Chapter 116 【A Tyrant’s End】Double Chapter

Biao Zi gave a grunt of acknowledgment, quickly grabbed the phone beside him. Driving one-handed, he dialed Gu Feng's number with the other.

Suddenly,

A red beam of light shone on the car's windshield.

"Brother Bing, watch out!" Seeing the red light, Biao Zi's face fell, and he yelled instinctively.

"Bang!"

A bullet pierced through the glass, accurately hitting Ling Yongbing.

Ling Yongbing let out a muffled groan and immediately collapsed onto the back seat.

"Brother Bing, how are you?" Biao Zi slammed on the brakes and ducked his head below the steering wheel. He asked anxiously.

In the back seat, Ling Yongbing could only groan, not answering Biao Zi.

"Northeast, 45 degrees, there's a sniper on the building. Go catch him!" Biao Zi roared into the walkie-talkie while flinging himself down inside the car.

"Bang!"

Just as Biao Zi hit the deck, another bullet pierced through the car window, hitting the seat, which was punched through immediately, sending stuffing flying.

At the same time, the two Mercedes-Benz cars in front of and behind the Bentley abruptly stopped. Several burly men rushed out of the cars, pulled out their guns and charged toward the building on the right side of the street.

Biao Zi opened the car door, leaped out, and hid behind the car. He cautiously raised his head to assess the situation at the building. Seeing no laser sight, he immediately rushed to the back door, pulled it open, and jumped inside.

Inside the car, Ling Yongbing was clutching his chest, blood gushing out uncontrollably. His face instantly turned as pale as paper, covered in sweat. His whole body trembled uncontrollably.

"Brother Bing!" Biao Zi grabbed Ling Yongbing to steady him. His normally impassive face was now filled with anxiety. "How are you?"

He saw where Ling Yongbing was clutching, and his heart sank.

Because the place Ling Yongbing was holding was one of the most vital spots on the human body—the heart!

"Brother Bing, hang in there. I'll get you to the hospital right now!" Biao Zi said hoarsely. After speaking, he immediately jumped out of the car, got in through the front door, and started the car without delay.

Once the car started, Biao Zi slammed the accelerator to the floor. The expensive Bentley sedan shot forward like a cannonball. In the darkness, it was like a whirlwind.

Biao Zi drove while keeping an eye on Ling Yongbing through the rearview mirror, simultaneously trying to talk to him.

As someone who had fought in the Vietnam War and crawled out of piles of the dead, Biao Zi knew very well that in Ling Yongbing's current condition, if he passed out, he might never wake up again.

After driving at high speed for about ten minutes, Biao Zi arrived at Taihang Hospital.

At that moment, Gu Feng had just stepped out of the hospital with Ling Wei and Zheng Jian. Seeing the familiar Bentley careening toward the hospital entrance at a terrifying speed, both Gu Feng and Ling Wei were shocked because they recognized it as Ling Yongbing's car.

In terms of reaction speed, Gu Feng was much faster than Ling Wei. In just an instant, Gu Feng snapped out of his daze and sprinted toward the car. Seeing Gu Feng run, Ling Wei also realized something was wrong and immediately followed behind him.

Biao Zi's mind was entirely focused on Ling Yongbing. He didn't even notice the people at the hospital entrance. He quickly jumped out of the front door of the car and reached for the back door handle.

"Biao Zi!" Gu Feng yelled to Biao Zi as he ran.

Biao Zi instinctively glanced back at Gu Feng. At that moment, Biao Zi's usually indifferent eyes were slightly red, and his typically cold face was etched with anxiety.

After just a brief pause, Biao Zi turned back, yanked the car door open, and clambered inside.

"Brother Bing, let me get you out." Once inside, Biao Zi reached out to lift Ling Yongbing.

Ling Yongbing opened his eyes, his voice weak and trembling. "Biao Zi, let Gu Feng and Xiao Wei come in!"

Clearly, Ling Yongbing had seen Gu Feng and Ling Wei running toward him.

"Brother Bing, you..." Biao Zi panicked. His eyes were red, and his voice was very hoarse. Obviously, he understood that in Ling Yongbing's current state, every minute of delay increased the danger.

