The neon rectangular sign flickered brightly, the cement ground outside was relatively flat, and several old cement utility poles stood in the front and rear alleys.
Below the cement steps were several street-side parking spots; two steps forward were the smooth pedestrian walkway and the luxurious doors of the casino.
Suddenly, seeing them walk toward the Shark Casino, some of the thugs aiming to catch them sneered.
"Looks like they’re from Chi Country."
"Heh, probably here as tourists, looking to be fat sheep. Just wait, they’re bound to be devoured by the Shark Gang, leaving not even bones."
With disdainful conversation, they spoke in Suluo’s language, their voices very low.
Yet, the leading man suddenly turned around and slapped them.
The sound was crisp, and all the thugs and passersby were taken aback.
Facing the incredulous looks of his subordinates, the unusually burly leader didn’t explain, just watched as that group of people paused mid-step and then moved on.
A strong intuition told him those few were dangerous; even pausing just now had his heart in his throat.
Chen Feng calmly withdrew his Perception, Zhou Wuren and the others had also somewhat sensed the discussion just now, knowing it wasn’t good talk.
"Those little punks." Zhou Wuren shook his head and kept pace.
The group was about to reach the casino entrance.
A series of footsteps suddenly sounded, and then seven or eight figures hurriedly emerged from inside the casino.
Some wore leather jackets, some had tattoos on their necks and faces.
Several carried guns, some were unusually burly, no less than the earlier thug leader.
But still, at this moment, their expressions were panicked, clustering around one person heading towards two black cars parked in the lot.
"Quick, quick, quick!"
In the urgent voices, many people near the cement building complex saw the commotion.
"Boss, what’s going on with you?"
"For a few Chi Country people?"
The thug from the loan company covered his face and asked unwillingly, but the leader didn’t answer, just looked at the hurried figures in surprise.
"Isn’t that Teto? What’s actually happening?"
First came a few remarkable people, now even the third boss of the Shark Gang was rushing as if to escape.
Not only was he confused, but Chen Feng and his group paused, He Jian even immediately recognized the person leaving the casino in the middle.
He spoke, and Chen Feng’s eyes flashed.
The opposite party was one of the core figures responsible for smuggling and casino matters in the Shark Gang, and the person they planned to test today.
At this moment, that group quickly opened the car door to leave.
Without delay, Chen Feng moved swiftly, blocking their path instantly, reaching out to grab the middle-aged man about to get into the car.
"He’s from Chi Country!!"
Angry and startled shouts resounded, and the Shark Gang members reacted, someone suddenly firing a gun.
The gunshot was exceptionally piercing.
Someone on the roadside screamed, looking repeatedly.
The copper bullet compressed into a lump above the head before falling to the ground.
The Chi Country youth with black hair and eyes was unharmed, like a monster, grabbing the middle-aged man named Teto by the collar.
Teto spoke in furious fear.
His subordinates frantically scrambled, some terrified, some unbelievingly firing again.
Bullets came from all directions.
However, in the next second.
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!
A series of crisp sounds continually echoed, as if sparks exploded and flew from the corner of the eye, shocking the Shark Gang members into a pale horror.
The earlier loan company’s group was even more terrified, their legs weak, the questioning thug finally understanding why he was hit, their leader swallowing hard, feeling somewhat fortunate.
Chen Feng spoke indifferently, looking down, several bullets shot at his body were deflected by a flash of crimson red.
The black down jacket was intact, but the Teto caught by the collar clearly saw his face.
A black raven hovering in mid-air suddenly darted away, Chen Feng clearly saw fresh blood flowing from Teto’s eyes and his breath becoming very unstable.
"It’s the illusion seed!!"
"He’s been affected by the aftereffects left by the Devil Moon, his spiritual awareness is having problems!"
Having easily subdued a group of Shark Gang members, Zhou Wuren approached quickly, his expression grave.
Chen Feng’s gaze turned cold, he did not respond but instead looked over to the opposite side of the concrete street, at the intersection by the utility pole.
A person was approaching slowly.
He wore a brown trench coat, with messy black hair covering most of his forehead and deep eyes.
With a burning cigarette between his lips, a stubble surrounded his mouth.
One hand was tucked into his coat pocket, while the other held a little girl’s hand.
The calm footsteps resounded continually, causing the whole world to seemingly fall silent.
"Friend, would you mind handing him over to me?"
He asked, his voice steady as it reached Chen Feng’s ears.
The black raven in the sky had unknowingly returned, and Chen Feng frowned at the newcomer, sensing something amiss.
"I refuse." He replied.
Upon hearing this, the man in the brown trench coat took a drag from his cigarette, and a trail of ash fell, scattering on the ground.
In the gaze meeting between their eyes, Chen Feng saw indifference and calmness reflected in the other’s eyes.
The world froze, a terrifying pressure descended all of a sudden.
Everyone on the street became enveloped, speeding cars decelerated and even came to a halt.
Passersby with their faces flushed, realized with dread that they couldn’t walk or speak.
Members of the Shark Gang stared wide-eyed, with bloodshot eyes, veins bulging as if about to burst.
This included He Jian and Zhou Wuren, as well as people from the military.
All felt extremely uncomfortable, shockingly looking towards the newcomer.
"Extreme.....Extreme Realm."
"It’s.....the Extreme Realm!!"
Zhou Wuren confirmed with absolute certainty, his voice hoarse, veins protruding on his face.
The nearby black car emitted an odd crunching sound, the windshield and windows beginning to crack.
In an instant, Chen Feng’s gaze turned solemn, yet he stood his ground.
An equally terrifying power erupted from his body, and to avoid harming Zhou Wuren and the others, a crimson light blossomed, gently pushing them back over ten meters.
It seemed that some invisible force was crashing violently, the muffled sound echoing into the hearts of those around.
Road users with weaker spirits fainted on the spot, most of the thugs from the loan company collapsed or fell to their knees, their faces flushed with not a sound escaping their lips.
Suddenly, the sound of cracking continued loudly, and windows of parked cars around couldn’t bear the strain, shattering with a booming crash.
Continuous muffled sounds reverberated, yet shards of glass failed to scatter, merely sinking into the car bodies and ground upon shattering.
Soda cans in the street corners crumpled consistently, their piercing compression noises unbearably unpleasant.
Between the tangled wires in the sky, electric sparks seemed to burst forth, igniting into a massive fire.
Upon seeing this, the man in the brown trench coat paused, a hint of surprise flashing in his deep eyes.
Chen Feng frowned and locked eyes with him, clearly sensing that this person was extraordinarily powerful, probably beyond the Fifth Order.
Moreover, he confirmed that this person was a martial artist, for the aura of power was unmistakable.
Suddenly, Chen Feng asked in a deep voice.
Suluo had only one Extreme Realm, and that was the Mountain Ancestor of Duowa Snow Mountain.
An unexpected appearance here of someone with the appearance of Red Country’s people was cause for contemplation.
But there was no answer.
Yang Wudi merely frowned, looking up at the sky where the black raven soared and circled, its bizarre caws seemingly able to affect one’s spirit and thoughts.
He said, biting the cigarette.
The next second, with a whoosh.
The raven a hundred meters high was struck by invisible power, exploded suddenly, turning into blood debris.
None could see, except Chen Feng who acutely noticed the trace of power compressed to its extreme, vanish immediately, shooting into the sky.
At that moment, the sound of spitting blood rang out, and Chen Feng sensed something was wrong, looking down.
Teto, with eyes full of bloodshot lines, under the unbearable pressure, was already at death’s door.