Urban's Fury: The War Dragon God-Chapter 1377: Calling for Reinforcements

Cui Ying faced Li Feng's arrogance, humiliated but silent.

Just you wait.

Beneath the eaves, Cui Ying chose to bow her head, after all, she had witnessed Li Feng's swift defeat of the bodyguards surrounding Xu Zihao.

The bodyguards around Xu Zihao were not street thugs but high-paid experts, including those who had served in the military and martial artists from martial arts families.

As long as the other side didn't resort to violence, Cui Ying planned to endure for now.

Xu Zihao wouldn't leave her be, after all, she was the legitimate wife he had married into the Xu Family; if Xu Zihao couldn't even protect his own wife in Jinghu, he wouldn't be qualified to inherit the position of family head.

Cui Ying made a call to ask the receptionist to prepare some food and turned to look at Li Feng, who was lying on the sofa, seemingly enjoying Bu Feiyan's head massage.

Men.

Cui Ying's gaze fell on the fruit knife on the coffee table. She stepped forward and bent down to pick up the knife.

Bu Feiyan noticed Cui Ying's movement, but Cui Ying shot her a sharp glare.

"Is Lady Xu planning to peel me an apple?"

Li Feng sat up abruptly, looking at Cui Ying holding the fruit knife.

Cui Ying was suddenly startled, but her strong mental resilience kicked in, and she reached for an apple in the fruit bowl, starting to peel it.

Her periphery vision shot a fierce glance at Bu Feiyan, evidently thinking Bu Feiyan had reminded Li Feng.

"Call someone for me; I want him dead."

At this moment, Xu Zihao's eyes were filled with rage, not just because his reputation had been tarnished, but because Cui Ying was left in the Supreme Nine Ding suite.

Alone with a man and a woman, what could happen? It doesn't take much thought.

He was losing on all fronts, not to mention the perfect lover, Bu Feiyan, whom he spent years cultivating had been taken away, now even his wife was at risk.

Though he had a complicated feeling towards Cui Ying and hadn't touched her since marrying her, Cui Ying was his legitimate wife.

If Cui Ying were to 'betray' him, Xu Zihao's face would be a disgrace.

"You useless bunch, so many of you can't even handle one person. What's the point of paying you all?"

The bodyguards in the car could only endure the scolding, having indeed met their match.

After Xu Zihao vented his anger, the bodyguard in the front seat spoke up.

"Young Master, it's not to make excuses for us, but Li Feng's strength is unfathomable. Whether in speed, explosive power, or reflexes, he's far beyond us."

"Indeed, not just overpowering us physically but the aura off him is terrifying; the mere presence sends chills. That kind of fearsome aura is stronger than the one-eyed instructor I met in the military."

"That instructor was said to be one of Yan Country's three devil instructors, reputed as the strongest king of soldiers, having taken down thousands if not tens of thousands of enemies."

Xu Zihao didn't dismiss their words, having sensed that spine-chilling aura himself, as if a fearsome demon stood before him.

But how could he swallow his anger?

Xu Zihao clenched his teeth.

"It seems I've no choice but to seek help from the family's old relics."

"Turn the car around."

"Young Master, aren't we going to the hospital?"

"What hospital? The hospital can't compare to the old guys at home, and given my current state, I might be able to persuade that one."

The driver turned the car around, heading straight for the Xu Family's old residence in Jinghu.

The Xu Family's old house is built on a 200-meter high hill within Jinghu City, connecting the mountain with the surrounding area to form Jinghu's largest city lung.

Though the outer area is indeed treated as a park, the core area surrounding the hill is enclosed by a high wall.

This wall creates two worlds, and few know what's behind it, those who do treat it as a forbidden zone, not mentioning it.

This is the Xu Family.

Xu Zihao's car naturally passed through the security checkpoints smoothly, not going around the mountain but directly into the hillside.

Indeed, the Xu Family had long since hollowed out the entire mountain, inside is a parking lot, with an elevator directly connecting to the outside Xu Family's old residence.

The courtyard old residence is nestled among towering trees, ancient architecture shrouded in greenery, perfectly blending in. From afar, its essence can't be seen; only being there allows one to appreciate the depth of an established family.

Xu Zihao was carried into a separate courtyard, a quiet and serene place.

"Holy Monk, Xu Zihao requests to see you."

After a short period, a young monk with clear features opened the door: "Master Xu, what happened to you?"

"May I come in?"

"Please, come in."

The young monk glanced at Xu Zihao, whose bones were misaligned, carried in, and stepped aside to let him in.

The small courtyard was serene, a square layout with a clear sky above.

Carried into the courtyard, a casually dressed old monk with nine scars on his forehead and snow-white eyebrows was tending to an orchid.

"Holy Monk, I beg you to help me."

Hearing Xu Zihao's plea, the old monk stood up, setting down his watering can, and looked at the wretched Xu Zihao.

"Hmm."

The old monk uttered a sound as he moved towards Xu Zihao: "Master Xu, how did you end up so disheveled?"

"Hiss."

"Master Xu, please bear it a little longer."

The old monk said, suddenly grabbing Xu Zihao's arm, and with force, a crack was heard.

Hiss.

Xu Zihao sucked in a cold breath, but before the pain subsided, the old monk continued to realign Xu Zihao's dislocated joints as if untying strings.

In moments.

Xu Zihao nearly collapsed to the ground, beads of sweat covering his forehead, the realignment pain shot to his core.

The old monk clapped his hands, standing: "Master Xu, you can get up now."

Xu Zihao, prostrate like worshipping, moved his arm, though sore, managed to move.

Using all his strength, Xu Zihao finally stood, gazing at the old monk.

"Holy Monk, I'm here to ask you to help me kill someone."

"Amitabha, the Buddha says 'lay down the knife, become enlightened'; Master Xu, you're obsessed."

Xu Zihao rolled his eyes, calling him Holy Monk because he was bald, yet he took it seriously.

Years ago, if not for his words, Xu Zihao wouldn't leave Cui Ying untouched for years. Xu Zihao had a bit of a cleanliness obsession, but not to the point of being abnormal.

This old monk practices Joyful Zen, specializing in a dual cultivation technique, naturally, a skill cherished by men though difficult to master.

It requires finding virgins with pure yin constitution, gathering nine, and finally, devouring their primordial yin to refine one's Nine Yang Qi.

Overall, Xu Zihao fell for his trick, and Bu Feiyan was one of the cauldrons he had cultivated.

"Holy Monk, if you help, I'll give you a cauldron I've cultivated."

The old monk raised an eyebrow.

"Bu Feiyan is yours."

"Amitabha, mercy, mercy."