Seeing Biao Zi's anxious expression, Ling Yongbing managed a faint, relieved smile. "Biao Zi, you've been with me for almost twenty years. This is the first time I've seen you so nervous."

"Cough..." As he spoke, Biao Zi coughed up blood.

"Brother Bing!" Biao Zi was beside himself now. He instinctively reached for Ling Yongbing's arm.

Ling Yongbing struggled to spit out another mouthful of blood and said weakly, "Biao Zi, I know my own body. There's no saving me. Let me talk to Gu Feng and Xiao Wei. I have things to tell them!"

Hearing Ling Yongbing's words, Biao Zi's heart sank.

Ling Yongbing had been shot in the heart. The fact that he had held on this long was a miracle in itself. And the fact that he had said nothing earlier but was now speaking so much was clearly a sign of a final rally before death.

The final rally!

It was the final rally before death. Once it occurred, the end would follow not long after.

At that moment, Gu Feng and Ling Wei ran up behind Biao Zi. They heard Ling Wei's tense shout, "Uncle Biao, what happened?"

Hearing Ling Wei's call, a tear traced a path down Biao Zi's cheek. Then, trembling, he withdrew his hand from reaching for Ling Yongbing and got out of the car.

"Xiao Wei, you and Mr. Gu go in." Biao Zi glanced at Gu Feng and Ling Wei and said softly.

Seeing the tear at the corner of Biao Zi's eye, Gu Feng seemed to realize something, and his heart sank. Ling Wei, however, didn't notice as much and immediately rushed into the car.

Inside the car, Ling Yongbing had his eyes closed, but upon seeing Ling Wei get in, he forced a faint smile and said, "Xi... Xiao Wei."

Seeing the usually rock-steady Ling Yongbing so weak, and noticing him clutching his chest with bloodstained hands, Ling Wei's face changed drastically. His pupils dilated in shock, and he cried out in disbelief, "Dad! Dad! What's wrong with you?"

As he spoke, Ling Wei broke down sobbing. He knelt directly in front of Ling Yongbing, reaching out to check his father's chest.

"Xiao Wei, Dad's fine." Ling Yongbing looked at Ling Wei with paternal affection and whispered, "Xiao Wei, I know that all these years, you've held a grudge against me in your heart. You resent me for not giving you a complete family, for being so caught up in work every day that I didn't take care of you."

"Cough..." Perhaps because he spoke too quickly, Ling Yongbing couldn't help but cough again. His body trembled violently a few times, and he spat out another mouthful of blood.

"Dad!" Ling Wei was crying now, tears soaking his face. He stared at Ling Yongbing in terror and said, "Dad, don't say anymore. You're injured. We're right at the hospital entrance. I'll take you to the hospital!"

As he spoke, Ling Wei, like Biao Zi earlier, reached for Ling Yongbing's hand.

Ling Yongbing shook his head with great difficulty. "Xiao Wei, listen to your father and let me finish."

"No, I won't listen. I'm taking you to the hospital!" Ling Wei shook his head frantically.

"Xiao Wei, listen to your father." Gu Feng spoke up, his voice somewhat low. Clearly, he had discerned Ling Yongbing's current condition. Gu Feng naturally understood that Ling Yongbing surviving this long was a miracle and that there was no saving him. Otherwise, with Biao Zi's judgment, he certainly wouldn't have left Ling Yongbing in the car. "Teacher Gu! What are you saying? My father is injured!" Ling Wei turned around, his eyes red, fists clenched, staring intently at Gu Feng. This was the first time Ling Wei had lashed out at Gu Feng since being disciplined by him.

"Xiao Wei, your father let you down. I don't expect you to forgive me. I only hope you won't hold this grudge against me anymore." Ling Yongbing spoke again, his voice much weaker than before, and his complexion had worsened considerably.

As he spoke, Ling Yongbing gave Gu Feng a meaningful look and nodded with great difficulty.

Gu Feng understood the meaning in Ling Yongbing's eyes. Gritting his teeth, he formed his hand into a blade shape and lightly chopped it against the back of Ling Wei's neck.

Ling Wei was about to say something to Ling Yongbing, but before the words could leave his mouth, he collapsed unconscious onto the seat.

