Chapter 117 【Blood Feud】Double Chapter

After hanging up the phone, Gu Feng watched as Biao Zi led the assassin away.

In the room, Ling Wei woke to find himself kneeling by the bed, crying out the word "Dad" while violently shaking Ling Yongbing's body.

Gu Feng thought for a moment, then pushed the door open and walked in.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Ling Wei did not turn around, still holding Ling Yongbing's corpse and weeping.

In Gu Feng's impression, Ling Wei was a very resilient person, but now he was crying his eyes out.

"Xiao Wei." Gu Feng walked up behind Ling Wei and gently patted his shoulder.

Ling Wei whirled around in surprise. When he saw it was Gu Feng, his grief-stricken expression suddenly turned extremely angry. He stood up abruptly, clenched his fists, and roared at Gu Feng, "Why? Why didn't you let me bring my dad up? Why did you knock me out?"

As he spoke, Ling Wei grabbed Gu Feng's collar and shook him violently, his voice hoarse as he shouted, "Tell me! Why?"

"Xiao Wei..." Gu Feng did not resist, but looked calmly at Ling Wei and said, "Your dad is already dead."

"No!" Ling Wei suddenly clutched his head, shaking it frantically, then clenched his fist and swung at Gu Feng.

Gu Feng did not dodge, only took a deep breath and tensed his muscles.

Ling Wei's fists rained down on Gu Feng's chest in a frenzy, while he roared with eyes blazing, "It's you! You killed my dad!"

After what seemed like an eternity, Ling Wei grew tired. He huddled on the ground, holding his head, crying painfully, his voice extremely hoarse.

Looking at Ling Wei crouched on the ground, Gu Feng felt a pang of sorrow and couldn't help but sigh softly.

Gu Feng could understand Ling Wei's feelings. On the surface, Ling Wei seemed like a slacker and rebellious, appearing a disrespectful son toward Ling Yongbing. In reality, however, Ling Yongbing held an irreplaceable place in Ling Wei's heart.

Before, Ling Wei only considered things from his own perspective, believing that Ling Yongbing didn't care about him and hadn't given him a happy family. In truth, Ling Yongbing was his emotional rock.

For Ling Wei, who had grown up without a mother, Ling Yongbing was both father and mother in his heart—a role no one else could replace.

Now, Ling Yongbing had suddenly left him. He couldn't bear this blow, after all, he was just a child under eighteen!

Gu Feng crouched down, wrapped his arms around Ling Wei's head, and pulled him into his embrace.

Ling Wei, in the midst of his tears, could no longer hold back. He clung tightly to Gu Feng and broke down sobbing, his tears soaking his face and staining both his and Gu Feng's clothes.

"Teacher... Gu..." Ling Wei's body trembled violently, his voice hoarse. "I don't want Dad to die. I never had a mom; Dad raised me all by himself. I don't know how I'll live without him. I really don't want him to die!"

Gu Feng let out a deep, heavy sigh, then tightened his arms, lifting Ling Wei's face.

By now, Ling Wei's eyes were red from crying, his face streaked with tears and snot. No trace of his usual sunny demeanor remained—only sorrow and grief.

"Xiao Wei." Under Ling Wei's tearful gaze, Gu Feng spoke, his voice very low. "Your dad is already dead. You have to accept this fact. Escaping won't help, really, it won't help at all. The dead cannot come back to life. I think your dad wouldn't want to see you like this! You are his son, Ling Yongbing's son, the son of one of Hong Kong's three underworld godfathers! I believe you know this yourself—your dad was a mover and shaker in Hong Kong. As his son, you must learn to face reality and difficulties. You must learn to be strong! Your blood carries your dad's legacy. You should be like him—a strong man, not a coward who only runs away!"

"I know you're hurting right now, but what's done is done. Grieving won't change anything. What you need to do is pull yourself together and live happily." At the end, Gu Feng couldn't help but sigh softly. For Ling Wei in his current state, pulling himself together was indeed very difficult, but Gu Feng knew that no matter how hard it was, he had to do it.

"Teacher Gu, tell me, how do I pull myself together?" Ling Wei's expression was utterly dazed.

Suddenly—

Ling Wei thought of something, and his expression twisted with fury. "Revenge! Yes, revenge! I must pull myself together to avenge my dad!"

