Chapter 454: Chapter 454: Heaven-Defying Killing Intent
Swoosh.
Just as Wen Yaoting was laughing insidiously with satisfaction inside the helicopter cabin, Lin Fei suddenly swung the steel pipe in his hand into the air.
The steel pipe whistled as it flew out.
With a loud bang, the steel pipe struck Wen Yaoting’s chest right on target. He screamed miserably and spat out a mouthful of blood.
Wen Yaoting collapsed inside the cabin, causing the people inside to scream in shock.
The helicopter, hovering in mid-air, quickly flew out of the valley and left.
Above the valley, there was a helipad on the cliff.
The helicopter slowly landed on the helipad.
Wen Bozhong, dressed in a military-green Zhongshan suit, accompanied by several guards, approached the helicopter.
Looking at the unconscious Wen Yaoting, blood at the corners of his mouth, Wen Bozhong wore a grim expression, and he angrily questioned the soldiers inside the cabin, “Who did this?”
A soldier said to Wen Bozhong, “Sir, it was Lin Fei.”
He then recounted what had just happened.
A murderous intent flashed in Wen Bozhong’s eyes, and he said fiercely, “Lin Fei, you took my grandson’s life, and now you’ve severely injured my son. Today, I will make sure you die without a burial place.”
Then he instructed the soldiers in the cabin, “Take Yaoting to the military hospital.”
“Yes, sir.” The soldier responded.
Wen Bozhong and the guards stepped back, and the helicopter took off again, flying toward the skies outside of Demon Island.
Wen Bozhong stood at the edge of the cliff.
With a grim look, he gazed down at the valley, over 50 to 60 meters below, where Lin Fei was surrounded at the core by a large group of ferocious murder convicts.
This island, originally not named Demon Island, was named so because it held a group of ferocious murder convicts with bloodstained hands.
You could say that on Demon Island, every murderer was a notorious criminal back in their provinces or cities, even serial killers, all skilled in martial arts, ruthless and cold-blooded, killing without blinking.
The reason Wen Bozhong had thrown Lin Fei into a valley with such brutal, cold-blooded murder convicts was that Lin Fei had gravely injured his genius grandson Wen Xiaojun, causing him to cough up blood and eventually die at Zhu Liu’s hands.
Hence, he wanted Lin Fei to die a hundred times more painfully than his grandson.
In the valley, more than a hundred murder convicts, exuding violent auras all over, surrounded Lin Fei, their cold eyes looking at him as if at a dead man.
But they did not attack Lin Fei immediately.
At this moment, a convict as strong as a leopard, his muscles seeming to burst out of his prison clothes, looked up at Wen Bozhong on the cliff and shouted, “Wen Bozhong, is it true what your son said, that killing this guy means we can get a special pardon?”
His voice rolled out like waves, rippling upwards like water waves, making even Wen Bozhong’s silver hair at the cliff top flutter in the air pressure.
Wen Bozhong looked at the speaking convict in the valley and said, “That’s right, what Yaoting said is what I meant. Whoever kills Lin Fei today, I can specially pardon them, letting them return to land for a free life.”
When Wen Bozhong said this, although he did not exert as much effort as the convict in the valley did to amplify his voice, he spoke as if in ordinary conversation.
But each word he spoke strangely reached the ears of everyone in the valley, allowing them to hear him clearly.
It seemed each word was as solid as substance, weighing down into the valley, even more impressively than the convict’s loud diffusion of sound.
Lin Fei looked up at the top of the cliff, toward Wen Bozhong, who exuded the demeanor of a formidable figure with deep-timbred breath, and thought secretly: It seems that Wen Bozhong’s strength is likely not inferior to any of the murder convicts in the valley!
Upon hearing Wen Bozhong’s promise, all the murder convicts became excited.
Given Wen Bozhong’s status and position, his words carried much more weight than Wen Yaoting’s.
Seeing the murderous aura emanating from the surrounding murder convicts, Lin Fei knew they were about to launch an attack.
Lin Fei bent down, picked up two half-meter-long steel pipes left from the dismantling of the steel cage from the ground, and grasped them in his hands.
Seeing Lin Fei holding two steel pipes in his hands, many murder convicts showed ferocious smiles: Does this kid think he can fend them off just because he has two steel pipes?
From the body of these murder convicts erupted the fierce wind of inner qi, and even more powerful grandmaster-level inner qi, with a breath that was astonishing.
These murder convicts turned out to be grandmaster-level skilled experts, murderers of such strength wreaked havoc wherever they wandered, being extremely dangerous individuals.
No wonder these murder convicts were imprisoned on this island in the sea.
Swish, swish, swish.
Whoever kills Lin Fei has the chance to leave this island; all murder convicts’ eyes turned red, transforming into shadows attacking Lin Fei.
The scene was like a pack of wolves attacking a sheep, bloody and fierce.
On the cliff top, Wen Bozhong, seeing this, squinted his eyes, emitting strands of icy killing intent: Lin Fei, you made me lose my grandson and severely injured Yaoting; now I’ll let you experience the taste of being torn apart alive by this pack of murder maniacs.
Just as Wen Bozhong’s smile deepened, the situation in the valley suddenly changed.
Only the whistling of steel pipes, the crackling of hits, the sound of breaking bones, and the screams reverberated through the valley.
The originally wolf-pack-like hundred murder convicts rushing toward Lin Fei were now beaten by Lin Fei’s two steel pipes, which whooshed like wind and struck as fast as lightning, making them wail like ghosts and howl like wolves, holding their heads and fleeing, only regretful that their parents didn’t give them more legs for escaping.
Whatever murder kings, whatever villains, no matter how ruthless, terrifying, or tough they were, in the face of Lin Fei, who wielded steel pipes like life-taking sticks, they flew, fell, and staggered, and the scene was once uncontrolled.
Those who ran faster ran far away, while those who were slower ended up without exception lying on the ground, groaning and moaning.
Out of over a hundred murder convicts, around seventy fled, and about thirty fell to the ground.
Lin Fei’s battle left over a hundred murder convicts terror-stricken, their whole bodies shaking.
At this moment, in the eyes of these terror-stricken murder convicts, Lin Fei was more of a murderer than they were, ten times, a hundred times more brutal…
Holding steel pipes, Lin Fei stood imposingly, exuding a murderous aura; in their eyes, he was like a devil from hell, instilling fear.
On the cliff, Wen Bozhong and his guards were extraordinarily shocked.
Wen Bozhong didn’t expect that over a hundred murder convicts could be beaten to such a mess by Lin Fei.
These were over a hundred murder convicts who would kill without batting an eyelid, not ordinary murderers.
The shock in Wen Bozhong’s heart was indescribable.
He gathered sharp brilliance in his eyes: Nevertheless, even if Lin Fei’s martial arts are formidable, he can’t possibly be an opponent for that terrifying person who hasn’t yet made a move.
In the valley, Lin Fei’s gaze swept over the fallen ones and the convicts trembling anxiously around. He shouted coldly, “Who else will fight me?”
His voice, as if thunder, echoed through the valley cliffs.
No matter whether fallen or standing, over a hundred murder convicts were all so silent as if they were struck by a chill from cold cicadas, not daring to answer.
At this moment, a commonplace shack in the valley, its wooden door creaked open, instantly filling the area with an intangible, bone-chilling killing intent that enveloped the entire valley.
All the murder convicts’ faces changed dramatically!