Gu Feng carefully laid Ling Wei's body down, then looked at Ling Yongbing with a guilty expression and said, "Mr. Ling, I'm sorry."

"Mr. Gu, there's no need to apologize to me." Ling Yongbing forced a faint, wan smile. "Even before discussing cooperation with you, I had anticipated this day wasn't far off. I just didn't expect it to come so soon."

"Please believe me, my men just ran into some issues, which delayed their arrival until tonight. I swear I wasn't lying to you!" Gu Feng sighed.

Ling Yongbing nodded with a smile. "I believe you. Actually, I don't blame you. This time, Xiang Tianhua was determined to finish me off. Even if your men had arrived, I wouldn't have escaped this fate."

*He coughed...* At this point, Ling Yongbing coughed up another mouthful of blood, his tone becoming more urgent. "Alright, Mr. Gu, let's not talk about this anymore. I have two requests now, and I hope you can agree to them."

"Tell me. As long as I can do it, I will definitely agree," Gu Feng replied without hesitation, seeing that Ling Yongbing was fading fast.

"First, help me take care of Xiao Wei." Ling Yongbing's expression was filled with guilt. "Xiao Wei's mother passed away when he was young. Over the years, I've been too busy with my own career and haven't taken good enough care of him. Now that I'm leaving him, there will be no one to protect and look after him. I hope you can help me take care of him and tell him... not to hate me!"

"I promise you." Gu Feng nodded.

"Sec... second!" Ling Yongbing's body arched, his last breath almost failing him. After he managed to draw that breath, he spoke haltingly, "If... if... it's... possible... help me take over the Red Star Gang..."

*Thud!*

As soon as he finished speaking, Ling Yongbing's head tilted to the side, and he collapsed onto the sofa.

Perhaps because he hadn't received Gu Feng's final answer, Ling Yongbing's eyes were wide open, a look of dying with unfinished business.

"I promise you."

Gu Feng stepped forward, gently closed Ling Yongbing's eyelids, and let out a soft sigh.

Looking at Ling Yongbing before him, Gu Feng's feelings were complex.

The man who had died before him was one of the three Godfathers of Hong Kong's underworld, possessing immense power and inexhaustible wealth. Yet, he ultimately met his end on this path of no return.

Perhaps, stepping onto this path always leads to such a day eventually, I guess!

Gu Feng told himself this silently in his heart.

At that moment, Biao Zi, who had been waiting outside the car, seemed to have noticed something was wrong. He immediately rushed in from outside, roughly pushing Gu Feng aside.

Seeing Ling Yongbing lying peacefully on the car seat sofa with his eyes closed, Biao Zi's eyes instantly welled up!

This man, who had always viewed the world with an indifferent gaze, shed tears.

Trembling, he stretched out both hands and slowly grasped Ling Yongbing's hand.

The sensation of cold. That was Biao Zi's feeling now, both in his hand and in his heart.

Biao Zi cried. Like a grieving child, he held Ling Yongbing's hand and wept silently. Tears soaked his resolute face, and his body trembled uncontrollably!

When Gu Feng first met Biao Zi, the only impression he left was one of cold-bloodedness.

In Gu Feng's view, Biao Zi was the cold-blooded type, as if nothing in the world could capture his attention. Such people wouldn't even fear death; they had reached a point of indifference towards life itself.

But at this moment, Biao Zi cried. He cried for Ling Yongbing.

Perhaps for Biao Zi, Ling Yongbing was the only person in this world who could move him to tears. "Brother" is an extremely ambiguous term. Some people consider so-called fair-weather friends as brothers, often stumbling and causing great disasters at critical moments because of these so-called brothers!

Others consider those to whom they can entrust their lives as brothers. These are true brothers who would think of each other even in the face of death.

Undoubtedly, Ling Yongbing and Biao Zi belonged to the second kind.

Once, Gu Feng had brothers too, and many of them. Even now, Gu Feng's brothers were still fighting where the motherland needed them, while he was here on the streets of Hong Kong, one of the world's most prosperous cities, watching two underworld figures holding each other and crying.

The time and place were different. The only thing that remained the same was that bond of brotherhood.

Gu Feng did not disturb Biao Zi. Instead, he walked straight out of the car, took out a cigarette from his trouser pocket, lit one, and took a deep, hard drag.

