Extreme Almightiest Young Master

Chapter 112: Lu Xiaoqi

"Ah!!!" Ding Wan’er covered her mouth, unable to believe what she had just heard from Leng Mei. If it hadn’t been for hearing it with her own ears, she would never have believed the fact that Lin Feng possessed such impressive medical skills.

Not even Grandpa Chen Guisheng was a match for Lin Feng. How was that possible! Grandpa Chen had been a renowned traditional Chinese medicine practitioner for many years, essentially considered a leading authority in the field nationwide. But such a formidable figure was unable to cure Grandpa Leng’s illness, whereas Lin Feng had done it. How could anyone believe that? A man in his twenties more skilled than a national medical authority—it was a combination beyond comparison, with no common ground at all!

But Sister Leng wouldn’t joke about such a matter. Which meant that Lin Feng truly did have such incredible medical skills, so amazing that even a national figure like Grandpa Chen had to admit defeat. Still, it was unbelievable. Everyone knows that traditional Chinese medicine is a profession that requires accumulation of experience. How could Lin Feng, at over 20 years of age, be more skillful than Grandpa Chen? This made no sense at all!!!

"Sister Leng, are Lin Feng’s medical skills really that amazing?" Ding Wan’er still couldn’t believe that Lin Feng possessed such formidable medical skills and asked Leng Mei again for confirmation, afraid she had misheard.

"It’s not just you who doesn’t believe it," Leng Mei said, facing Ding Wan’er’s look of disbelief. "Everyone present at the scene couldn’t believe it either. But Lin Feng’s medical skills are there, and they do not lie! Let me tell you something else. My illness was also cured by Lin Feng." Even those who were there at that time had found it hard to believe, let alone Ding Wan’er.

After receiving confirmation from Leng Mei once more, Ding Wan’er finally accepted that Lin Feng had medical skills and that they were of an incredibly unbeatable level. She suddenly found herself thinking that Lin Feng didn’t seem human. His talent for foreign languages surpassed even Leng Mei’s, and now he had emerged with medical skills that could shake the heavens and startle the spirits. How could a normal person have both of these qualities? Having one would already make someone a genius, but to possess both one could only be described as a prodigy.

And of course, Ding Wan’er was aware of Sister Leng’s illness—years of dysmenorrhea that were so severe they scared people. Countless reputed doctors had tried and failed to cure it, and yet it had been cured by Lin Feng. This made it even clearer that Lin Feng’s medical skills couldn’t simply be described as impressive; they were at least much more superior than those of the experts.

But how could Sister Leng let Lin Feng treat such an embarrassing illness? That didn’t fit Sister Leng’s personality at all.

Lin Feng, how many more surprises are you going to give me?

It seems my fiancé is truly remarkable. How much about him do I still not know? Ding Wan’er thought, sinking into contemplation.

Leng Mei wasn’t surprised to see Ding Wan’er in such a state. Who would believe that a young man in his early twenties could have medical skills superior to those of the old master practitioners? It was normal for her to need some time to digest it. Leaving the still dazed Ding Wan’er behind, Leng Mei started to look for her things. She had to get back to the hospital to take care of Grandpa right away.

Ding Wan’er remained deep in thought, her mind filled with Lin Feng...

After a busy day, Lin Feng had gotten off work and was heading towards his car out of habit. However, before he had gone very far, he suddenly felt a familiar sensation in his heart. It was a feeling he knew all too well from the island: the presence of killing intent!

How could there be killing intent in a school? And this killing intent seemed very intense. It made no sense for there to be such a feeling in a school. What in the world was going on?

Who was the target?

Inside a school are only students and teachers; nobody should be harboring hatred deep enough to want someone dead. Could I be the target?

As the concealed killing intent in the crowd became closer and clearer, Lin Feng knew that this person had his sights set on him. Lin Feng wondered who would want to assassinate him—did someone actually think of him as an easy kill?

Lin Feng showed no outward signs of concern but subtly changed directions, walking toward the logistics area behind the school. To anyone watching, he showed not a trace of disturbance. As expected, he felt the assassin following him, and Lin Feng let down his guard—it was exactly what he wanted.

As the distance between them closed, Lin Feng’s brows furrowed in concentration. Murderous intent as intense as this could only belong to someone who had killed many, meaning this person had to be a skilled professional assassin. So who could this assassin’s employer be? Hiring such an assassin wouldn’t be cheap, and they would have to hold a grudge against him. Thinking it over, the only ones who came to mind were Li Wenkai and the likes of those young masters. Otherwise, he really couldn’t imagine who else it could be!

No matter who you are, if you try to harm me, you must be ready for my retaliation. Could I appear too harmless, making them think I’m just a soft persimmon, easy to squeeze however they like?

Leaving behind any trouble is not Lin Feng’s style. Since they’ve even sent assassins after me, don’t blame me for being discourteous!

Since you’ve come, don’t even think about leaving!

With this in mind, Lin Feng began to pick up his pace, still feeling the murderous aura tightly following him. He headed carelessly toward the logistics area,

"Section Chief, are there any tasks in the department right now, the kind that need outdoor cleaning?" Lin Feng asked Zhao Jian, considering how to shake off the tail behind him and to confirm whether he was the target or not.

