Shen Lexuan hadn’t had the chance to ask Lin Fei what was happening when she saw him already sprinting out of the coffee shop, heading toward the parking lot across the street.
Once he was in the underground parking lot, Lin Fei intentionally stayed in the shadows, concealing his movements while searching for Mu Shanshan and Fang Shaoyu.
Soon, Lin Fei spotted Mu Shanshan being carried on a man in black’s shoulder, heading toward a van with two other men, also in black attire and wearing black masks, trailing behind.
The situation caught Lin Fei somewhat off guard, but he knew Mu Shanshan was definitely in danger and so, he yelled and charged forward.
The three men in black, hearing Lin Fei’s shout, curiously turned around and saw Lin Fei running toward them.
Two of them pulled out batons from behind, taking a defensive stance, while the man carrying Mu Shanshan, appearing very cautious, quickly got into the van and slammed the door shut.
Lin Fei, being too far away, ran with all his might but still remained some distance from the van, and could only watch helplessly as the van drove out of the parking lot.
Seeing it hopeless to chase any further, Lin Fei stopped.
Nobody knew that Lin Fei had covered that short distance of a hundred and fifty meters in roughly ten seconds.
Originally, he intended to follow Mu Shanshan to see what she and Fang Shaoyu were up to, but was unexpectedly met with her kidnapping—a development Lin Fei had not anticipated.
There was no way around it. His only option now was to think of a way to rescue Mu Shanshan.
The two men in black now approached Lin Fei. Recognizing him because their boss had mentioned him, they decided to take the opportunity to get rid of Lin Fei as well.
Seeing Lin Fei still panting, one of the men in black picked up a baton and mercilessly smashed it toward Lin Fei’s back.
But in the next second, the man was shocked to see his baton firmly grasped by Lin Fei’s right hand, and what stunned him the most was that, no matter how hard he tried, the baton did not budge.
Lin Fei slowly straightened up, scrutinizing the two men in front of him with an unfriendly look.
The man whose baton was seized, unable to retrieve it in a panic, kicked out toward Lin Fei’s abdomen.
However, mid-kick, he was hit on his shin by Lin Fei’s hand-chop, causing him a pain so severe that it felt as if his leg had been smashed by a huge rock, unbearable to endure. He cried out in agony and fell to the ground.
Looking at the baton in his hand, Lin Fei disdainfully threw it on the ground.
"A man’s romance should be his fists!"
Lin Fei muttered to himself while clenching his fists.
Just then, three more men appeared from somewhere and surrounded Lin Fei from behind.
Faced with being encircled by four men, Lin Fei was not flustered but rather a bit excited.
Ever since he arrived in Jiangdong, being around Mu Shanshan, he hadn’t really flexed his muscles. The previous sniper attack was sudden and hardly counted as a fight, and killing Wang Xiong was just a matter of a few shots, not too troublesome.
Today, seeing the four formidable men with killing intent, Lin Fei felt it was somewhat an opportunity to stretch his muscles.
Cracking his knuckles, Lin Fei lunged forward, quickly grabbed the hair of the man in black in front of him, delivered a knee strike to his abdomen, and then threw him away.
The man in black felt as though his internal organs were being rearranged, collapsing on the ground in severe pain and drenched in cold sweat, unable to utter a sound.
After quickly taking down one, Lin Fei turned around, faced the remaining three stunned men, stretched out his right hand, and gestured with four fingers in a provoking ’bring it on’ motion.
One of them, seemingly gathering some courage, pulled out a dagger and charged at Lin Fei.
As he closed the distance, the man suddenly pressed the dagger downward, aiming to stab Lin Fei in the abdomen.
But, to Lin Fei, all these movements seemed incredibly slow; he casually reached out, grabbed the wrist of the man holding the dagger, exerted force causing the man to cry out in pain as he dropped the dagger, and then pulled the man directly in front of him.
Following up with a swift punch to the man’s chin, the force was so great that it sent the man flying up about ten centimeters, knocking three or four teeth onto the ground. The man staggered and then, with a thud, collapsed onto the floor.
The remaining two saw this and dared not take any further chances, both pulling out batons and attacking Lin Fei together.
Both swung their batons toward Lin Fei from the left and the right.
Lin Fei extended his forearms, directly blocking the blows of the batons.
The two men in black, seeing this, shuddered in fear. They knew the strength of their own blows; even a robust man would never dare to block with his arms alone.