Urban All-Round Master

72: Chapter 72: Beat You Until You Submit 72: Chapter 72: Beat You Until You Submit “What’s the matter, you all planning to gang up now?”

Lin Zifeng turned around with a mocking smile, eyeing everyone.

Nobody had the guts to challenge Lin Zifeng anymore!

Besides, it was unclear if Long Hao was dead or alive.

Who would dare provoke Lin Zifeng, isn’t that like asking for a short life?” Seeing their aggressive stares mixed with fear, Lin Zifeng couldn’t help but laugh.

“What’s wrong?

The boss got beaten, and none of you want to help out?

Maybe you’d have a chance in a group fight,” he said, squinting his eyes and scanning the crowd.

His tone already instilled fear in everyone there, and the kicks just now were blindingly fast; no one had seen how Long Hao was even sent flying.

Moreover, they were all in custody out of desperation, seeking to preserve themselves.

Now that Long Hao had been beaten, who had the surplus energy to step forward and offer help?

This isn’t society.

“Heh, so no one’s going to avenge him?” Lin Zifeng said, his smirk practically a signature at this point, as he looked at everyone.

Then, everyone bowed their heads in silence, none daring to speak.

But in one corner, a young man with a slender build and unremarkable looks lay quietly.

He was hiding in the corner, smoking a cigarette as if what happened here had nothing to do with him, displaying an air of indifference towards worldly affairs.

With years of life-and-death experience, Lin Zifeng could sense something peculiar about the fellow’s aura—a feeling recognizable only to those who had experienced life and death, as both the eyes and the aura of a killer were different from ordinary people.

Most importantly, now that the boss here, Long Hao, had been beaten to an unknown state by him, and this guy could still smoke so calmly.

If he wasn’t a master or a strong player, then he must be an idiot.

“All of you, get to the corner and do handstands.

Anyone who does it poorly will end up just like that animal just now!” Lin Zifeng thought with a sneer inside.

As soon as everyone heard this, they were stunned!

This new boss actually wanted them to do handstands?

Logically, a new boss would have demanded respect and retaliated instantly, perhaps by rewarding everyone with a slap or two.

But this seemingly young boss was making them do handstands?

Was this some kind of joke?

Although many could do handstands, doing it for too long would cause blood to rush to the head, which is even more unbearable than getting beaten up.

But given the situation, the crowd had no choice.

They looked at each other with resignation and went to the corner to start their handstands.

Lin Zifeng was pleased and walked toward the indifferent man in the corner, picking up a cigarette from the ground.

Seeing Lin Zifeng approach, the cold man didn’t even lift his head, simply continuing to quietly smoke his cigarette.

Lin Zifeng had one quirk; he particularly enjoyed making friends, especially with those whose strength was inscrutable.

Just as Lin Zifeng reached the indifferent man.

Suddenly, the man’s gaze turned sharp as lightning shone in his eyes.

With a flicker of intense focus, he spat the cigarette butt in his mouth at Lin Zifeng!

Though “spat” isn’t quite accurate—it was more like a shot, the butt flying fast like a dart straight at Lin Zifeng’s face!

A mischievous smile crept on Lin Zifeng’s lips.

The stronger the opponent, the more attractive they were.

Lin Zifeng’s reaction was quick; with a flick of his hand, he caught the swiftly approaching cigarette butt between his fingers, but sparks scattered in the air!

The indifferent man was momentarily stunned, not expecting Lin Zifeng to be so fast, but in a fleeting moment, he surged up like an enraged lion, throwing a right hook at Lin Zifeng’s forehead!

The speed was so astonishing that even Lin Zifeng was surprised.

His movements weren’t slow either, swiftly stepping back, but the indifferent man’s punch was like a magnet, chasing Lin Zifeng’s forehead relentlessly no matter how much he retreated!

The sound of the air being torn apart whistled by the ears, the fist force fierce and unbelievably fast.

The inmates stuck in their handstands were equally shocked, their situation worse than anyone else’s, hanging upside down with their heads feeling as if heavy with mercury, their blood rushing to their skulls, and fighting broke out right next to them.

If a stray punch hit them, it would be the epitome of injustice.

In Black Prison, who didn’t know of this indifferent man?

Probably no one had stayed longer than him, and the guards treated him as they would their own father, providing him with food and drink, practically making the prison his domain.

What baffled everyone was that since the day he arrived, he never spoke to anyone, his meals always better than those outside at restaurants.

And this remarkable figure was still confined with them?

Even those housed in the same cell couldn’t fathom just who this man was, who took aloofness to the extreme.

“Bang!” A muffled sound echoed.

Suddenly, Lin Zifeng’s fist struck like a ferocious tiger descending a mountain, fiercely clashing with the indifferent man’s fist!

In an instant, both men swiftly slid backward, almost jolted apart by each other’s Fist Force!

In that moment, Lin Zifeng was greatly alarmed in his heart!

He had indeed encountered a true master!

The expression on the indifferent man’s face grew even more bizarre as he secretly thought that he had finally met a worthy opponent.

Just that one exchange had numbed his fingers, trembling ceaselessly; had he not restrained his fist at the crucial moment, that strike alone might have shattered his own fist!

But his naturally indomitable spirit did not allow him to utter a word; he quickly regained his composure and attacked Lin Zifeng again.

“Hey!”

Just as Lin Zifeng was about to say something, the indifferent man gave him no opportunity, his face as pale as paper, and his massive fist, like a heavy hammer, smashed fiercely towards Lin Zifeng!

His feet also started to attack from above and below.

There was no choice; since the man wanted to fight, he’d have to knock him down first.

People with such arrogance couldn’t be reasoned with until they were beaten into submission.

The corners of Lin Zifeng’s mouth once again curled into a strange smile, only this time it bore the demeanor of a King!

His hands clenched tightly together, and immediately a series of crisp bone-cracking sounds could be heard.

Even Lin Zifeng’s chiseled face showed a bloodthirsty, ominous expression – this was a towering battle spirit!

It was a provocation to the strong; for five years he lived in the endlessly dark Black Prison, facing constant killing, living as if walking on corpses, and now his bloodlust was stoked afresh, turning Lin Zifeng’s expression extremely dark.

If you want to fight, then let’s fight!

Until you submit!

Lin Zifeng’s silhouette, ghost-like and swift, his fingers tightly interlocked, lunged straight toward the indifferent man, causing him to startle in surprise!

The strike he had just withstood was shocking enough, let alone the horrifying realization that this fellow could cover several meters in a single lunge, his speed so ghostly fast that even the air around him buzzed sharply.

The indifferent man felt a chill in his heart; was there even a need for battle now?

Clearly, he had crossed paths with a formidable person, but with the punch already thrown, there was no retracting it – he might as well be beaten to death as try to persist.

“Thud!”

The somber sound suddenly spread throughout the entire guardhouse, and the indifferent man, like a kite with its string cut, arched like a shrimp and crashed heavily onto an iron bed!

“Clang clang clang!”

The indifferent man smashed through several iron beds before he finally crashed heavily onto the floor.

“Pfft!”

A spurt of blood burst forth from his mouth!

“Cough cough!”

The indifferent man covered his chest, coughing up blood repeatedly, his demeanor detached as even his long black hair became disheveled.

Only then did Lin Zifeng gradually restrain his killing intent, his eyes softening as he slowly walked towards him step by step.

“You’re very strong!”

The indifferent man slowly raised his proud head and finally uttered three words.