"Lin Feng, why are you back?" Zhao Jian hadn’t seen Lin Feng for a long time and was quite surprised by his sudden appearance. Why would he come back and even ask for outdoor cleaning tasks? That was really weird, especially since it was already after hours. Zhao Jian himself had only stayed because he had played games for a while longer, while everyone else had already left.

When something is out of the ordinary, there’s a demon at work!

What on earth did Lin Feng ingest today? When he worked in logistics before, he had never shown such initiative, and since he went to teach French at the Language Institute, Zhao Jian had seen him even less. Why would he come here after work asking for tasks? Was he going insane?

The more he thought about it, the more something seemed off. Zhao Jian peered at Lin Feng, wondering what kind of a play was being acted out today. Was there an unspeakable secret or some special purpose? Otherwise, it made no sense for Lin Feng to come to him looking for tasks after work hours.

"Nothing much, just came back to check if there’s any such task," Lin Feng asked again.

"It seems there’s some garbage that needs cleaning up by the lake." Seeing Lin Feng so persistently inquiring, Zhao Jian casually mentioned a minor task, originally intending to assign it to Wang Xiaomao. Since Lin Feng was so eager, he thought he might as well let Lin Feng do it. But he was cognizant of the oddity, could it be that Lin Feng no longer wished to teach French and wanted to return to being a handyman? But it didn’t make sense; unless his head had been kicked by a donkey, why would he give up being a teacher to work odd jobs? That would be insane!

Aside from that little task, there was nothing else to do here. Perhaps Lin Feng suddenly wanted to do some work as exercise?

Upon hearing Zhao Jian’s words, Lin Feng took heed. The lakeside at night was an excellent spot, with woods around it, perfect for taking action. He pulled out his phone to send Ding Wan’er a message, telling her he couldn’t pick her up tonight due to something coming up, and sent another to his mom, informing her he wouldn’t be coming home that night.

If he was here, he might as well play a game of cat and mouse. With that thought, Lin Feng’s expression darkened, and he quickly arrived at the school’s Labor Lake. The vast water area spanning tens of thousands of square meters, surrounded by lush trees, was considerable. More importantly, it had already grown dark, with only a few street lamps still lit.

Lin Feng walked to the lake’s edge, saw the trash inside, and bent over as if deliberately exposing a flaw, thinking, let’s see if you won’t make your move now.

Suddenly, a snow-white knife emerged from the darkness, stabbing viciously at the bending Lin Feng, its speed was so fast it was almost ghostly.

Lin Feng slightly shifted his body to the side, turning to try and grab the wrist of the one attempting to assassinate him. However, to his surprise, he couldn’t catch it. The assassin, who missed on the first strike, immediately made a quick escape without a moment’s hesitation. This assassin was definitely experienced.

Making such a decision in such a short time was not something ordinary people could do. What’s more, the assassin’s speed was incredibly fast; so fast, even Lin Feng couldn’t catch him. He was taken aback to encounter such a master; a person with such speed was certainly not ordinary. If only he could catch him, everything would become clear.

With that thought, Lin Feng suddenly accelerated, relentlessly pursuing the assassin, determined not to stop until he had subdued him.

Lu Xiaoqi, nicknamed Ghost Leg Seven, was an outstanding disciple of the Ghost Shadow Sect. With agility and movement far surpassing those of his peers, he was a Golden Medal Assassin with a 100% success rate within the organization, relying on his bizarre speed to deliver a fatal blow before his targets could react. He usually wouldn’t take on such minor jobs, but when he saw the location was Tianhai, he accepted without a second thought. A quick detour to kill a teacher on his way home and earn a few million was too good to pass up.

Damn it, who is this guy pretending to be a ***** teacher? The mission briefing didn’t say he was this formidable; this ***** is a top-notch expert! One can tell the master by his first move; even someone of AA rank would definitely be able to catch my knife. To say he’s a teacher, even ghosts wouldn’t believe it.

If it weren’t for his quick reflexes, sensing something was off the moment he struck and immediately retreating, he might have already been laid out by Lin Feng!

How does such a formidable expert end up teaching at a school? Isn’t that crazy? Someone of his caliber doesn’t need to pretend to be a teacher to make a living. Why on earth did I take on this damned job? Initially, I thought it was just a quick task on the way home. A teacher wouldn’t pose any challenge. If I had known the teacher was this crazy, I wouldn’t have taken the job even if they offered me a mountain of money. Isn’t it like asking for a death wish?

Lin Feng also felt it odd. He had only returned for such a brief time, and he didn’t have any deep grudges with anyone; how did he come across such an astonishingly fast assassin? If it were someone else, they might have been left far behind already. No matter what, he had to find out who had sent him; otherwise, it would be troublesome in the future. With that thought, he also gradually increased his pace, vowing not to stop until he caught up with the person ahead.

Under the cover of darkness, the two engaged in a chase through the city where luckily, both chose darker, less populated areas. Otherwise, people might have thought they saw a ghost, for both of their speeds were incredibly fast, like a gust of wind passing by.