Urban All-Round Master

Chapter 336: Chapter 338: Brothers Reunited

Chapter 338: Brother Reunion

Ahh!”

Suddenly!

Lin Zifeng’s fingers plunged deeply into his arm, immediately causing a string of blood flowers to spurt out high into the air. Lin Zifeng gripped Qiao Bu’en’s main vein in his arm mercilessly, his expressionless eyes coldly watching as Qiao Bu’en’s face twisted extremely due to the intense pain.

The hoarse voice reached Qiao Bu’en’s ears once more.

”Where did you find him?” At that moment, Lin Zifeng’s image in their eyes was undoubtedly no different from a man-eating demon.

Looking at his bloodshot eyes beneath the mask, Qiao Bu’en almost subconsciously forgot his own pain. Clenching his teeth, the sweat on his forehead slid down his face like a heavy rain.

”Spare me! Please, I know I was wrong, beg you to forgive me. If it’s money you want, I can call my dad anytime, any amount, he will pay you as long as you don’t kill me, money is not an issue,” Qiao Bu’en pleaded desperately, hoping his acting could evoke Lin Zifeng’s sympathy.

”Tell me, where did you find him?” Lin Zifeng’s cold, indifferent voice filled Qiao Bu’en’s ears again, and with each movement of his hand, Qiao Bu’en’s muscles throughout his body trembled violently. Pain was no longer his concern—his only thought was that everything would be manageable if only the man would spare him.

”Great, great hero, he’s just an ordinary boxer we nurtured in our boxing arena. If you, the great hero, want to take him away, you can do so anytime, just as long as you don’t kill me.”

”Boxer?” Lin Zifeng sneered.

”What have you done to him?” Lin Zifeng’s brows furrowed slightly, his voice still devoid of emotion.

”Him? He’s just a madman. We didn’t do anything to him. When my father took him out of prison, he was already insane. Other than boxing, he couldn’t do anything, so, so...” His voice trailed off under the fearsome gaze of the man behind the mask, and Qiao Bu’en finally could not finish his lie.

”So you injected him? Fed him powder?”

Qiao Bu’en was shocked, struggling to answer, only begging for mercy and pushing all the blame onto his father, indicating he had nothing to do with it.

”It seems you still refuse to tell the truth?” Lin Zifeng sinisterly smiled—and the smile was so disarming that even Qiao Bu’en was deceived by it.

When Qiao Bu’en looked up again, staring into his eyes, he realized his neck and body had already severed...

Qiao Bu’en stared with wide eyes as his face became fixed in a final gaze, unaware of when his neck had separated from his body...

Looking at Qiao Bu’en’s fallen corpse, Lin Zifeng’s cold lips curled into another cruel and insidious smile.

Tonight was a sleepless night as after Lin Zifeng carried Black Hawk away, not a single soul survived in the entire Underground Boxing Arena, blood and the aftermath of battle pervaded throughout, and aside from screams of agony and wails of grief, there was silence...

That night, the Underground Boxing Arena, including the clubhouse, burned in a lonely vigil, and Lin Zifeng, carrying Black Hawk bloodied, stepped into the darkness and departed...

By the time Black Hawk regained consciousness, it was already noon the next day.

Looking around the unfamiliar and silent room, Black Hawk instinctively jumped out of bed, his eyes warily scanning his surroundings.

Seeing nothing in the room but a table and a few chairs.

Just then, the room’s door was suddenly pushed open.

On high alert, Black Hawk immediately dashed forward like a ghostly apparition, launching a deadly move towards the intruder’s throat.

Just as Lin Zifeng stepped into the room, he sensed a ghostly figure lunging at him. His right hand, carrying food, instantly reacted.

”Bang!”

A dull sound. Their fists collided, and Black Hawk was thrown back a meter by Lin Zifeng’s force, even though Lin Zifeng had not used his full strength.

Black Hawk, seemingly not recognizing Lin Zifeng, raised his hand again, ready to strike at Lin Zifeng’s head!

”Black Hawk!” Lin Zifeng stood his ground and called out his codename loudly.

As if summoned by Lin Zifeng’s call, Black Hawk’s raised fists suddenly came to a halt.

Gazing at Black Hawk’s eyes hidden by his long hair, Lin Zifeng felt as if his heart were being stabbed with a knife.

The two were reunited, something Lin Zifeng hadn’t even dared to dream of.

Once comrades, once brothers, once glorious members of an organization, once Thirteen Eagles!

Seeing each other again today was as unreal as a dream.

