Chapter 78: Clues About Father

“So that’s how it is.”
Lin Feng suddenly understood; it turned out everything was under the orders of Long Lin, the second brother of the Long family.
He never expected that the shopping mall belonged to Long’s second brother!
“I have no instructions—just your nephew. He just made a bet with me and now wants to renege. You decide how to handle it.”
Lin Feng shrugged coldly. Xu Weiqiang nodded immediately, replying, “I understand. Please rest assured, Mr. Lin. I’ll make sure he honors the agreement.”
He strode over to Xu Shaojie and delivered a harsh kick, knocking him to the ground. With a fierce command, he said, “Are you not going to fulfill the bet as Mr. Lin wishes?”
“I understand, I understand…”
Xu Shaojie never imagined Lin Feng’s connections could be so powerful!
Not only his own uncle, but even the chairman here treated Lin Feng with utmost respect.
Without hesitation, he crawled on the floor, imitating a dog’s bark as he made his way to the nearby trash bin, picked out garbage, and ate it greedily.
The crowd erupted into laughter!
Bai Xiaoqian stared at Lin Feng in shock. She hadn’t expected him to be so formidable now.
“Grandpa, I admit my mistake. Please spare me this time. If I ever offend you again, I’ll be worse than a dog.”
After eating the garbage, Xu Shaojie crawled to Lin Feng’s feet, begging for mercy.
Lin Feng pinched his nose and waved him off. “Get out of here. Don’t ever show yourself to me again.”
“Yes, yes, I’ll leave now.”
Xu Shaojie nodded hurriedly, rolling on the floor as he exited the mall.
The flirtatious women who had come with him were now terrified, worried Lin Feng would hold them accountable, and quickly fled in panic.
“Mr. Lin, to express my apologies for today, I’ve arranged a banquet for you. Would you—”
“No need for the banquet. I have other matters to attend to.”
Lin Feng rejected Xu Weiqiang’s offer coldly, then turned to Bai Xiaoqian, saying, “Xiaoqian, pick out any jewelry you like here. Consider it a gift from me.”
“Ah? No, I can’t. Everything here is too valuable—I can’t accept it.” Bai Xiaoqian replied nervously.
“It’s alright. I didn’t pay for any of it anyway. If you like something, just take it. If you don’t pick, I’ll have Mr. Xu select a few for you.”
After he finished, he told Xu Weiqiang, “Pack up the most expensive pieces for my friend and deliver them to her home.”
“Yes, Mr. Lin.”
“Don’t, Lin Feng. This really isn’t appropriate…”
Bai Xiaoqian tried to protest, but Lin Feng had already taken her away.
After they left the store, Lin Feng smiled and said, “You’ve helped me a lot in the past. Giving you a few gifts is nothing. Where else would you like to go?”
“I…”

Bai Xiaoqian’s eyes spun mischievously, her heart beating like a startled fawn.
She had never met such a domineering, yet deeply reassuring man!
After a few seconds of silence, she grinned and said, “I want to go to the amusement park.”
“Alright, let’s go.”
Without hesitation, Lin Feng took her to the largest amusement park in Jiangcheng.
They spent the entire afternoon together, enjoying themselves immensely. Only at dusk did Lin Feng escort Bai Xiaoqian home.
Unexpectedly, as Lin Feng left Bai Xiaoqian and walked alone halfway back to Su’s Bank, he suddenly sensed someone tailing him—a master of ancient martial arts with exceptional skills.
“Strange, another ancient martial artist?”
Lin Feng frowned, acutely aware that the person behind was targeting him directly.
But he couldn’t fathom their purpose!
Logically, after chasing away Leopard Lord last time, the man shouldn’t dare return for revenge.
Moreover, this person’s strength far surpassed Leopard Lord’s.
“Driver, stop at the next intersection.”
Lin Feng snapped out of his thoughts and instructed the driver to pull over.
After stepping out, he scanned the direction of his pursuer, finding the air shrouded in a chill.
He had barely steadied himself when the distant figure began to reveal himself, moving as swiftly as lightning, appearing before Lin Feng in a flash.
The man stood with hands behind his back, dressed in a brown robe of ancient martial arts, clearly middle-aged, with an aura of ethereal energy radiating from him.
A bronze mask covered his face, his pupils glinting with murderous intent.
“Who are you? Why are you following me?” Lin Feng asked coldly.
“Lin Feng… hmm, that’s a good name. Too bad you won’t survive the night.”
The man’s gaze was icy as he sized up Lin Feng, speaking with interest.
“You know me? Who are you?” Lin Feng felt increasingly uneasy.
“I am your father’s enemy. The fact his son still lives is my failure.” The man replied in a chilling tone.
“My father? You know where he is?” Lin Feng’s expression changed sharply as he pressed for answers.
“Once you’re dead, you’ll naturally see him.”
As the words fell, black smoke suddenly billowed around the man.
His martial robe fluttered in the gust, a powerful murderous aura swept toward Lin Feng!
“What a formidable presence!”
Lin Feng had never encountered such a formidable opponent; this man’s strength equaled a hundred Leopard Lords.

“Boy, to die by my hand is your blessing. Prepare yourself!”
Whoosh!
The man’s body flickered; in the blink of an eye, he lunged at Lin Feng, his hand morphing into a dragon claw, striking swiftly at Lin Feng’s throat.
Lin Feng tapped his toes, sliding backward several meters, the energy in his core propelling him out of reach. Borrowing the momentum, he flipped through the air and landed steadily.
“Hmm?”
The man was startled, eyeing Lin Feng suspiciously. “You… you’re a martial artist too? Who taught you ancient martial arts?”
“Hmph, you’re not worthy to know.”
Lin Feng snorted coldly and, in the next instant, his body became invisible.
The man frowned, searching around, but Lin Feng’s figure was nowhere to be seen.
Whoosh!
Seconds later, Lin Feng appeared at the man’s left flank, unleashing a powerful kick.
The man, caught off guard, sensed Lin Feng’s killing intent too late to evade, forced to block with both arms.
Boom!
He hadn’t expected Lin Feng’s explosive strength to surpass his own; their energies collided, and he was pushed back several meters.
For a brief moment, his internal organs felt severely injured!
“You… you’re stronger than even an innate martial artist?”
The man steadied himself, suppressing his pain, and questioned Lin Feng.
The ancient martial arts world had seven realms: Postnatal Martial Artist, Innate Martial Artist, Minor Grandmaster, Grandmaster, Martial Lord, Martial Saint, Martial God.
The man before him was at the Innate Martial Artist level.
Lin Feng’s shadow solidified as he shrugged before the man. “I don’t understand what you mean, nor do I know what an Innate Martial Artist is. I am simply myself—the one who makes you admit defeat.”
“Boy, you’re lucky today. Next time, you won’t be so fortunate.”
The man realized he couldn’t defeat Lin Feng; just that last move had sealed his fate.
With that, he turned, swept his robe, leaving a cloud of thick smoke, and vanished swiftly.
By the time Lin Feng tried to pursue him, it was already too late.
Who was that man?
Could it be that his father was dead?