Urban's Fury: The War Dragon God-Chapter 1368 - 3,333 Cuts

"Young Master, we are in position."

The Dragon Guards reported to Li Feng, and only then was the car door opened. Originally, five cars arrived, but only three parked near the cold storage.

Clatter.

The car door opened.

Li Feng led his team straight out of the car. This place appeared to be an ice-making factory, specifically used to produce ice blocks for preserving fish catches.

Additionally, there was a cold storage nearby for storage.

The Dragon Guards stepped forward and broke down the door, rushing into the ice-making factory. As they entered, a chilling air mixed with the smell of rotten fish and shrimp hit them.

"Good luck to you."

Old Feng, the watchman, glanced into the depths of the rain. He didn't even bother with his bedding roll, grabbed a box covered in plastic, and rode off on his electric bike.

He had exposed the Changda Company to Li Feng and his team, but then he turned around and betrayed Li Feng's group.

After all, on one side was a formidable force like a dragon, and on the other were the local bullies.

If he didn't pass on the information, who knows if the people from Changda Company would come after him.

Old Feng slipped away directly.

Inside the ice-making factory, an eerie and sinister atmosphere prevailed.

Suddenly.

Click.

The lights in the ice-making factory suddenly came on, glaring down on Li Feng and his group.

Then, a number of burly men started walking out of the ice-making factory, none of whom looked like regular workers.

"Young Master, we've found the right place. These guys smell just like those few people we've encountered."

One of the Dragon Guards said.

"Ha, didn't expect someone would deliver meat in the middle of the night."

Suddenly, a stout man with a belly full of intestines walked out, reeking of a blood scent that couldn't be masked.

Li Feng looked up towards him. The man was holding a big bone stick, obviously half-cooked meat still clinging to it, which he was biting into and chewing with large mouthfuls.

The air around him was filled with violence, and the burly men surrounding him also wore menacing expressions, sneering coldly.

Li Feng stepped forward.

"I'm here to ask one thing. Tonight, someone brought a woman here and boarded your ship. Tell me, where did she go?"

"Haha."

"Are you questioning me?"

The stout man laughed twice with heavy malice, his ferocious gaze swept across Li Feng. If someone timid were to meet his gaze, they might wet themselves in fear.

The man approached Li Feng with heavy steps, exuding a foul smell.

"You really have delicate skin and soft flesh. I love pretty boys like you; there's a chew to you."

"Don't piss yourself; I dislike the smell of piss."

The man arrogantly reached out his greasy hand to grab Li Feng.

Li Feng swiftly acted, gripping the man's wrist.

Masterful grip, bone-displacing technique.

Snap.

Li Feng moved like lightning, instantly dislocating the man's wrist. Simultaneously, Li Feng raised his foot and slammed it into the man's shin.

Thud.

The stout man fell to his knees, Li Feng immediately grabbed his head and delivered a sharp knee strike.

The man suddenly had a nosebleed that gushed out, as he arched back in pain.

"I'll ask again, where did she go?"

The scene dropped to a freezing point, the previously dismissive, boastful man looked bewildered, his expression frozen.

"Kid, you've messed up."

Another burly man spoke coldly.

"He's mine."

"No one is allowed to take him from me. I want to personally chop him up and eat him alive." The man on the ground wiped his nosebleed with his hand, then shakily stood up, licking the blood that dripped down.

"Hey, I haven't been this excited in a long time."

"Later, you better scream louder, and make it more piercing."

The man looked ferocious, like a ghost.

In the next second, the brutal man lunged at Li Feng.

Li Feng snorted dismissively, his fingers deftly manipulating a surgical knife, like a fluttering butterfly, dodging the attack.

Li Feng's surgical knife flashed with cold light, slicing off a piece of the man's flesh.

"Haven't practiced saber technique in a while."

Li Feng said, as the surgical knife sliced through the air like a meat cleaver, with each flash leaving a new wound on the burly man's body.

The Dragon Guards stood expressionless, watching the raging, yet ineffective, burly man.

Thought you were brutal?

Think you can be more brutal than our Young Master?

Ever seen ancient torture by slicing?

The most extreme slicing: three thousand three hundred thirty-three cuts, yet the person remains alive.

In just a moment, the man was drenched in blood, becoming a grotesque human blood-figure, with eyes turning red.

"Attack, cut them down."

The furious man roared loudly.

"No mercy."

Li Feng coldly uttered three words.

"Yes!"

The Dragon Tooth unsheathed, the Dragon Tooth Warriors, already boiling with rage, eyed their opponents who were clearly not ordinary men, unable to hide their bloody scent.

Clearly, these men had lives on their hands.

The Dragon Tooth showed no mercy, swiftly entering a mode of slaughter.

In a moment.

The entire ice-making factory turned into a river of blood.

These burly men indeed were stronger than average, their ominous aura enough to silence the cries of infants, yet they were clearly just cannon fodder.

Under the clean sweep of the fully armed Dragon Tooth, they barely lasted a single round; blood alone couldn't withstand bullets.

At least, not yet.

Thud.

Another burly man fell to the ground.

The only one still standing was the man covered in fresh blood, yet he was toyed with like a cat playing with a mouse by Li Feng.

The man soon became short of breath, the injuries on his body were not severe, each cut a superficial wound, just strips of flesh were lost, nothing serious.

But when the number of lost flesh reached dozens, even hundreds, the blood alone was enough to overwhelm him.

His symptoms of blood loss began to show, his body losing strength, his mind becoming dizzy, his movements slowed.

Around him, his fellow men all lay on the ground, swiftly and cleanly dealt with, not causing even a ripple.

Terror began to crawl into his heart.

He had walked the Demon Path, enjoying torture, thrilled by the screams, the more miserable, the more excited. But when roles were reversed, fear emerged.

The Dragon Guards watched quietly as Li Feng swung the knife again and again.

No matter the path of demons, you dared to provoke our Dragon King. We'll show you what true brutality means.

"Stop."

The man, who was now like fish on the chopping block, finally couldn't take it anymore. If he kept being sliced like this, he'd become a plate of sashimi.

Li Feng didn't stop, continuing to swing the knife.

"I said, the person you're looking for has already gone by ship."

"She boarded Changda's ship. As for where she went, I don't know. I'm just a small fry, that's all I know."

"I've told you everything I know, give me a break."

Li Feng looked at the mentally collapsing man and coldly chuckled: "Tell me about the Ghost King Sect. How did you join, what else do you know?"

"Tell me everything, and I can end your suffering swiftly. Otherwise, you'll experience what three thousand three hundred thirty-three cuts feel like."

"You've only suffered a hundred and twenty-eight cuts so far. We have plenty of time, let's take it slowly."