The underground parking lot of the hospital was quiet and dimly lit.
Alfred, the butler, opened the car door for Victor. "Young Master, please."
Victor stood by the car door but didn't get in. He adjusted his leather gloves slowly, a playful smile appearing on his face.
"Uncle Alfred, take the bodyguards and wait for me at the exit."
"Sir?" Alfred was confused. "It's dangerous here. The lighting is poor..."
"Go," Victor ordered calmly. "I want to exercise a bit. There is a rat lurking in the shadows, and it won't come out if there are too many cats."
Alfred hesitated but nodded. He signaled the convoy to drive away, leaving Victor alone in the vast, empty parking lot.
The sound of engines faded away. Silence returned.
Victor lit a cigarette, the flame illuminating his handsome, indifferent face.
"Come out, Lin Feng. Hiding behind a pillar doesn't suit a 'War God'."
Step. Step. Step.
A figure walked out from the shadows. It was Lin Feng.
His clothes were dirty from being thrown out of the hospital, and his eyes were bloodshot. He looked like a wounded beast—dangerous and desperate.
"You knew I was here?" Lin Feng's voice was hoarse.
"Your killing intent stinks from a mile away," Victor blew out a puff of smoke. "So? Did you come to beg for money? Or did you come to beg for the medical cure?"
"I came to teach you a lesson!"
Lin Feng cracked his neck. A cruel grin appeared on his face.
"Victor, you stripped me of my dignity. You stole my credit. You turned the Su family against me. You rely on your money and your bodyguards to bully people."
Lin Feng took off his jacket, revealing his muscular arms.
"But now, your bodyguards are gone. It's just you and me."
"In this world, money is power. But in a dark alley, fists are power." Lin Feng clenched his fists. "I will break your limbs first. Then, I will force you to hand over the cure for Elder Su. Finally, I will make you kneel and record a video apologizing to me!"
Lin Feng was confident. He was a mercenary king! Even if his internal energy was only at 10%, dealing with a pampered rich kid like Victor should be as easy as crushing an ant.
"Are you scared?" Lin Feng taunted, seeing Victor standing still.
Victor threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stomped it out with his polished leather shoe.
"Scared?" Victor unbuttoned his suit jacket and tossed it aside. Underneath the shirt, his muscles were streamlined and perfect, full of explosive power.
"I sent my guards away not because I'm stupid," Victor beckoned Lin Feng with his finger. "But because I wanted to see... how weak a 'War God' truly is."
"Arrogant bastard! Die!"
Lin Feng roared and charged.
He moved fast! Like a cannonball!
He aimed a punch straight at Victor's face. This was his signature move, "The Dragon Fist." Usually, this punch would shatter a concrete wall.
Whoosh!
The punch hit... air.
"Too slow," a voice whispered in Lin Feng's ear.
Lin Feng's pupils shrank. 'How is this possible? He dodged it?'
Before he could react, Victor's hand had already grabbed Lin Feng's wrist. It felt like an iron clamp.
"Is this the strength of a War God?" Victor sneered. "My grandmother hits harder than this."
[System Activation: Master Fighting Skills]
Victor exerted force.
Crack!
"Arghhh!" Lin Feng screamed as his wrist was twisted at a gruesome angle.
But Victor didn't stop. He pulled Lin Feng closer and delivered a brutal knee strike to his stomach.
Bam!
Lin Feng coughed up bile. His body curled up like a shrimp.
"You... you know martial arts?" Lin Feng looked up in horror, clutching his stomach. "Who are you?! The intelligence report said you were just a useless playboy!"
"Intelligence is something you buy with money," Victor smoothed his shirt sleeves. "You are poor, so you are ignorant."
"I don't believe it!" Lin Feng roared, his eyes turning red. He pulled out a dagger from his boot. "I will kill you!"
He lunged again, abandoning all defense.
Victor stood his ground. His expression remained cold.
He sidestepped the dagger, grabbed Lin Feng's head with one hand, and smashed it onto the hood of a nearby car.
CRASH!
The car alarm started blaring. The windshield shattered.
Lin Feng slid down the car, blood trickling down his forehead. He tried to stand up, but his legs were trembling uncontrollably.
He was defeated. Completely.
Physically, mentally, and financially.
Victor walked over, grabbed Lin Feng by the hair, and forced him to look up.
"Look at you," Victor said softly. "You talk about justice, but you use violence when things don't go your way. You talk about strength, but you can't even beat a 'rich kid'."
"You are not a War God, Lin Feng. You are just a thug with a main character complex."
Victor let go. Lin Feng collapsed into a puddle of dirty water.
[Ding!] [Mission Accomplished: Defeat the Protagonist in combat.] [Reward: 3000 Destiny Points.] [Destiny Value of Lin Feng has dropped to 60%. (He is starting to lose his plot armor!)]
Victor wiped his hands with a handkerchief and threw it on Lin Feng's face.
"I won't kill you today. Killing you now would be too easy. I want you to watch as I take everything you care about—your women, your reputation, your future."
At this moment, the convoy of Rolls-Royces returned. The bodyguards rushed out, shocked to see the mess.
"Young Master! Are you okay?" Alfred asked anxiously.
"I'm fine. Just a little exercise," Victor got into the car. "Clean up the mess. And send the repair bill to Mr. Lin Feng."
The car drove away, leaving Lin Feng lying in the dark, clenching his fists in humiliation and hatred.