Frontier Army Warrior

Of course Du Zhun didn't know how experienced Lin Feng was. After a moment's silence, Lin Feng suddenly spoke.

"Cui Yik."

Du Zhun's brows frowned slightly, then returned to normal in an instant.

Lin Feng let out a breath and sat down on the ground.

Cui Yijian is the sergeant of the Lingdouzi Beacon Tower and the leader of the garrison in this area.

He is also Lin Tong's half-brother.

When Lin Tong and Mu Bentian were doing business with the Tartars in this land, Cui Yijiao’s participation was definitely indispensable.

Ever since Lin Feng almost crippled Cui Yiji with a kick, this guy must have been holding a grudge.

If the sergeant can't do it, there's no deal.

A kick in the crotch is nothing compared to touching his interests.

From then on, Lin Feng became a thorn in his flesh.

Once you figure out the key points, everything else will fall into place.

Lin Feng didn't even need to go home to check, his sister Lin Shou must be sleeping soundly at home.

As long as he is alive, no one dares to touch his family.

Obviously, Wu Er and his wife also participated in the assassination and played a relatively important role.

Lin Feng figured out what was going on and turned to look at Du Zhun.

Du Zhun was leaning against the earthen wall with his head drooping, and he was no longer breathing.

He stood up, led his warhorse, packed up his broken bow, and walked slowly towards the village.

He walked all the way to the backyard wall of Lin Tong's house.

He stepped on the back of the warhorse and climbed over the wall.

Holding a long knife in his hand, he walked forward from the backyard.

The whole house was dark and nothing could be seen.

As he was walking, a big dog suddenly jumped out from the darkness, without barking, and pounced towards Lin Feng.

Lin Feng had already sensed the big dog's breath. When he vaguely saw the white teeth in the big dog's mouth, the long knife in his hand had already swept across the big dog's neck.

There was no sound, only the sizzling sound of the knife cutting flesh.

The big dog's headless body fell to the corner of the wall, splattering with blood.

Lin Feng continued walking forward and came to the door of a row of tiled houses.

He didn't know which house Lin Tong lived in, so he could only look around blindly.

I pushed the wooden door and found a latch on the inside.

I originally wanted to not disturb others and just pick it open with a knife. If it wasn’t Lin Tong, I would have looked somewhere else.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, there was a sound of hurried footsteps in the yard, and a group of more than ten people holding lanterns and torches rushed towards this side.

Seeing Lin Feng standing in front of the door with a knife in hand, he immediately started shouting.

"There's a thief, catch the thief!"

Those holding lanterns and torches stood half a circle back, holding them high to shine.

They rushed forward with sticks, knives and guns in their hands.

Lin Feng licked his lips, feeling a little dry.

There is no way to communicate with these people, we can only speak with knives.

He gritted his teeth and took a step forward without waiting for the other party to rush to him, unleashing his wind-splitting sword technique and instantly rushing into the crowd.

There are no tricks, only the sound of the knife cutting into the flesh.

In a short while, more than half of the dozen people were chopped down.

Only a few guys carrying lanterns and torches were left standing there in amazement, dumbfounded.

I don’t know who it was, but the torch dropped to the ground, and he screamed and turned around and ran away.

The others also threw away their lanterns and fled in all directions.

These people shouted and made a noise, waking up the entire house.

Many people opened the door, turned on the lights, and leaned out to check the situation.

After all, they are a wealthy family with many houses and many family members.

Lin Feng passed by a door and happened to see a woman who looked like a maid sticking her head out.

Before he could see clearly, Lin Feng grabbed him by the collar and pulled him out.

"Where does Lin Tong live?"

The little maid was trembling all over, her lips were shaking and she couldn't speak.

But a woman in the room asked, "Xiaohong, who is it?"

Lin Feng turned around and looked around. The house was a bit complicated, and it would take too much time to search by himself.

He simply picked up the maid and walked into the house.

