Super Soldier in Campus-Chapter 667 - 672

Tang Rou was a sensible girl. Knowing the urgency of the situation, and that Lin Feng was undoubtedly in a bad mood, she obediently stood from her seat and followed him out of the classroom.

However, Tang Rou was inevitably worried about Lin Feng. With a furrowed brow, she couldn’t help but caution him, "Lin Feng, you... you need to stay calm. Don’t be too rash..."

Lin Feng struggled to maintain a bitter smile. He gently brushed Tang Rou’s hair and said softly, "Tang Rou, I’m already calm... I’m just glad that nothing happened to you. Otherwise, I would’ve lost my mind!"

Tang Rou nodded. She knew Lin Feng was feeling terrible at the moment, so she remained silent, quickening her pace to catch up with Lin Feng, whose stride was rapidly increasing.

The Qingshan residential area where Tang Rou lived was quite a distance from Jiangzhou University, about five or six kilometers. However, with Lin Feng driving his Maserati, they arrived at her front door within five minutes.

"Lin Feng, be careful..." Tang Rou couldn’t help but caution Lin Feng again after getting out of the car.

"Don’t worry. I’ll be fine. You should head home..." Lin Feng maintained a calm facade, but even Tang Rou could sense the ominous aura hiding behind his tranquil demeanor.

"Then... I’ll go home now..." Tang Rou didn’t want to be a burden to Lin Feng, so she obediently headed toward the door.

The moment Tang Rou entered her home, Lin Feng’s complexion darkened as he picked up his phone.

The first call Lin Feng made was to Long Shaotian, the Hall Master of the Qingzi Sect in Jiangzhou. "Lord Dragon, this is Lin Feng. I need your help. Who’s in charge in the Nanjiang District? I want to borrow the Qingzi Sect’s power to take care of something..."

The second call Lin Feng made was to Zhou Yang. Upon learning that Xue Qingyi and Zhou Yang were together, Lin Feng’s gloomy expression lightened slightly. "Little Zhou, Qingyi," he said, "I need your help. We’re going to kill some people!"

Upon finishing his calls, an emotionless expression solidified on Lin Feng’s face. His grip on his phone tightened to the point where the steel case began to creak.

I was too careless! Su Zi and Ning Aoxue have been taken! And I’m their target! These people are bold!

Seems like there are a lot of people in the world eager to die. I don’t care who you are; if you dare to mess with me, none of you will get to live...

This was the first time Lin Feng had been thoroughly angry since being reborn. The murderous intent radiated from him in waves so tangible they seemed to emanate from his body. His Maserati appeared to be unable to withstand this pressure and began to tremble faintly.

Within ten minutes of receiving Lin Feng’s call, Zhou Yang and Xue Qingyi arrived.

Xue Qingyi jumped out of her black Rolls-Royce Phantom and into the relatively cramped passenger seat of the Maserati. Holding an electronic device, she said calmly to Lin Feng, "Don’t panic, Lin Feng. I had a tracker in your car to monitor you. The tracker is still responding. Let’s find your car first. Maybe we’ll find some clues..."

Lin Feng, who had been teetering on the edge of madness, quickly came to his senses upon hearing Xue Qingyi’s words.

"Which way?" Lin Feng asked somberly. At the moment, he couldn’t care less that Xue Qingyi had planted a tracker in his car. In fact, if he had known something like this was going to happen, he probably would have felt it was less than ideal that Xue Qingyi hadn’t also planted a bug.

"Southeast!" Xue Qingyi disregarded Lin Feng’s attitude, glanced at the tracker in her hand, and said nonchalantly, "The car is still moving. Judging by the signal strength, it should be about 15 to 20 kilometers away!"

"Let’s go!" Lin Feng slammed on the accelerator. The Maserati’s engine roared as the car accelerated to 120 kilometers per hour in mere seconds, leaving a cloud of dust behind.

It’s been a long time since I’ve raced with Boss. I really miss it... Zhou Yang’s face grew excited as he floored the accelerator. The two-ton Rolls-Royce instantly picked up speed, following in hot pursuit.

...

Meanwhile, Lin Feng’s secondhand Passat was traveling on a deserted road with two nonchalant young men inside, cheerfully discussing something.

"Mr. Wu, we certainly struck it rich this time, didn’t we? Finding a car on such a remote road... Man, we’re loaded!" The driver was a young man with blue-dyed hair, and his sleazy smile made it obvious he was a street thug.

The young man with yellow-dyed hair in the passenger seat chuckled. "Little Chao, don’t get too excited. This isn’t over yet! As we discussed, take a secluded route and drive slowly back to our Flying Leopard Club’s garage. Once we replace the plates and give it a new paint job, then we can say we’ve made a real profit..."

"All I have to do is drive the car back. I’ll leave the rest to Big Brother Fang. Given his vast network, I won’t miss out on a cut of the profits this time, right?" the blue-haired thug asked with a laugh.

"Don’t worry. Given the condition of this car, Big Brother Fang won’t short-change you. I estimate that once the car is sold, we’ll each make at least thirty grand, maybe even forty!" The yellow-haired youth lightly patted Little Chao’s shoulder and laughed. "This is money for nothing! Damn, such a good car, left by the side of the road with the keys still in it. It’s like a gift of money to us!"

"Yeah... A fool and his money..." the blue-haired thug echoed with a laugh. Suddenly, he heard an unusual sound and glanced at the rearview mirror. He shouted excitedly, "Hey! Mr. Wu, look! There’s a Maserati approaching from behind! Damn! That’s a three-million-dollar sports car! If we could get our hands on it, we’d be set for life!"

Mr. Wu also glanced at the rearview mirror. Sure enough, he saw a pink Maserati rapidly closing in, accompanied by the roaring sound of its engine. To his surprise, following behind the Maserati was a Rolls-Royce Phantom.

"Damn, this new road usually has so few cars on it. Today must be our lucky day, seeing two luxury cars each worth millions," Mr. Wu muttered to himself. "Little Chao, both these cars must belong to some important people. Let them pass!" He instinctively thought the two fancy cars were just passing by and had nothing to do with them.

"I know..." Little Chao turned the steering wheel, moving the car toward the side of the road to clear the passing lane. He expected the luxury cars to zoom past them. However, to his surprise, as soon as they overtook the Passat, both the Maserati and the Rolls-Royce slowed down, sandwiching the Passat between them.

"I’ll only say this once—if you don’t want to die, stop the car!"

Just as Little Chao and Mr. Wu were still stunned, Lin Feng’s unfeeling, icy voice suddenly echoed through the cabin of the Passat.