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The old doctor's gaze lingered on the wooden box for a moment, his withered fingers gently tracing its edge, as if feeling its texture or confirming something. His face still held a gentle smile: "Oh? Which friend entrusted this to you? This box…"

"The person who entrusted it to me said that the doctor will know after examining it." Lin Feng interrupted him, leaning forward slightly, an invisible pressure spreading out. "The item has been delivered, I will take my leave."

Having said that, he actually turned to leave. This was completely unexpected by the old doctor. Normally, when sending such a secret item, one would expect a reply, or at least confirmation that the recipient had received it.

"Wait a moment." The old doctor spoke, his voice still steady, but his pace slightly faster. "Friend, you've come a long way and must be tired. Why don't you come to the back room for a cup of tea? I'd like to ask about the well-being of the person you entrusted with this matter."

"No need." Lin Feng continued walking, already at the door. "The person who entrusted me only said they would deliver it, without giving any further instructions. Let's save the tea for next time."

Just as Lin Feng was about to step out of the clinic, a hint of urgency flashed in the old doctor's eyes. He gave a wink to a pharmacist beside him. The pharmacist understood, put down his steelyard, and hurried toward the back room.

Almost simultaneously, the atmosphere inside and outside the clinic changed abruptly. The idle men who had been sunbathing outside and the apprentices who were arranging medicinal herbs by the side door all seemed to be subtly fixing their gazes on Lin Feng and his companion. A faint, tense atmosphere, poised to erupt, filled the air.

Bai Xiaohe's fingers gently rested on the mechanism of the soft sword at her waist.

Lin Feng seemed oblivious, already stepping one foot across the threshold.

"Please wait, sir!" The old doctor's voice finally took on a stern tone. He stood up, his previous gentle and kind demeanor completely gone, his eyes sharp as needles. "Do you know what's inside this box?"

Lin Feng stopped and turned halfway around, his profile appearing somewhat cold and hard in the light and shadow at the doorway: "I don't know. I'm not interested either. I'm just a deliveryman."

"Delivering something?" The old doctor sneered. "This box is made of South China Sea ebony, and sealed with Western Region sealing wax. Ordinary people have never even seen anything like it. Didn't the person who entrusted it to you tell you that this item is of great importance and must be handed over to the rightful owner in person with a receipt?!"

"Oh? There's such a rule?" Lin Feng raised an eyebrow, as if he had just heard it. "Unfortunately, the person who entrusted me with this didn't mention it. Perhaps he forgot, or perhaps... he felt it wasn't necessary." His gaze swept over the seemingly ordinary "staff" and "apprentices" in the clinic, who were actually forming a subtle encirclement. "Or perhaps he felt that with my skills, delivering it would be sufficient."

This statement is a blatant provocation!

The old doctor's face darkened. He knew the other party was feigning ignorance, but actually had ill intentions and seemed to know something about their background. He dropped the pretense and slammed his fist on the table: "Take them down! Alive!"

"Splash!"

The clinic's doors and windows were instantly slammed shut from the outside! Seven or eight burly men rushed out from the side door and the back room at the same time, wielding not swords or knives, but uniformly copper-plated short sticks and fishing nets. They moved in perfect unison, heading straight for Lin Feng and Bai Xiaohe! The two idlers outside the door also suddenly threw off their outer garments, revealing their tight-fitting clothes underneath, and blocked the doorway.

This is definitely not an ordinary clinic! Judging from their demeanor, they are clearly well-trained private soldiers or guards, skilled in subduing rather than killing.

In a flash, Lin Feng made his move.

Instead of retreating, he took a sudden step forward, his shoulder slamming into a burly man charging towards him like a battering ram! The burly man, caught off guard by the unexpected attack, staggered backward, his fishing net still in his hand.

At the same time, Lin Feng's left hand shot out like lightning, accurately grabbing the wrist of another person's short stick that was being thrown at him. With a twist and pull, the person screamed and lost his balance, becoming Lin Feng's human shield and blocking the attack coming from the side.

Bai Xiaohe moved like a butterfly flitting among flowers. She didn't draw her sword, but instead used the narrow space to her advantage, swaying her body and focusing on attacking the lower body. Her toes precisely kicked the back of the knees and ankles of the net holders. Her technique was cunning and ruthless. There were continuous sounds of "crack" and "ouch" as three people fell to the ground in an instant, clutching their legs and screaming in pain, with fishing nets scattered all over the ground.

Lin Feng snatched a short stick, its weight heavy in his hand. With a flick of his wrist, the stick transformed into a blur of black shadows, employing no fancy moves, only the simplest and most direct chopping, sweeping, and smashing techniques! Each strike was powerful and precise, hitting the opponent's wrist, elbow, or shinbone!

"Snap!" "Smack!"

The sounds of bones cracking and the dull thuds of short clubs striking flesh echoed one after another. These burly men, though well-trained, had never witnessed such fierce, direct, and efficient close combat. Every strike from Lin Feng went straight for the vital points that rendered them unable to fight; his movements were clean and swift, without a single wasted movement, like a precise and ruthless killing machine.

In just a few breaths, most of the seven or eight people who rushed at them had fallen to the ground, and the rest were forced into a corner by Lin Feng and Bai Xiaohe, their faces filled with horror.

The old doctor's expression finally changed. He suddenly pulled out a long, thin, strangely shaped weapon, resembling a bloodletting needle, from under his desk. With surprising speed, he thrust it straight at Lin Feng's back! This old fellow was indeed hiding his true strength!

However, Lin Feng seemed to have eyes in the back of his head. The moment the old doctor made his move, he nimbly slid to the side and dodged, then swept the short stick he had snatched backward!

"clang!"

The short stick clashed with the strangely shaped weapon, producing a metallic clang! The old doctor's wrist trembled violently, and he almost dropped the weapon. He was shocked: What immense strength!

Lin Feng gave him no chance to breathe, his short stick raining down like a storm, each strike as heavy as a thousand pounds, forcing the old doctor to retreat and parry repeatedly, his hands splitting open and his blood churning. His ingenious and vicious moves were utterly useless against Lin Feng's absolute power and speed!

"Bang!"

Finally, Lin Feng deflected the old doctor's weapon with a single blow, and with his other hand, he reached out like an iron clamp, instantly grabbing the old doctor's throat, lifting him up, and slamming him heavily onto the medicine cabinet! The medicine jars shattered on the floor with a crash.

"Now," Lin Feng leaned closer to the old doctor's face, flushed with suffocation and fear, his voice icy, "can you tell me what's in this box? And whose people are you? The Prince of Lin's? Or... the owner behind this token?"

With his other hand, he took out the black ghost-head token and waved it in front of the old doctor.

The old doctor's pupils constricted, and he stared intently at the token, making a "hoarse" sound in his throat.

Lin Feng loosened his grip slightly, allowing him to barely make a sound.

"...You...you've messed with the wrong person..." the old doctor hissed, his eyes filled with resentment and a hint of incredulous fear. "This token...is the symbol of 'Crimson Abyss'...if you take it...you're doomed..."

"Red Abyss?" Lin Feng's gaze sharpened. A new name.

"The Crimson Abyss..." The old doctor gave a bitter laugh, seemingly knowing he was doomed, and instead recklessly declared, "That's an existence even older and more mysterious than the Crimson Feather Clan... They guard the secrets of the North... You've committed a grave offense!"