Not only did Lin Zifeng’s tears stream down his face, but Black Hawk’s eyes reddened too, tears uncontrollably spilling out.

”Big—big brother! Is it you? Is it really you?” Black Hawk was completely moved by the scene in front of him, tears uncontrollably flowing down.

How many nights he had dreamed of reuniting with his brother, even if he knew it was just a dream, he didn’t want to wake up.

Unexpectedly, that moment had finally become reality.

Watching Lin Zifeng’s reddened eyes, Black Hawk, in front of Lin Zifeng, harshly slapped himself across the mouth, blood pouring from the corner of his lips, staring with his dark eyes at the big brother he once shared life and death with.

”I’m back, I’m back.” Lin Zifeng embraced Black Hawk tightly, with emotions free like a dam burst, holding each other closely. They feared it was just a dream, an exhilarating one.

”You’re back! You’ve finally come back!” Black Hawk’s emotions surged even more than Lin Zifeng’s, his rough hands gripping Lin Zifeng’s shoulders, clasping him tight, with even more tears flooding his eyes. All of it felt like a dream to him.

The brotherly love between men of iron required no explanations, just holding each other tightly, their strong bond erupting like a fiery volcano, the silent understanding magnifying their friendship.

And so, without speaking, without letting go, they embraced each other, their tears wetting each other’s shoulders.

Lin Zifeng’s arms trembled, his heart in agonizing pain, as if someone were repeatedly slicing into his heart with a sharp knife...

It’s uncertain how much time passed, perhaps because they held each other too tight, or the emotion from the reunion had calmed slightly.

Lin Zifeng placed his hands on Black Hawk’s broad shoulders, his piercing gaze fixed on Black Hawk’s eyes, and asked in a trembling voice, ”What about the other brothers?” His voice was husky, slightly excited.

Black Hawk just shook his head and hung it low because every time he remembered that battle, his head hurt unbearably, as if his heart was being sliced with thousands of knives, which also was the reason he hoped to numb his past through injecting drugs.

”Are they already...” As he spoke, Lin Zifeng’s voice grew even lower. He had nearly guessed the terrible consequences of that battle, and Black Hawk was simply lucky.

”Big—big brother, I’m sorry to you!” Black Hawk suddenly lost control of his emotions, dropped to his knees, and banged his head hard against the hard ground several times. If Lin Zifeng hadn’t stopped him in time, Black Hawk, true to his character, would rather die than show any sign of pain.

Now that his brothers were gone, leaving him alone, it was no wonder he lived with such remorse over the years.

”Don’t talk to me about useless things. I want you to live well, do not say those useless words, because you still have me!” Lin Zifeng hoisted Black Hawk by the neck up to his forehead and pressed his own forehead firmly against his, saying resolutely, ”Your life is no longer yours; you have already died once. So now, your life belongs to me. Live well for me, and if you ever dare to treat your life carelessly, you are disrespecting me!” Each word from Lin Zifeng fell like heavy stones onto Black Hawk’s heart, prompting new tears to flow from his eyes, and a firmer conviction shone within them because his life was no longer his own.

”Tell me, why are there so many puncture wounds on your wrist? Did they force you, or did you take drugs voluntarily?” Seeing the dozens of clear puncture marks on Black Hawk’s strong wrist, Lin Zifeng’s eyes became grave, his expression suddenly changing.

In his heart, no reason could justify touching ’poison,’ nor commit acts that went against one’s conscience.

For many people nowadays, ’poison’ is no longer a novelty; it not only harms oneself but also wreaks havoc on countless families.

During a mission in Vietnam, he had seen many people cultivating that substance locally, but at that time the most formidable troop of Huaxia known as Frontier Wolf was stationed on the Yunnan border, so he didn’t interfere much, simply helping them deal with drug cases in secret.

But now his brother-in-arms was taking that substance, causing Lin Zifeng’s heart to wrench with pain.

Under Lin Zifeng’s pressing gaze, Black Hawk eventually revealed all the humiliation he had endured over the years. Whenever Black Hawk spoke of the weight he’d shouldered, Lin Zifeng’s muscular body tensed like steel, his huge, rock-solid fists pounding fiercely against the wall, even shattering nearby tables.

Especially after surviving the battle two years ago, when Black Hawk was captured by the Huaxia People’s Liberation Army and sold to Qiao Bu’en’s father as a Boxing Slave, life was worse than death.

During that time, not only did Black Hawk have to endure inhumane torture, but ’powder’ was also sprinkled into his food every day.