There was a woman in the room, wearing only a underwear, revealing large areas of snow-white flesh, standing in front of the table lighting a lamp.

Suddenly turning around, he saw Lin Feng walking in with a shining long knife in his hand and his maid in one hand.

The woman screamed, and she didn't know whether to cover her mouth or her chest with her hands.

Lin Feng raised his long knife, with the tip of the knife an inch away from the woman's throat.

"Tell me, which room does Lin Tong live in?"

The woman raised her hand in horror and pointed in a direction.

"He...he lives in..."

"Take me there, or I'll chop you down!"

Lin Feng roared ferociously.

The woman was so frightened that she subconsciously turned around and walked out trembling.

The little maidservant protected her master, overcame her fear and shouted loudly.

"Third Aunt, please put on some clothes. It's cold."

Lin Feng released the maid's hand and asked her to find clothes.

In this way, the woman put on a cotton cloak, the little maid supported her arm, and Lin Feng followed behind them.

The three of them walked forward, turning left and right.

The doors and windows of the houses we passed by were all closed, and there was no sound at all.

They came to a house with lights on and the wooden door open.

The woman pointed at the door tremblingly and nodded at Lin Feng.

Lin Feng left the two of them and strode into the house.

In front of me is a living room with a few chairs and an octagonal table in the middle.

Lin Tong stood behind the table, looking at Lin Feng who walked in with a gloomy face.

The two looked at each other across the table.

As Lin Feng's uncle, Lin Tong has known Lin Feng's character very well since childhood.

Years of habitual thinking made him still believe that the young man in front of him was only strong for a while, and was still the cowardly boy in his impression at heart.

"Lin Feng, it's useless for you to kill me. I'm just a runner and a soup boy."

"Who devised such a vicious plan?"

"Cui Yijiao, he is also the one who knows you best."

"It's a pleasure for you."

"Originally, we were closer uncle and nephew, but you were not very useful at the time."

"Who hired those five killers?"

"There are four of them. The other one is just to make up the number. They are all people hired by Mu Honda."

Lin Feng dragged a chair over and sat down.

"Since you are all involved, I will kill them one by one."

Lin Tong waved his hand and said, "We have failed. There is no point in talking any more. Just tell us how much money you want to settle the matter."

As he spoke, he looked up and pulled off the red cloth covering the table.

Suddenly, a plate of bright orange gold ingots appeared.

Lin Tong raised the corner of his mouth slightly and looked at Lin Feng with disdain.

Lin Feng got angry when he saw Lin Tong's fearless and indifferent attitude.

He sat on a chair, raised his leg and put one foot on the edge of the eight-immortals table.

The table flew up when he kicked it, hitting Lin Tong's chest.

Lin Tong was immediately knocked out by the table, his body flew nearly a meter sideways and fell into the corner of the wall.

Several gold ingots were also scattered in front of him.

He struggled to get up, but suddenly felt a chill on his neck, and the sharp tip of a knife touched it.

"I'll kill you, and you can take as much money as you want."

"Lin Feng, you..."

Until now, Lin Tong still doesn't believe that Lin Feng would really kill him.

The people outside the house heard a noise in the living room and immediately ran in with several security guards.

These guards are Lin Tong's personal bodyguards, and they are all very skilled.

Seeing his master being held at knifepoint, he immediately rushed forward, shouting and holding the knife.

Lin Feng stared at Lin Tong and swept his long sword outward.

The security guard who rushed up first was caught off guard, with the knife in his hand still raised in the air, and his neck was cut by the tip of the knife.

The key to Pifeng sword technique is speed.

The two guards on the left and right rushed forward almost at the same time and were hit by Lin Feng's knife at the same time.

Amidst the spurting blood, the two men fell directly to the ground without making a sound.

The other security guard who was running a little slower stopped suddenly and stared in astonishment at his two fallen accomplices.

Only then did Lin Tong realize with horror that the bloody knife in Lin Feng's hand was slowly moving towards his neck.

The smell of blood made him feel like urinating.