The men in the Mercedes were all strong and healthy, their expressions very serious, and their eyes were vigilant, constantly scanning the surroundings. They were clearly professional security personnel.

Seeing these guys appear, Lin Feng first thought that Ning Fuxun might have arrived.

"Are these people your dad’s subordinates?" Lin Feng casually asked Ning Aoxue, who was sitting in the front passenger seat.

"I don’t recognize them..." Ning Aoxue hesitated a bit. She also knew her father was used to riding in a Mercedes, so seeing a car full of bodyguards, she thought, like Lin Feng, that they might be her father Ning Fuxun’s bodyguards. But Ning Aoxue didn’t recognize the people in the car, so she couldn’t be sure.

Lin Feng drove directly to park next to the black Mercedes, and after getting out of the car with Ning Aoxue, he glanced at the few people inside and then glanced at the villa. Very casually, he reached out and lightly tapped on the driver’s side window of the black Mercedes, and casually asked, "Hey, who are you? What are you doing here?"

The Mercedes driver was a Fatty around the age of thirty, his face full of domineering flesh. After noticing Lin Feng tapping on the window, he glared at Lin Feng with dissatisfaction and then spoke coldly, "Brat, you looking for a beating?! Don’t meddle!"

Lin Feng’s mouth twitched; these guys are quite tough...

But fortunately, Lin Feng is not afraid of people being tough; he just fears them being too polite, making it awkward for him to retaliate. The tougher the opponent, the more he likes it. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

"Sorry, I think you haven’t figured out the situation yet, this is..." Lin Feng glanced at Ning Aoxue and continued to speak with a smile, "our family’s parking lot. If you don’t tell us your identity, please leave here for now. We don’t welcome strangers parking in our parking lot..."

Ning Aoxue visibly froze upon hearing Lin Feng mention "our home", then her face turned crimson, thinking, ’You must be dreaming, this is not your home, I have no relationship with you...’

"Don’t welcome us?" The Mercedes driver showed a strange smile, glancing at Lin Feng, and a dangerous glint flashed in his eyes, "Kid, are you sure you don’t welcome us? You might regret it later!"

"There’s nothing uncertain about that..." Lin Feng smiled indifferently, "I’ll give you ten seconds to start up the car and leave, or you’ll be the ones regretting..."

Seeing the other party so tough, Lin Feng turned around to threaten them back, the smile on his face growing thinner. While using the conversation with the driver as an excuse, he carefully observed the situation inside the car, discovering that among the four men in black, three were Inner Strength experts!

Besides the driver, the other three were actually Nei Family experts. Although their cultivation was generally low, with one at inner strength level one and two at inner strength level two, the fact that such experts existed in a car parked at his doorstep was enough to make Lin Feng wary.

Three Inner Strength experts, although their cultivation was low, if they knew how to collaborate, could give Lin Feng quite a headache, especially since Lin Feng had many women close to him. If the opponents wanted to target him deliberately, they could easily go after the women around him, making it impossible for Lin Feng to protect them all.

Therefore, Lin Feng’s face grew increasingly grave; he needed to swiftly confirm whether these four men in black were enemies or allies. If they’re not enemies, it’s fine; but if their target is him, even if he would be deemed despicable, he might have to take the initiative to launch a sneak attack!

"Hehe..." Lin Feng’s words made the few men in black inside the Mercedes simultaneously burst into cold laughter. They did not expect that Lin Feng would have the guts to intimidate them back...

"Cheng San, go teach this kid how to speak... But be quick about it, don’t use real weapons..." At this moment, a skinny man in his thirties, with a small mustache, spoke coldly from the back seat of the Mercedes...

"Okay, Brother Sun..." The young man sitting in the front passenger seat responded respectfully and then opened the car door and walked down. As he walked, he reached his hand towards his lower back...

Lin Feng frowned; he could see this young man named Cheng San had a noticeable bulge under the hem of his clothes, indicating he might be carrying a gun?!

Danger! With this thought in mind, Lin Feng instinctively stretched out his hand, gently pulling Ning Aoxue’s delicate hand, placing her protectively behind him...

"Hmph, brat, your vigilance is quite good..." Cheng San sneered, as his right hand withdrew from behind him, once empty now holding a gleaming dagger...

"Knife... Lin Feng, be careful..." Ning Aoxue’s face turned slightly pale upon seeing the knife in Cheng San’s hand, and she warned Lin Feng in a lost voice.

"So it’s just a knife..." Lin Feng’s face relaxed, showing a hint of disdain in his eyes. This unimpressive guy, among all things, dares to play with a knife in front of him—seeking his own death...

Years ago, growing up in the orphanage, Lin Feng loved playing with knives, especially during school. Because of his orphan background, older students often bullied him, carrying a knife was second nature to Lin Feng...

Since the age of twelve or thirteen, Lin Feng silently vowed that if anyone intentionally oppressed him or crossed his line, he would never submit, even willing to fight to the death.

But, whether fortunate or unfortunate, Lin Feng eventually never had to use that knife, graduated smoothly from school, joined the military successfully, and met Coach Xue Qinghan at the recruit training camp. In the end, to avenge Coach Xue Qinghan, he resolutely left the military camp, went abroad alone, forming the White Wolf Squad for years...

Encounters kept changing, and Lin Feng’s knife techniques evolved from amateur methods to standard military moves, then to special forces assassination techniques, and finally to the mercenary world’s extremely ruthless one-stab-kill method, gradually progressing, ultimately reaching near perfection due to achieving Inner Strength level four.

In close combat with short knives, where an inch shorter means greater risk, the best blade work requires reaction, knife skills, and speed to create the perfect strike. Lin Feng’s technique was already skilled, with his reaction and speed supported by four layers of Inner Strength, so there was essentially no one who could contest his knife skills...

Like now, seeing Cheng San appear before him with a knife, Lin Feng thought it was simply amusing...

"Kid, don’t be scared, I’m not as ruthless as my boss won’t easily cripple limbs. But since you’re so oblivious, I think it’s necessary to let you bleed a little, so you’ll be smarter in the future and not mess with people you can’t afford to provoke... hahaha..."

Cheng San smirked coldly, as he gently stroked the blade with his tongue and sneered at Lin Feng.