Hearing Ling Wei's words, Gu Feng couldn't help but frown. After Ling Yongbing's death, Gu Feng's greatest fear was that Ling Wei would seek revenge. In Gu Feng's view, Ling Wei should continue to live happily, not let hatred blind him.

"Xiao Wei." Gu Feng stared at Ling Wei and said word by word, "Don't worry about revenge. I'll handle it for you. Promise me—and your dad—that you'll live happily, okay?"

Gu Feng's words stunned Ling Wei for a moment, then he shook his head frantically. "No! I want to avenge my dad!"

Seeing that persuasion was useless, Gu Feng's expression turned serious. "Ling Wei, think calmly. What makes you think you can get revenge? By yourself, or by relying on your dad's power?"

Gu Feng's words were like a bucket of cold water poured over Ling Wei, instantly making his face pale.

Although Gu Feng knew this would hurt Ling Wei, he had to continue, to make Ling Wei give up the idea of revenge. "Can you use a gun? No! Do you think your kung fu is great? In this day and age, kung fu is no match for bullets. Besides, there are plenty of people in the Red Star Gang who can fight better than you. If they can't get revenge, how can you? Finally, don't think about using your dad's power for revenge either. I'll be honest with you—lately, your dad's gang has been getting beaten down. If your dad really had the power to fight back, things wouldn't have turned out like this."

After hearing Gu Feng's words, Ling Wei was completely crushed. He shook his head frantically, crying out in pain, "No!"

Gu Feng frowned, grabbed Ling Wei's shoulders, and pulled him to his feet. "Ling Wei, Teacher Gu has never lied to you. I said I'll help you get revenge, so leave revenge to me. You go back to school!"

This time, Gu Feng didn't use a questioning tone but a commanding one.

Perhaps shaken by Gu Feng's sudden burst of authority, or perhaps realizing he truly lacked the means for revenge, Ling Wei nodded silently.

"Alright, stay with your dad for a while. I'm going out." Seeing that Ling Wei had calmed down somewhat, Gu Feng said no more and walked straight out.

Standing in the hospital corridor, Gu Feng took a cigarette from his pocket and took a deep drag.

Among all the students in Class 8, Grade 4, Ling Wei and Xu Qiang were the two closest to Gu Feng. Now, both their fathers had died because of Xiang Tianhua. This was a debt Gu Feng had to repay!

After quietly finishing a cigarette, Gu Feng calmed down completely. He understood that to get revenge, the first thing he needed to do now was to ask Biao Zi about the situation of the two gangs. You have to know your enemy to have a greater chance of success!

Soon, Gu Feng arrived at the door of Biao Zi's hospital room.

Inside the room, Biao Zi had tied the assassin to a chair, while he himself sat opposite the assassin, holding a scalpel with an expressionless face.

Through the glass in the door, Biao Zi saw Gu Feng and gave him a look, signaling him to wait a moment.

Gu Feng nodded at Biao Zi but did not push the door open. He just stood outside, watching quietly.

In the room, the assassin's face was pale because his right hand had been cut off by Gu Feng with a scalpel. He sat with his eyes closed, a calm expression on his face.

"Where is Xiang Tianhua?" Biao Zi asked coldly, without any emotion in his voice, as if a machine were speaking.

No answer. The assassin didn't even open his eyes.

A second later, the corner of Biao Zi's mouth lifted in a strange arc. Then his right hand suddenly swung out. The white scalpel flashed like a beam of light, swiftly slicing off the assassin's left thumb.

*Thwip—*

The sharp scalpel instantly severed the assassin's thumb, and blood spurted out immediately.

However, the assassin was also a tough character. He only grunted with his eyes closed and then fell silent.

Biao Zi, as if expecting this, quickly picked up a tube of hemostatic powder and jammed it hard into the assassin's wound!

"Aaah—"

A painful howl broke the silence of the night. The assassin's body trembled uncontrollably. He opened his eyes and glared angrily at Biao Zi, gritting his teeth and saying, "The Red Star Gang is finished! Ling Yongbing is dead, and you're next!"

*Thwip—*

As soon as the guy finished speaking, Biao Zi moved again. The scalpel easily cut off the assassin's left index finger.

"Where is Xiang Tianhua?" Biao Zi's voice remained cold.

