Dashing Student

Chapter 67: A Desperate Fight

Before then,

If Zhao Chengfeng had recognized these three men as the murderers of the major 318 case, he would have waited for the main forces to arrive to deal with them.

After all, these three men were strong and capable.

But now,

his eyes only shined with excitement.

Because he believed the advice Chen Nan had given him before.

Although Chen Nan was young, his physiognomy had completely convinced him.

Because he had truly glimpsed his own fate.

Additionally, Chen Nan had said,

"The only way to break through is to place oneself in death’s path to find a new life."

That being so,

he had no reason not to believe Chen Nan.

He hung up the phone, then walked towards the three burly middle-aged men with a smile on his face.

Meanwhile, he took out a pack of soft Zhonghua cigarettes from his pocket, "Brother, could I borrow a lighter?"

He took out four cigarettes, distributed three to the three middle-aged men, and put the last one in his mouth.

Li Yao hadn’t heard the content of the phone call.

But seeing Zhao Chengfeng approaching the three middle-aged men under the pretext of borrowing a lighter, his heart suddenly trembled, and a sense of urgency arose.

Because he knew,

Zhao Chengfeng didn’t smoke!

Yet now he was getting close to these three burly men with cold, piercing eyes under the pretext of borrowing a lighter, which made him involuntarily think of the words Chen Nan had left behind.

Without a moment’s hesitation, he gave a covert signal to the driver in the car, hinting him to be ready to act according to the situation.

At the same time,

Zhao Chengfeng successfully borrowed a lighter.

It’s said that one does not strike a smiling face.

Zhao Chengfeng had shared Zhonghua cigarettes with those three middle-aged men, who, courteously enough, pulled out a lighter and lit the cigarette themselves, shielding the flame with one hand and bringing it up to Zhao Chengfeng.

This was the unspoken understanding among smokers.

But just as the flame barely touched the cigarette in Zhao Chengfeng’s mouth, his expression turned extraordinarily sharp, like a wild lion in a frenzy, emitting a chilling light.

In that instant of making eye contact with Zhao Chengfeng,

the middle-aged man’s face dramatically changed, a foreboding feeling arising spontaneously.

At that moment,

he felt as if Death itself had fixed its gaze on him.

Just as he was about to retreat, Zhao Chengfeng’s fist thunderously struck.

A simple right hook.

It landed heavily on the man’s jaw.

Bang!

Accompanied by a dull sound, the middle-aged man’s jaw was deformed, spewing fresh blood, and his body was flung several meters away, lying on the ground, lifeless.

Zhao Chengfeng, who had been a special police officer for fifteen years in his earlier days and still strictly adhered to his original training regime, had formidable close-combat abilities.

A full-force strike could produce an explosive force of two hundred kilograms.

This strength had already surpassed that of ordinary people.

"You’re courting death!"

Seeing their companion being knocked to the ground lifeless by Zhao Chengfeng’s punch, the other two men also became enraged, their eyes revealing a deadly intent.

They didn’t know why Zhao Chengfeng had attacked them for no reason,

but they each had a premonition.

It was highly possible that their whereabouts had been exposed.

It happened in the blink of an eye.

The two middle-aged men immediately drew daggers from their waists and viciously stabbed towards Zhao Chengfeng.

The daggers shimmered with a cold light under the sunlight, giving off a spine-chilling sensation.

The air seemed to freeze at that moment,

filling with a tense and dangerous atmosphere.

So much so that Li Yao was stunned in his place, never expecting the other party to actually pull out a knife.

However, Zhao Chengfeng did not back down.

His gaze was resolute.

As if he could see through all illusions.

He slightly tilted his body and slid his feet gently, dodging the first dagger’s blade at an unimaginable angle.

At the same time, his left hand shot out quickly, accurately seizing another middle-aged man’s wrist.

A powerful force transmitted along his arm, causing the man’s face to change drastically as the dagger nearly flew out of his hand.

"Hmph, a mere dagger, you think you can hurt me?" Zhao Chengfeng snorted coldly, his right fist ready to thrust again.

This time, he gathered all his strength, with air swirling around his fist, striking the chest of another middle-aged man with the sound of breaking wind.

Bang!

Another loud explosion.

This impact was even more ferocious.

The man was like being struck by a sledgehammer, his chest caved in, and he staggered backward.

Eventually, he fell hard on the ground, the dagger dropping from his hand, creating a crisp metallic clinking sound.

With that, all three middle-aged men had lost their ability to fight.

One lay on the ground, life or death uncertain.

The other two, faces filled with terror, couldn’t believe that they were defeated by this burly man.

But just as Zhao Chengfeng was about to take further action,

a sudden change occurred.

The man who had passed out from earlier suddenly sprang up, using all his strength to hurl the dagger in his hand at Zhao Chengfeng with astounding speed.

After throwing the dagger, he collapsed directly onto the ground.

"Watch out!" Li Yao exclaimed.

Zhao Chengfeng reacted quickly, but the distance was just too close.

By the time he sensed the danger, it was too late to dodge.

Only a stabbing noise was heard.

A wave of intense pain swept across his back.

Bright red blood instantly stained his clothes, trickling down onto the ground, presenting a horrible sight.

The excruciating pain contorted his face, but he gritted his teeth and persisted, his eyes glaring fiercely at the enemy before him.

"You... you all..." Zhao Chengfeng’s voice trembled with pain, but the determination in his eyes did not lessen by a bit, "I might die today, but I’ll make sure you face the law!"

With those words, he reached out with his right hand, grabbed the handle of the knife in his back, and pulled out the dagger with grim determination, his eyes cold and unforgiving as he advanced step by step towards those three middle-aged men.

The three middle-aged men saw this and a flicker of fear crossed their eyes.

Thinking Zhao Chengfeng had lost his fighting ability, they never expected him to stand up again, holding a dagger no less.

Yet, fear did not make them retreat.

For they knew.

A step back meant death.

Only by killing Zhao Chengfeng could they possibly survive.

"Kill him! Don’t let him have a chance to counterattack!" one middle-aged man bellowed as he charged at Zhao Chengfeng.

His movements were swift, but to Zhao Chengfeng, they seemed like slow motion.

Drawing on his years of special police experience, Zhao Chengfeng deftly dodged the attacks while looking for opportunities to counterstrike.

Suddenly, Zhao Chengfeng moved swiftly, utilizing the sharp dagger to slice open a deep gash in the abdomen of one of the middle-aged men.

A grievous scream rang out as the man clutched his blood-drenched stomach and fell to the ground, completely losing his fighting strength.

This time, Zhao Chengfeng did not hold back, and the dagger plunged precisely into the man’s stomach, blood spurting out.

The man’s eyes widened in disbelief as he fell to the ground, unable to move again.

The last middle-aged man, terrified, turned around to run.

But how could Zhao Chengfeng let him escape easily?

Fighting through the pain, he surged forward,

and his dagger accurately stabbed into the man’s back, hot blood splashing on Zhao Chengfeng’s face, looking utterly ferocious.

Zhao Chengfeng, too, exhausted after that stab, collapsed onto the ground···