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Lin Feng had never received traditional racing training, neither in this life nor in his previous one. However, years of being a mercenary had made him extremely familiar with the high-speed driving style that involved being chased.
In those situations that could not be called a chase but rather a hunt, Lin Feng faced only two outcomes: he either won and escaped, or he lost—and losing meant losing his life.
Therefore, Lin Feng was absolutely confident that the driving skills he honed through life-and-death training were far beyond those of an ordinary racer on the track.
At that moment, Liu Jing was also stunned by Lin Feng's desperate driving skills. She was considered a top racer herself, but her skills were cultivated on the track with gasoline and tires; she could not compare to Lin Feng.
On many turns that Liu Jing thought were impossible and dared not attempt, Lin Feng seemed to throw caution to the wind as he charged out from those extremely dangerous angles. Drifting became inevitable, yet Lin Feng always narrowly avoided obstacles and continued forward.
Seeing this so-called top racer sweating for once, Liu Jing realized that Lin Feng was not just recklessly driving out of desperation; it was a habit—he was accustomed to taking risks and driving from unconventional angles.
For a moment, Liu Jing saw some shadows of iron-blooded soldiers in this seemingly delicate man. However, she found it strange that this man had no scars and his face was quite fair; at first glance, he looked like a pretty boy.
Of course, this pretty boy had none of the traits typically associated with such a persona—he was domineering and preferred to solve problems with violence. Rubbing her fist that Lin Feng had just gripped, Liu Jing felt curious about him.
After several turns, Lin Feng involuntarily began to recall his experiences as a mercenary before his rebirth. The intense thrill of escaping danger surged back into his heart; it was exhilarating and even wonderful.
Unconsciously, a charming smile curved at the corner of Lin Feng's mouth—a smile born from living an adventurous life, something he hadn't experienced since his rebirth.
For a moment, Lin Feng felt as if he had returned to the past—the familiar sensation of crawling through piles of corpses and the nightly worry about whether an enemy would slit his throat from behind.
That feeling was thrilling and addictive; once it emerged, the excitement surpassed that of any stimulant. In the face of overwhelming survival instincts, human potential could be tapped into without limits.
This is also why many mercenaries become addicted to drugs or women after retiring; only in such ways can they reach the heights of excitement they experienced on the battlefield and avoid feeling empty.
Ultimately, this is a fast track to self-destruction—a way to harm both themselves and others—but they indulge in it relentlessly. It is indeed a tragedy.
In comparison, after retiring in his previous life, Lin Feng could numb himself with alcohol, which was a slower form of suicide. Moreover, it was a way of release that only harmed himself and did not affect others.
Looking at the charming smile on Lin Feng's face, Liu Jing felt a moment of confusion. This had nothing to do with infatuation; it was simply an appreciation from someone who enjoyed thrills for the extreme stimulation he was experiencing.
"This man is quite interesting!" Liu Jing became curious about Lin Feng again.
The car accelerated, the gas pedal pressed to the floor repeatedly. At this moment, besides wanting to shake off the enemies behind, Lin Feng was also indulging in that familiar thrill within him. He hated this familiarity because once that feeling surged, he would no longer be the Lin Feng he knew but a bloodthirsty devil. At the same time, this feeling also meant he was closer to death.
There was an extremely dangerous turn ahead; the steering wheel in Lin Feng's hands felt like a toy he could manipulate at will, constantly turning to find the right angle and position.
" screech..." Lin Feng finally found a secluded spot. The four unfortunate men behind had now become his targets for release.
"Keep an eye on her; don't let her get out!" Lin Feng instructed Li Zhong, completely ignoring Liu Jing, who was still dissatisfied with Lin Feng's sudden stop amidst their racing excitement.
After giving his orders, Lin Feng got out of the car and leaned against the door, watching as the four big men got out of their vehicle behind him.
"Don't you think this is excessive?" Lin Feng said without courtesy, yet his expression remained calm and unbothered.
"Acting on someone's orders, loyal to our duty!" The apparent leader, Scarred Man, replied with a hint of helplessness in his tone.
Damn it, you tied up the lady and still say we're being excessive? Scarred Man felt quite helpless about Lin Feng's thick skin.
Lin Feng indeed had thick skin, but this time he wasn't pretending to be clueless; he genuinely didn't know that the woman in the car was the casino owner's daughter. That accusation was unfair to him.
"Why aren't you raising your guns? I remember you all like to brandish them in situations like this; it would be safer, wouldn't it?" Lin Feng continued speaking nonchalantly.
"I admire your boldness. Today we have offended you, sir. Please hand over the lady to us so we can report back. Let's consider today's matter settled, shall we?" Whether it was admiration for Lin Feng's audacity or something else, Scarred Man spoke directly. Now that the lady was in their hands, he couldn't do much. Originally, they intended to capture Lin Feng; now taking the lady back should hopefully not incur any wrath from their manager.
After all, the lady was the daughter of the head of headquarters; even the highest-ranking manager of the casino had to obey her. The safety of the lady was of utmost importance.
Unexpectedly, Lin Feng found himself capturing the opponent's lady by accident. He felt that his luck was quite good tonight, but at this moment, he changed his mind and quickly walked towards them.
Originally, he was supposed to engage in a fight, perhaps even needing to use the magic ring to block some bullets. However, doing so would expose the magic ring, which was a last resort. Since he now had their lady in his grasp, Lin Feng was confident he could take away their guns and then knock them out without anyone noticing.
Soon, Lin Feng reached their side amidst their wary gazes, standing among them. In an instant, he had collected their handguns into the magic ring.
Then, he left the spot, and the four of them were still unaware that Lin Feng had taken their guns.
He stood firm and turned around, holding one gun in each hand. The dark gun barrels and familiar gun bodies made it clear to them that their handguns were gone, conveniently ending up in Lin Feng's hands.
Although Lin Feng had used the magic ring, it was at least not too shocking. This way, the four of them could survive; for now, Lin Feng just wanted to give each of them a knock on the head to let them sleep for a while. Wasn't that a pretty good deal? Originally, each of them was supposed to have a bullet.
Very good; they were still equipped with silencers—quite professional. Lin Feng praised silently and aimed a shot at the windshield of the Audi they had arrived in.
It must be said that the silencer worked excellently. Shooting at glass with a gun felt particularly satisfying when it was an Audi windshield; everyone had some degree of destructive impulse but usually kept it well under control.
Lin Feng was no exception, but at this moment, besides satisfying his urge to destroy, he wanted to show them that he could shoot.
Great! He encountered a few very obedient people; at least they would be compliant as hostages in the hands of the enemy. Seeing the four of them raise their hands in fear, Lin Feng felt quite satisfied.
Although he thought this method was somewhat shameless, when it came to enemies, shamelessness was just fine. Lin Feng's sense of shame wasn't affected by this little detail.
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