"Huff—" The assassin's breathing grew rapid. He glared angrily at Biao Zi, his tone softening slightly. "I don't know." "Don't know?" The corner of Biao Zi's mouth lifted in another cold smile, and his right hand swung out once more.

This time, the killer's left middle finger was cut off. When the wound came into contact with the styptic powder, the intense pain almost made him pass out.

"Where is Xiang Tianhua?" Biao Zi (the enforcer) continued to ask.

"Bastard! If you have the guts, kill me!" The killer was starting to lose it. The agony wracked his body with violent tremors, and even his voice was warped with pain.

Biao Zi stared calmly at the killer for three seconds, then suddenly stood up, pinned the killer's head down, raised the scalpel, and sliced off his ear.

"Ah!" The killer howled in agony. Blood stained his head and splattered Biao Zi's clothes.

Finally, the killer broke. He shook his head frantically, fearfully saying, "I don't know, I really don't know. I'm just a small fry. I have no idea of his whereabouts."

Biao Zi fell silent for a moment at the killer's words. Then he asked again, "Who do you work for?"

"Black Bear," the killer replied fearfully.

"Where is he?"

"Leopard's Pride Nightclub."

Biao Zi frowned slightly, thought for a few seconds, and then prepared to stand up.

"Give me a cigarette," the killer exhaled deeply, his tone carrying a hint of relief.

Biao Zi thought for a moment, fished a cigarette out of his pocket, and lit it for the killer.

The killer took a comfortable drag and then closed his eyes. At the same time, Biao Zi picked up the scalpel and gently sliced the killer's carotid artery.

"Fssht—"

Blood spurted from the wound like a fountain, spraying into the air and scattering like a crimson flower.

Biao Zi didn't look back. Instead, he picked up some nearby gauze, wiped the blood from his hands, then opened the door and walked out.

At the door, Gu Feng, having witnessed it all, remained completely calm. The gruesome scene didn't unsettle him in the slightest.

"My people have arrived. Now we need to figure out how to counterattack," Gu Feng got straight to the point as Biao Zi emerged. "I need to understand the current situation of the two gangs."

Biao Zi didn't blame him much over Gu Feng's people not arriving in Hong Kong on time. He wasn't like Ling Wei. Like Ling Yongbing, he was a very intelligent and composed person. He understood that even if Gu Feng's people had arrived, Ling Yongbing likely wouldn't have been spared.

"Three of the gang's six turfs are gone," Biao Zi replied expressionlessly.

"What about Ling Yongbing's elite forces?" Gu Feng asked.

Biao Zi raised his head, narrowed his eyes, and stared at Gu Feng for a few seconds before saying, "They're all dead."

Hearing Biao Zi's answer, Gu Feng didn't press further. Instead, he lowered his head, deep in thought.

Now, with Ling Yongbing dead, the Red Star Gang was in complete disarray. If they didn't regroup quickly, within a few days, the Red Star Gang would be permanently erased from the annals of Hong Kong's underworld.

"Call the key members, tell them to abandon all territories, and call an emergency meeting!" After a brief moment of thought, Gu Feng quickly made a decision. "Also, I need your help."

Biao Zi had no objections to Gu Feng's decision. He simply nodded lightly and said, "I'll make sure you take over smoothly."

Seeing Biao Zi's expression of utter detachment, Gu Feng hesitated for a moment before saying, "I hope you won't act recklessly."

"That's my own business, none of your concern," Biao Zi said coldly. "In one hour, I'll have the six Chapter Leaders gather here. How to proceed from there is up to you."

With that, Biao Zi turned and left.

Watching Biao Zi's departing figure, Gu Feng couldn't help but sigh. Earlier, when Ling Yongbing said he wanted to hand over the Red Star Gang to Gu Feng, Gu Feng had been somewhat surprised. After all, to the Red Star Gang, he was an outsider. Ling Yongbing had no reason to give the gang to him.

Moreover, Biao Zi was also an exceptionally capable person. Ling Yongbing could have handed the gang to Biao Zi and had him cooperate with Gu Feng to deal with the Dong Xing Gang.

However... through Biao Zi's actions after Ling Yongbing's death, Gu Feng finally understood Ling Yongbing's well-intentioned plan.

For Ling Yongbing, whether the Red Star Gang survived wasn't important. What mattered was that Ling Wei could live safely and happily.

