for Huang Wei, who was defenseless. If a fierce battle broke out, it would be nearly impossible to protect her.

"Alright!" Huang Wei pressed the alarm device in her pocket. At that instant, ten men formed a line ahead. With a wave of their leader's hand, they drew machetes and rushed forward. Ye Feng immediately scooped up Huang Wei, dodged aside, and landed a heavy punch on one of the assailants, sending him sprawling to the ground.

"Who are you people, daring to cause trouble at the Gate of Justice?" Ye Feng only meant to intimidate them. But as one shouted "kill," the rest charged again. This time, Ye Feng showed no mercy, his hands moving with swift precision.

The attackers wielded blades, and Ye Feng dared not be careless—no matter how skilled, even a master fears a kitchen knife. Whoever said that, Ye Feng believed it. One man lunged at him; Ye Feng kicked him away and sneered coldly, "Such petty tricks, you dare compete with the sun and moon?"

Suddenly, the leader's eyes flashed red; his attitude changed from careless to wary. Perhaps he no longer underestimated Ye Feng. Tonight, they'd dispatched ten men to ambush Huang Wei, thinking it was overkill. Then they learned someone was guarding her—a young nobody, they scoffed, what trouble could he cause?

Ye Feng no longer concealed his strength. He flicked his wrists, surged forward with both legs, a gust from his kick smashed down toward the enemy's head. The man was startled—this youth was formidable, hurriedly mustering his inner strength to defend.

But Ye Feng was relentless, allowing no respite. He pounced, his palms charged with force, and struck the leader's head. With a dull thud, the leader's head tilted and he collapsed, never realizing his knife was useless.

Ye Feng still protected Huang Wei, landing punches on the heads of those threatening her. A surge of energy scattered them. His eyes were red with fury; his fists flew, shadows flashed, and soon all the assailants were writhing on the ground, groaning. Ye Feng thought the matter was settled, but out of the corner of his eye, he spotted another man gripping a knife, poised to attack—these men were not giving up.

Ye Feng showed no restraint, kicked, and smashed his fist onto the man's head with a muffled blow, knocking him down. "Speak! Who are you?" he demanded.

"Heh, you won't get anything from us!" Suddenly, Ye Feng noticed the man's gaze shift strangely—something was wrong. Before he could react, the men bit down hard, their heads slumping as black blood oozed from their mouths. They had taken their own lives.

Ye Feng watched them die one by one, cursing his luck. If only he'd restrained one or two, he might have gleaned a clue; now he had nothing. At that moment, urgent footsteps sounded behind him.

Ye Feng turned to see Chen Hao leading a group, but it was already too late. "Miss, are you alright?" Chen Hao exclaimed, shocked by the sight of ten corpses. Heaven, the young lady's bodyguard was surely fierce!

"I'm fine, Third Uncle. You must thoroughly investigate tonight and give me an answer. And strengthen the defenses!" Huang Wei said angrily. Thankfully, Ye Feng was there; otherwise, she would have been in grave danger. These men had killed her father, and now came for her.

"Master Chen, it's over. You all can go. Tomorrow is the Yellow Sect Leader's burial; make sure preparations are complete," Ye Feng instructed, looking at Chen Hao, who felt uneasy—always arriving a little late.

"Yes, yes. You, stay and protect Miss," Chen Hao ordered several burly men. Huang Wei insisted it wasn't necessary; just guard the perimeter. Besides, she had something else to do—she noticed Ye Feng's arm was bleeding, and felt a pang of concern.

"What? Failed? Damn it! How do they handle things—what happened?" The man had planned to rest and await good news, but received word of failure instead. His eyes widened as he questioned his subordinate.

"Big brother, we don't know the details. The sniper failed, so we sent in the machete squad, but still didn't kill Huang Wei. I'm sorry, punish me if you must—the machete squad was under my command," the subordinate said dejectedly. He'd been confident the squad could finish Huang Wei, but never expected this outcome.

The machete squad was a secret team established by the man, unknown even within the Gate of Justice, not even to Huang Tianba. Each member was recruited by him and trained in martial arts, making them formidable. They had never failed—until tonight, bested by a mere girl.

"Who is protecting Huang Wei now—is it Chen Hao's men, or the trusted followers of Huang Tianba?" Each hall had hidden forces, so the man asked—could it be Huang Tianba's secret strength? If so, things would be difficult.

"Not Master Chen's men, nor the previous sect leader's. Those have already been dealt with. Now, only one bodyguard remains with Huang Wei—named Ye Feng, I believe," the middle-aged subordinate answered nervously.

"Ye Feng?" The man pondered—the name was unfamiliar. "Who is he? Find out quickly! Damn, if he ruins my plans, I'll cut him to pieces!"