Urban All-Round Master
Chapter 115: Memories Etched in Bone

Chapter 115: Chapter 115: Memories Etched in Bone

Chapter 115: Bone-Deep Memories

Having said that, Lin Zifeng put on a look as if all women these days were just like that. His face twisted terribly, and even the look in Su Yueying’s eyes seemed odd.

Suddenly, Su Yueying got angry in an instant. Do I really need you to point fingers when I’m talking? Huh! I have no connection with you whatsoever, what right do you have to beat around the bush?

It just about made Su Yueying burst out laughing.

"Would you hurry and get out of the car?"

Su Yueying was obviously a bit angry, so much so that even the volleyballs in the front row started to create tumultuous waves.

"Oh well, since you insist on making me leave, I have no choice but to get out. You can’t really rely on women nowadays; just a moment ago you insisted on getting me into the car, and now you want me out—what’s this all about! If you can’t handle it later, just stop picking up passengers."

As Lin Zifeng opened the door, he sighed, his demeanor like that of an aggrieved girl, muttering and grumbling, which started to get on Su Yueying’s nerves.

When she thought about it, she indeed was the one who had offered him to get into the car and now was chasing him away, which seemed somewhat unreasonable. Moreover, considering the last incident, it all happened accidentally, so it shouldn’t factor into the current situation.

The most important thing was that this was the first deal of the morning. It’s a gain without a loss; just treat him as if I don’t know him, just a random customer.

Thinking this way, Su Yueying felt somewhat relieved.

"Wait, don’t go just yet."

Lin Zifeng was very slow at opening the car door, excruciatingly slow. His speed in opening the door was practically negligible.

Su Yueying didn’t think too much at the moment; after all, Lin Zifeng’s provocative method was somewhat effective.

"Fine! But remember, you were the one who let me into your car! Don’t blame me later for forcibly occupying your car."

Lin Zifeng smiled cheekily, puffing on his cigarette, his expression filled with joy.

Su Yueying’s cute little nose just slightly tilted upward, then she stopped paying him any more attention and drove towards Tianyu Group according to Lin Zifeng’s direction.

"By the way, where are you from? Your accent sounds like you’re from the north?"

Feeling utterly bored in the car, Lin Zifeng leisurely smoked his cigarette and began making small talk.

"What does it matter where I’m from! Sorry, no smoking in the car, please put out the cigarette!"

As Su Yueying expertly drove, she glanced at Lin Zifeng from the rearview mirror. This guy looked neat and sharp, but why did he behave like a hoodlum?

Seeing that Su Yueying was not inclined to answer his question, Lin Zifeng simply smiled and said nothing. He also noticed Su Yueying sneaking peeks at him through the rearview mirror.

He just grinned and put on a cheeky smile.

Suddenly, Su Yueying’s expression tightened, and she simply ignored him.

...

The taxi was indeed fast, and although the scenery outside was beautiful, Lin Zifeng still wasn’t in the mood to appreciate it. Leaning against the car window as if deep in thought, his right hand rested on the cold texture of a black bracelet, his thoughts flying miles away.

Gradually, with their silence, an involuntary scene emerged in Lin Zifeng’s mind.

...

An elderly man, his body riddled with age and defeat and his hair as white as snow, was shackled completely by fist-sized iron locks to a large iron stove. His limbs were gruesomely pierced through by bony spines, yet his eyes, black as ink, still flickered with an eerie Blood Light, as if the life within him were stronger than that of an ordinary person.

Flames intermittently burst from the iron stove. Surrounding him were ghastly screams, while outside, a crimson liquid, thick as blood, slowly seeped in, mingled with the broken bones of humans—even strands of human hair were mixed in the liquid!

Lin Zifeng lay on the ground, his bones shattered, barely able to move—it was almost luxurious to hope he could. All he could rely on to affirm he was still alive was his faint breathing.

Moments from his past played like a film projector in his mind—friends, brothers, family... All seemed to be gradually drifting away from him.

Am I about to die?

Lying in a pool of blood, Lin Zifeng felt each breath pierce his chest, like dying in a mud pit.

"If you want to kill to live, you have to withstand being killed! To hurt others, first hurt yourself. Your bones are shattered, and if you’re still human, if you still wish to live, stop lying there like a weak dog! Get up! Stand up with determination!"

The hoarse voice echoed through the gloomy prison.

The old man’s eyes radiated determination, his blood-like irises fixated on Lin Zifeng, as cumbersome on the floor as a Dead Dog. He believed in Lin Zifeng. He believed that the man could stand, could rise, owing to a rare, stubborn resilience not found in ordinary people!

Since the day Lin Zifeng arrived, he noticed Lin Zifeng’s exceptional will to survive. Even when close to death, he fought through all obstacles with his stubborn determination.

Even the death feared by others.

"Stand up!"

The old man’s eyes filled with hope as he watched Lin Zifeng spitting blood, his body convulsing, his bones grotesquely dislocated—yet he believed in him.

Under the torment of the deathly demon and the pain from within, Lin Zifeng still clenched his teeth, his every movement excruciatingly slow, dragging his body forward.

"I can’t die! I can’t die! I still have friends, brothers, family. I can’t die! What would they do if I died? I must live, I must live!"

In Lin Zifeng’s mind, there was only one belief—he must survive!

No matter the obstacle, he must fiercely live on! Because he still had family, brothers, and friends!

Seeing Lin Zifeng’s resolute eyes and his indomitable will, a hint of solace flickered in the old man’s gaze.

Finally, relying on his unyielding will, Lin Zifeng endured the severe physical and mental pain, sweat dripped off his forehead like rain, his clothes soaked through. Nonetheless, Lin Zifeng, teeth clenched and trembling, managed to rise, leaning heavily on the iron door to catch his breath in great gasps.

"xx is humanity’s most potent weapon, yet also its most fragile shell. If you lack exceptional physique, a superhuman xx, you will never make it out. The outside is an endless ocean; in less than a day, your xx will be soaked by seawater into rotten flesh!

If you wish to leave this place, you must possess a bodily strength beyond the ordinary, like your previous boxing training. Every move, even a simple punch, practiced five hundred times, and your muscles just start to adapt. Practice a thousand times, and they slowly improve. Five thousand repetitions day by day, and when you face an attack, your brain subconsciously drives your fist to strike, even faster than your opponent. So no matter how busy you are, you must keep training. Only through relentless practice will your brain drive your body’s movements, without even needing to act consciously, allowing you to gain the upper hand..."

Lin Zifeng, covered in blood, like a corpse, embers of rage smoldering in his eyes, held on tightly to every word the old man said...

...

"We’re here! Get off!"

As Lin Zifeng got lost in his memories, Su Yueying suddenly stopped the car. She had noticed from the rearview mirror that Lin Zifeng was staring out the window, lost in thought. And she had to admit, the guy looked quite handsome when silent, a shame he was just a hoodlum..

Thinking about it, Su Yueying vividly recalled the last time they stopped here. It was then that her buttocks, untouched by any man for decades, had been slapped by him. Now, remembering it, her cheeks couldn’t help but flush..

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