Chapter 109: 109 A Complete Person

Sure enough, a lifelong soldier like Qin Feng still didn't quite understand these hypocritical routines of society. He just couldn't fake it, it would just make his laugh. Whenever he faced Zhao Jun before, he had to pretend, but now he could finally take off the mask and say what he really thought.

It was suffocating for Qin Feng, who was used to fighting and violence, to be Zhao Jun’s ‘little brother’. He didn’t like him in his bones, and he couldn’t do anything about it.

"You..."

Zhao Jun had recently begun carrying a gun in his pocket in order to defend himself, afraid of Ji Jiangshan or Meng Zhaolin launching trying to assassinate him. Now, he reached for his pistol and pointed it at Qin Feng’s nose.

Kun and Zhao Hu seized the opportunity, stabbing at Qin Feng's belly from both flanks!

With their bayonets, they could easily cut out his guts if they got him. After that, no one could survive more than twenty minutes.

Zhao Jun's gun was merely a deterrent and a distraction to Qin Feng, to prevent him from evading Kun and Zhao Hu. Qin Feng might be a fierce fighter, but he was still only human.

Who wouldn’t panic a little when staring directly into the grim, black hole of a muzzle? Distracting him for just a second would be enough to let Kun and Zhao Hu succeed.

Or so they thought.

Qin Feng's abdomen immediately folded back, barely an inch past the reach of the knives. At the same time, Qin Feng leaned his upper body forward, wringing both their necks with his powerful arms. Zhao Jun, the gun shaking in his hand, stood frozen four steps away.

Qin Feng’s arms folded in violently, slamming both heads together, and the two sluggishly crumpled to the floor, clearly concussed. Blood started trickling down their temples.

Zhao Jun’s face turned white. He really didn’t see that coming.

Subconsciously shuffling back until the back of his head bumped into the door behind him, he shakily pointed his pistol at Qin Feng and shouted in a voice laced with panic: "Stay back, stay back! I’ll shoot!"

Qin Feng stomped his foot on the ground, and the bayonet that had rolled out of Kun’s hand flipped upwards, to be caught by his outstretched hand. He played very deliberately with the sharp blade, snarling, "Oh, you’ve messed with the wrong guy..."

"Stay where you are! Take one step and I'll shoot!"

Zhao Jun could not accept the outcome of giving in to Qin Feng. When he entered the room, he still looked down upon Li Faxian in his heart, thinking that Li Faxian put on a tough show in everyday life, but in fact was as soft as an egg under his shell. How could he ever bear to kneel to someone else? In front of so many subordinates, no less! Pathetic. He’d never have become a police chief if not for licking Jia Quan’s boots.

However, Zhao Jun never expected it would soon be his turn to beg before Qin Feng.

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Would he really dare to pull the trigger? He understood the consequences of that too well.

In that situation, it was much better to have a knife than a gun.

However, faced with Qin Feng, it seems that all weapons became useless. Kun and Zhao Hu's weapons were good enough, but even they were no match for him…

Meanwhile, Kun slowly rolled over, his head throbbing. He quietly picked up the bayonet still gripped in the unconscious Zhao Hu's hand and, seizing the moment, stabbed right at Qin Feng's ankle!

Such a swift, violent blow striking Qin Feng's Achilles’ heel could easily paralyze his foot for the rest of his life.

It was as if Qin Feng had eyes on the back of his head.

As the tip of the bayonet near the edge of his trousers, he sharply lifted his right foot and quickly stomped back down on the wrist that was now directly beneath it, shattering it. A crisp snap was following by a hysteric howl.

The screaming woke Zhao Hu up with shudder from his stupor, but after a quick glance around him, he promptly flattened himself back down on the floor and played dead.

To someone like Qin Feng, their cumbersome attacks meandered seemingly on slow motion. He simply did not need to put in any effort to deal with them.

Zhao Jun again screamed, even more desperately: "Stay back!"

Qin Feng did not slow down.

Bang!

A bullet whizzed across the room, embedding itself in the opposite wall. Normally, it would be hard to miss such an easy target less than two meters away, but Zhao Jun’s hand was shaking so much that Qin Feng was able to easily dodge by leaning his head to the side as soon as he saw the intention manifest in Zhao Jun’s eyes.

A brisk swing of Kun’s bayonet was followed by a splash of blood and the soft, barely audible thuds of three fingers hitting the hard floor. Zhao Jun took a second to process what just happened.

Qin Feng dropped the blood-stained bayonet to the ground and said, "I warned you."

Paralyzed with shock, Zhao Jun’s knees buckled and he slowly slid down to the floor, his back against the door, his forehead dripping cold sweat. He had been part of the underworld for decades and had suffered numerous major and minor wounds, now for the first time, he lost a part of his body.

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