Gu Feng didn't feel any particular connection to Ling Yongbing; his favorable impression was only slight. But seeing Ling Yongbing die before his eyes still left Gu Feng feeling unsettled. Perhaps it was because he hadn't completed the cooperation with Ling Yongbing, or perhaps, as Zhou Tong had said, even though Ling Yongbing was an underworld figure, he could still be considered a "good" man.

Suddenly, Gu Feng remembered that Zheng Jian hadn't left yet. He looked up at Zheng Jian's bewildered face and said seriously, "Zheng Jian, you go back first. Ling Wei and I have some matters to handle."

Zheng Jian didn't know what had happened. He just nodded blankly and said, "Understood, Coach Gu."

About a few minutes later, Biao Zi carried Ling Yongbing out of the car. He glanced at Gu Feng, who was smoking nearby, and said flatly, "Mr. Gu, please bring Xiao Wei up."

At this moment, Biao Zi had returned to his former indifferent self. After speaking, he ignored Gu Feng and walked towards the hospital entrance, carrying Ling Yongbing.

Gu Feng threw the cigarette butt on the ground, stamped it out, walked into the car, and picked up Ling Wei in one motion.

The security guard at the hospital entrance was terrified stiff when he saw Biao Zi carrying the blood-soaked Ling Yongbing towards the hospital. His pupils dilated wide, as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing was real!

For the members of the Red Star Gang, Ling Yongbing was a figure close to a god. He never imagined that Ling Yongbing would one day meet his end.

Biao Zi ignored the security guard. He just walked steadily towards the hospital lobby, carrying Ling Yongbing.

Everyone who saw Biao Zi along the way froze in place.

No one stepped forward to ask. It wasn't that they didn't want to; they didn't dare!

The hospital director merely followed cautiously behind Biao Zi, walking slowly, his expression one of awaiting Biao Zi's orders.

Clearly, everyone knew Biao Zi held a significant position within the Red Star Gang.

"Arrange a room. Then prepare water and towels." When they reached the second floor of the hospital, Biao Zi spoke, his voice devoid of any emotion.

"Yes, sir!" The director didn't waste words and answered Biao Zi promptly.

Soon, the director arranged a room for Ling Yongbing. The room was next to Xu Qiang's ward and, like Xu Qiang's, was the best ward in Taihang Hospital.

"Should I arrange for a nurse to clean the boss's body?" The hospital director had also once been under Ling Yongbing's command. He had injured his hand in a gang fight later and subsequently retired from the underworld, becoming the director of Taihang Hospital.

Hearing the director's words, Biao Zi suddenly turned his head, narrowed his eyes, gave the director a cold glance, and slowly uttered one word: "Get out!"

Seeing Biao Zi like this, the director wanted to say something more but ultimately sighed and left with the nurses.

"Mr. Gu, please wait outside for a moment. I'll help my elder brother wash up." After entering the ward, Biao Zi placed Ling Yongbing on the hospital bed, turned his head, and said this to Gu Feng.

Gu Feng gently placed Ling Wei on the sofa in the ward, nodded, and walked out of the room, quietly closing the door behind him.

He could understand the feeling between Biao Zi and Ling Yongbing because he had once experienced it himself. He too had once cleaned the bodies of his fallen comrades.

Standing by the door, Gu Feng leaned against the wall, frowning as he contemplated the next steps in his plan.

Now, Ling Yongbing had entrusted the Red Star Gang to him, and he had agreed to take it over. Therefore, he must formulate a corresponding plan to deal with the Dong Xing Gang.

However... just as Gu Feng lowered his head in thought, he suddenly heard two sets of footsteps.

Instinctively, Gu Feng looked up towards the end of the corridor. He saw two young men in white coats walking steadily in this direction.

Seeing the two doctors, Gu Feng's eyes instantly narrowed!

Both doctors had crew cuts. Their skin was slightly darker than normal, and a faint killing intent gleamed in their eyes!

Almost instantly, Gu Feng was certain that these two doctors were not real doctors.

Earlier, Biao Zi had cursed out the hospital director, who then left with his staff—after that, it was impossible for him to send doctors up again!

