“How can you be here?”
Ling Feiyan was utterly bewildered.
“Do you think I wanted to come to this hellhole? It was Yang Ming who told me you were done for, so I came.”
Lin Feng sneered. This woman was truly strange, almost dying yet still bothered with such questions.
Ling Feiyan exclaimed, “You came specifically for me?”
“Something like that. After all, I’ve taken liberties with you before. If you died, who would I spank later?”
Lin Feng replied with a smile.
Upon receiving a positive answer, Ling Feiyan, who had been surprised and touched, felt a surge of shame and anger upon hearing Lin Feng’s latter half of the sentence, wishing she could disappear into the ground.
So, this man saved her just so he could continue to spank her later.
What kind of perverted thought was that?
Seeing Lin Feng and Ling Feiyan bickering, the butcher felt his dignity was thoroughly trampled.
“Kid, kindly treat me like a person. I’m about to kill both of you!”
The butcher said fiercely, though inwardly he was immensely shocked.
He felt as though his axe had struck solid steel. Not only had it failed to injure Lin Feng, but it was also stuck fast.
Lin Feng snorted, “If you hadn’t spoken, I wouldn’t have considered you a person.”
Dismissively, Lin Feng finally released his tensed fingers.
With a *bang*.
As Lin Feng suddenly relaxed his grip, the butcher lost his balance and fell backward with his axe, landing with a thud.
Then, Lin Feng stepped forward and slapped the butcher hard across the face.
The butcher wanted to dodge, but he couldn't.
He felt like a child in front of Lin Feng, only able to endure being slapped.
“You trash, what kind of ability is it to bully a woman? If you’re so capable, why didn’t you try to kill me?”
“As an assassin, living like this is truly pathetic!”
Lin Feng lectured him like an unfilial son, slapping the butcher’s cheeks as he berated him.
The butcher was stunned. “You, who exactly are you? It’s one thing that you don’t treat me as a person, but why the hell are you so strong?”
“I am your ancestor!”
Lin Feng kicked the butcher’s sturdy body, sending him flying dozens of meters like a kicked ball.
Afterward, he pulled out his phone. “Tombstone, help me clean up some big garbage. I’m in a hurry and don’t have time to deal with it.”
Having made arrangements for the aftermath, Lin Feng turned to leave.
However, upon hearing the name Tombstone, the butcher cried out in shock, “How do you know Tombstone? Are you Death?”
At this declaration, Lin Feng felt a sense of unease.
He had miscalculated; he had forgotten to hide his identity!
Indeed, when Lin Feng looked at Ling Feiyan, he found her staring at him in disbelief.
“You, you are Death?”
Ling Feiyan asked numbly, suddenly feeling as though she had been toyed with by Lin Feng all along.
“Officer Ling, I’m not some Death. He and I are just ordinary friends. We just both know Tombstone.”
Lin Feng defended himself with a dry chuckle.
The explanation was plausible, but it did not dispel Ling Feiyan’s suspicions about Lin Feng.
Fortunately, Tombstone arrived relatively quickly. After Tombstone’s arrival, Lin Feng turned and fled.
He gave Ling Feiyan no chance to interrogate him.
As for the butcher, upon seeing Tombstone arrive, he nearly wet himself.
He knew Tombstone’s ruthlessness all too well and pleaded incessantly, “Tombstone, give me a quick end. Just kill me. Don’t send me to that damned place, please, I beg you.”
“Hmph, you should know my rules. The gates of Death Prison are open to you. Spend the rest of your life in hell.”
Tombstone snorted, knocked the butcher unconscious with a karate chop, and then signaled the helicopter to take the butcher to Death Prison.
The so-called Death Prison was a place specifically designed to incarcerate the most heinous criminals.
It was a place of eternal darkness, a veritable hell.
Once imprisoned, one was subjected to devilish treatment every single day.
The most terrifying aspect was that one was not allowed to die easily, only made to suffer a fate worse than death.
“Are you really Tombstone?”
Ling Feiyan stared at Tombstone, knowing full well that Tombstone was Death’s most loyal subordinate.
Tombstone ignored Ling Feiyan. In this world, apart from Lin Feng, he paid attention to no one.
“Can I ask you one question? Is Lin Feng Death?”
Ling Feiyan was desperate to know the answer.
Death was her idol, and her greatest wish was to meet her idol.