The Road to Becoming a Son-in-Law

Chapter 102 Instant Kill

Chen Feng was perfectly normal, just a little irritable.

"Location: Room 9012, 9th floor of a five-star hotel."

This time, the destination was not the bar from last time, but a five-star luxury hotel.

Following the address, Chen Feng mingled with a few people and went upstairs. He soon saw the room number.

Inside the luxurious suite separated by a door, a man in a bathrobe was comfortably lounging on the hotel sofa, holding his phone, while a white suitcase hung on his leg on the coffee table.

“Honey, after this job I can retire from crime and take you on our honeymoon, how about it?” Huang Zhengke was unaware that someone was already waiting at the door. He glanced smugly at the briefcase and said to the person on the other end of the phone.

The woman on the phone seemed reluctant, but he patiently offered a few words of comfort. Afterwards, he thought... This one deal is worth two hundred million, and people are telling me to be careful. But now it seems that the people they've eliminated aren't that impressive, they were discovered so quickly.

He hung up the phone with a smug look on his face, picked up the drink on the table, took a sip, and let out a satisfied sigh... The life of the rich is so comfortable!

"Knock down."

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

He didn't care at all, and only asked, "Who?"

"Waiter," Chen Feng said, standing at the door.

Upon hearing this, the person inside almost spat out the wine they were still savoring. Huang Zhengjin and Hans jogged over and then saw Chen Feng standing at the door through the peephole.

With that outfit, and that expression and tone of voice, could this really be a waiter?

Everyone says these people are unprofessional! He could tell at a glance!

However, since you dare to come up like this... Huang Zheng's gaze immediately sharpened.

He left the peephole, turned back, and nodded dismissively: "Wait a moment."

Then he looked at the three people who had appeared in his room at some point.

These three martial artists are all ranked A-level in the Martial Arts Association. This mere one person dares to come. He's practically courting death!

"The Martial Arts Association has come knocking. You're in charge now." Huang Zheng strolled back to the sofa, sat down, and took another sip of wine.

They looked like they were on vacation.

Chen Feng stood at the door, frowning as he looked at the tightly closed door.

Why are you dawdling like this? He's busy getting medicine for Yan Luo.

Just then, his phone vibrated again in his pocket. Coincidentally, just as Chen Feng answered the call, the door opened from the inside.

"Hello, senior sister..." Chen Feng answered the phone while glancing up at the door.

The three men in black suits I'd seen before stood in a neat row at the door, like a bodyguard team.

Especially that gaze, it's as if it can stare a hole through you.

Zhang Jingyi thought it over and over, but she was still not entirely at ease.

Huang Zheng is a professional in this field. Even though he has already moved his suitcase to the hotel, he still won't let his guard down. So, thinking about it this way, it's really difficult for Chen Feng to face three A-level martial artists alone.

"Where are you?" she asked nervously.

"Ah, I'm at the door now," Chen Feng said.

"Don't make any rash moves, I'm coming right now..." Zhang Jingyi had just finished speaking when she heard Chen Feng's voice drift over.

"It's alright, the person is already out, I'll take care of it right away."

Upon hearing this, the three A-level martial artists in black suits directly opposite him immediately revealed a sinister sneer.

"What did you say, brat? You're so arrogant!" one of the men said, looking at him like he was an idiot. "The Martial Arts Association has probably gotten too cocky..."

"boom!"

Chen Feng's eyes were subtle, and he unleashed a palm strike.

The three people who were preparing to defend themselves were sent flying by the blow.

"Heaven divides into Yin and Yang, and all things return to one, the Heavenly Dao Palm!" Chen Feng said calmly, then looked at the three guys in front of him and withdrew his palm, which was still radiating spiritual power.

"Hey guys, sorry, we're in a rush today, so let's keep it simple and straightforward." Chen Feng said as he stepped into the room.

These three guys from the ancient martial arts world really underestimated their opponent. After taking a blow to the head, they all passed out, lying on the ground, twisted and motionless, for no apparent reason.

Chen Feng ignored them, only giving them a deep look before shifting his gaze to the other side.

A briefcase was quietly placed on the coffee table. When Chen Feng swiftly defeated the three men, Huang Zheng was still holding his wine glass, looking quite content.

Now, as Chen Feng's gaze swept over him, his entire body froze.

What's happening here?

In the blink of an eye, the trio he hired was gone?

Huang swallowed hard, trying to stand up from the sofa, but his legs were too weak to move.

Despite his struggle, the expensive wine glass in his hand fell to the ground.

"I've taken the suitcase, no objections, right?"

Chen Feng's goal was very clear. He strode in as if he was in a hurry and picked up the briefcase.

Huang Zheng was so frightened that he didn't dare to say a word. How could someone who had instantly killed three martial artists be as simple as he appeared on the surface?

Seeing him staring blankly, Chen Feng smoothed his hair, picked up his white briefcase, turned and left, sighing, "I'm handsome and charming, no one can resist me."

"Click." A mechanical sound of loading a bullet rang out. Huang Zheng fumbled around for a long time before finally pulling out a spare pistol from under the sofa.

He struggled to control his trembling hand, raised it, and aimed it at Chen Feng.

At that moment, he felt so brave that he almost moved himself to tears. He shouted, "Stop!"

Chen Feng slowly turned around, and upon seeing this thing, his expression showed a moment of excitement.

"Put, put down what you're holding..." Huang Zheng stammered, but then everything went blurry.

Chen Feng's figure vanished like a ghost, leaving only a blur, before suddenly reappearing in front of Huang Zheng.

For Huang Zheng, an ordinary person, the fact that he let out a scream of "A ghost..." at this moment completely proved that he was not brave enough to do this kind of work again.

"Tch." Chen Feng knocked the man unconscious with a chop to the neck, then excitedly took the pistol from his hand. "Good stuff, the kind you only see on TV!"

As Chen Feng spoke, he kicked him into his pocket, then swaggered out with his suitcase in hand.

Downstairs, Zhang Jingyi, who had already prepared the car, arrived. When she saw Chen Feng swaggering out with the suitcase in his hand, she suddenly realized that her previous worries were completely unnecessary.

Recalling the video of the Martial Arts Association tournament she had seen before, she couldn't help but feel a chill run down her spine...

Is this the strength of an S-class?