Moreover, the way these two walked and their gaze were unlike those of normal doctors.

Realizing this, Gu Feng did not move, nor did he deliberately look at the two doctors. He kept them in his peripheral vision while quickly figuring out where they came from.

Hitmen!

The word flashed through Gu Feng's mind. Recently, Gu Feng had been studying materials on gang organizations and learned the term "clean-up."

The so-called "clean-up" refers to when, after a gang fight or assassination, the perpetrators, fearing they haven't eliminated their target, send specialized killers to the hospital to finish the job, to make sure the target is dead.

Just as Gu Feng understood this, the two hitmen were right beside him.

One of them flashed Gu Feng a thin smile and asked in authentic Cantonese, "Excuse me, is Mr. Ling Yongbing in this ward?"

Gu Feng looked up, about to say something, when he saw a gleaming scalpel suddenly emerge from one of their sleeves, swiftly slashing toward his neck!

Gu Feng dropped into a crouch while lashing out with a leg sweep!

"Clang!"

The scalpel struck the wall with a crisp sound, sending sparks flying.

One hitman was swept off his feet by Gu Feng's leg sweep and fell to the ground. The one with the scalpel seemed surprised that Gu Feng had dodged his attack, hesitating for a split second before instinctively attempting to strike again!

However, for Gu Feng, that brief moment of hesitation was more than enough time to make a hundred choices on how to kill this hitman!

Gu Feng quickly stood up, his hands shot out, palms flat, and slammed the hitman's temples.

The temples are one of the most vital pressure points on the human body; a heavy blow there is inevitably fatal.

The hitman didn't even have time to scream before slumping to the floor, the scalpel clattering as it fell.

Meanwhile, the other hitman instinctively reached for the gun at his waist. Gu Feng leaped forward, dropping to the ground while grabbing the scalpel from the floor and hurling it with a flick of his wrist!

"Bang!"

"Zzz—"

The bullet grazed Gu Feng's scalp and flew past, striking the wall and sending sparks flying. At the same time, the sharp scalpel sliced through the hitman's gun-holding hand as if cutting through tofu, causing the pistol to immediately drop to the ground.

Seeing the hitman about to crouch and retrieve the gun, Gu Feng pushed off from the ground, pouncing on him like a hungry tiger.

The powerful impact knocked the hitman down, and Gu Feng's elbow mercilessly struck his chest with a crisp "crack."

In less than five seconds, Gu Feng had taken down both men empty-handed.

Without giving the hitman any chance to resist, Gu Feng pinned him down with his knee, rendering him completely immobile.

Inside the ward, Biao Zi, who had heard all the commotion, did not move or even glance toward the door. He simply continued quietly wiping Ling Yongbing's body.

In his view, if Gu Feng couldn't even handle two hitmen sent for a clean-up, then Gu Feng was unworthy of cooperating with his elder brother and even less qualified to take over the Red Star Gang!

Seeing the hitman continue to struggle, Gu Feng thought for a moment, formed his hand into a blade, and struck the hitman's neck, instantly knocking him unconscious.

At the same time, several more people arrived at the end of the corridor. This time, however, they weren't hitmen but hospital staff led by the director.

Clearly, they had all heard the gunshots.

When they saw the gruesome scene in the corridor, their faces paled, and they looked at Gu Feng with shock and fear.

"Clean this up," Gu Feng said calmly to the director and the others, then glanced through the ward's window to check the situation inside.

By now, Biao Zi had finished wiping Ling Yongbing's body and had covered him with a blanket.

After completing this, Biao Zi walked out of the ward, surveyed the scene outside, and finally fixed his gaze on the hitman, a sharp glint of killing intent flashing in his eyes. "Leave this person to me to handle."

Gu Feng said nothing, merely nodding slightly.

At the same moment, Gu Feng's phone suddenly rang, displaying an unfamiliar number on the screen.

"Captain Gu, we've arrived in Hong Kong," a deep voice came through the receiver as soon as the call connected.

Gu Feng's expression changed slightly, a hint of anger in his tone as he said, "Bring the men to Taihang Hospital immediately. Remember, within half an hour. Also, you need to find a suitable reason for being a day late. Remember, a suitable reason. If there isn't a suitable reason, you will face severe punishment!"