And this wish was something Biao Zi clearly couldn't help him fulfill.

Because Biao Zi was his sworn brother. Now that he was dead, Biao Zi wouldn't remain indifferent. He would try every means to avenge him. And with Ling Yongbing's intelligence, he could fully predict Biao Zi's fate.

Thus, handing the Red Star Gang to Biao Zi would serve no purpose and wouldn't guarantee Ling Wei's safety.

After watching Biao Zi enter Ling Yongbing's hospital room, the phone in Gu Feng's pocket vibrated again.

Gu Feng took out his phone and looked at it. It was still the same number as before.

"Captain Gu, we're fifty meters to the left of the entrance of Taihang Hospital," the familiar voice came through the receiver after the call connected.

"Wait there," Gu Feng said and immediately hung up, frowning as he walked toward the end of the corridor.

A few minutes later, Gu Feng exited Taihang Hospital and saw two white vans parked about fifty meters to the left of the hospital entrance.

Spotting the vans, Gu Feng quickly walked over.

When Gu Feng was still a few meters away from the vans, there was a loud "clang" as the van doors were pulled open, and a group of hulking men jumped out.

Leading them, however, was a woman—a tall woman with a cold expression.

The woman seemed to be the leader of the group. Seeing Gu Feng, she walked at the front of the team. When she reached Gu Feng, she saluted and reported, "Reporting to Captain Gu, the Hei Gu Team, total of fifteen members, all present."

The Hei Gu Team was the name Old Boss had given to the squad dispatched for Gu Feng. "Hei" referred to the underworld, while "Gu" represented Gu Feng as the leader.

Gu Feng didn't return the salute. He merely narrowed his eyes slightly, coldly scanning the woman, and asked in a deep voice, "Why are you late?"

Including the woman, all members of the Hei Gu Team looked displeased when Gu Feng didn't return the salute and spoke to them in such a cold tone.

They were originally elite members of the T6 unit, secretly organized by the Military Commission—a top-tier special forces team.

When they received orders from above to come to Hong Kong to assist Gu Feng in eliminating criminal forces, they were all very unhappy!

In their view, using them to deal with underworld figures was like using a cannon to kill a mosquito—a complete waste of talent.

However, dissatisfaction aside, as soldiers, their primary duty was to follow orders. So, as arranged by their superiors, they came to Hong Kong led by their team leader, Chen Yuan.

"We ran into some trouble on the way," Chen Yuan replied somewhat displeased, staring coldly at Gu Feng.

"Ran into some trouble?" Gu Feng nodded lightly, then suddenly exerted force with his foot. His right leg shot out in an instant, delivering a fierce front kick aimed squarely at Chen Yuan.

No one expected Gu Feng to attack after just a couple of sentences, not even Chen Yuan.

However, as the deputy leader of the Hei Gu Team, Chen Yuan was no slouch. She quickly raised her arms to block in front of her.

"Thud!"

Gu Feng's foot slammed hard into Chen Yuan's arms, producing a dull sound.

Chen Yuan's body was forced back several steps uncontrollably before finally being steadied by a burly man behind her.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"What gives you the right to move against our captain?"

Several hot-tempered members of the Hei Gu Team grew furious, stepping forward and shouting at Gu Feng.

Gu Feng stared coldly at the men yelling in front of him, his tone devoid of emotion. "As soldiers, following orders is the top priority. No matter what happens, you must prioritize the command from above. You delayed your arrival in Hong Kong due to personal matters, which violates the orders from your superiors. According to military law, you should be executed!"

The members of the Hei Gu Team were all elite soldiers. Hearing Gu Feng's words, they were struck silent. Though they resented Gu Feng's actions, they had no grounds to resist, because they had indeed disobeyed their superiors' orders.

"The delay was my fault. I'll take full responsibility!" Chen Yuan took a few steps forward, positioning herself in front of Gu Feng and shielding the Hei Gu Team members behind her.

"Bear the consequences? Do you think you can handle it?" Gu Feng leaned slightly forward, narrowing his eyes as he stared coldly at Chen Yuan. "This is the first time. If there's a next time, execution without exception!"

After saying this, Gu Feng ignored Chen Yuan and the others, turning around and heading toward Taihang Hospital.

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