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As midnight approached, all was quiet.

The bustling state capital docks during the day are now shrouded in a slumbering tranquility.

In the distance, a few passenger ships returning late still had scattered lights on, like the weary eyes of a giant beast.

Warehouse No. 3 at the dock is located in a relatively remote western corner of the cargo yard, near an abandoned old shipyard. The warehouse is tall and dark, with peeling and mottled walls. Only a single, dilapidated lamp hangs above the side door, swaying precariously in the night wind and casting a dim, flickering glow that barely illuminates a small patch of slippery ground in front of the door.

About thirty paces from the side door of the warehouse, behind a pile of neatly stacked burlap sacks, several dark figures lay lurking like stone sculptures, blending into the heavy shadows. Only their occasional blinking eyes betrayed the presence of living people.

It was Lin Feng, Liu Sandao, Hou Qi, and two other nimble men whom Lin Feng had selected that afternoon—one nicknamed "Loach," slippery and alert; the other called "Iron Head," strong and steady.

All five were dressed in short clothes, and their faces were simply smeared with soot from the bottom of a pot to cover their true appearances.

Liu Sandao and "Iron Head" had bulging pouches at their waists, concealing short sticks and daggers; "Mudfish" had a grappling hook rope hidden in his sleeve; Hou Qi carried a small, empty satchel, his eyes darting around in the darkness, vigilantly observing his surroundings. Lin Feng was empty-handed, with only a few sturdy strips of cloth wrapped around his forearms. His entire body was like a taut bowstring, his breathing long and steady, his gaze sharp as an eagle's, firmly locking onto the side door of the warehouse through the gaps in the burlap sack.

Time passed second by second in the silence and cold of waiting.

Suddenly, the lamp on the side door of the warehouse was gently shaken three times from the inside—the agreed-upon signal!

coming!

Almost the instant the code was given, Lin Feng shouted in a low voice, "Ready!"

The five men tensed up simultaneously, like cheetahs poised to pounce. Liu Sandao and "Iron Head" quietly moved to the edge of the sack pile, ready to rush out and provide cover. "Mudfish's" grappling hook had already slipped into his hand. Hou Qi gripped the straps of his satchel tightly.

The side door of the warehouse creaked open, opening just wide enough for one person to pass through. Two men dressed in dockworkers' short jackets, their expressions tense, were the first to emerge. They glanced around warily, then gestured to the inside. Immediately afterward, four similarly dressed men, working in pairs, laboriously carried out two heavy wooden crates, each about five feet long and two feet wide and high, tightly bound with oilcloth and straw rope.

Is it silk? Judging from the size of the box and the way the people carrying it are struggling, it must be quite heavy. Lin Feng's gaze narrowed slightly, but he had no time to examine it closely at the moment.

Just as the last box was being carried out of the warehouse and the men carrying it were about to breathe a sigh of relief, something unexpected happened!

"Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Two crossbow bolts shot out without warning from behind a pile of abandoned ship planks diagonally opposite the warehouse, accurately striking the two men carrying the boxes in the back! The two men didn't even utter a sound before collapsing to the ground, the heavy boxes crashing onto the cold, wet ground with a thud!

"There's an ambush!"

"Hurry up!"

The remaining two men carrying the crates and the two lookouts at the door were terrified, screaming as they tried to scatter and flee. However, from behind the pile of ship planks and the cargo pile further away, seven or eight dark figures suddenly sprang out, wielding gleaming knives. Without a word, they rushed straight for the warehouse door and the two crates! Their movements were swift and their coordination impeccable; they were clearly not ordinary thieves, but rather well-trained…assassins? Or members of the canal gang?

"Attack!" Lin Feng's eyes flashed with cold light. Before his low roar had even finished, he shot out from behind the pile of sacks like an arrow! His target was the two men in black who were closest to him and were rushing towards a box!

The two men in black were clearly caught off guard by the sudden attack from their flanks and hastily parried with their knives.

However, Lin Feng was too fast, and his movements were even more unpredictable and ruthless! He ducked down, slipping through the gap between the two slashing waist knives like an eel. His left hand formed a palm and swiftly sliced ​​into the wrist of one of the men holding the knife. With a crisp "crack," the man's wrist bone broke, and he screamed in agony as the knife slipped from his hand! At the same time, Lin Feng's right foot silently hooked up, his toes like cones, and precisely kicked the other man's knee! The man cried out in pain and knelt on one knee.

The whole process was so fast it was dazzling, and the two men in black were instantly rendered unable to fight.

Without even looking, Lin Feng lunged forward and reached the fallen box. He grabbed the straw rope with one hand, exhaled, and lifted the nearly 200-pound box with one arm, then swung it backward. The box arced through the air and landed steadily at the feet of the charging "Iron Head"!

"Iron Head! Carry him away!"

"Iron Head" let out a low growl, bent down and hoisted the box onto his shoulder. Without hesitation, he turned and rushed toward a gap in the fence on the outskirts of the cargo yard that he had scouted beforehand! He was strong and steady, and his pace was still not slow even while carrying the box.

On the other side, Liu Sandao and "Mudfish" also rushed out at the same time. Liu Sandao was lame and could not fight at close range, but he was experienced and used a short stick to target the lower body. With the help of "Mudfish's" slippery and tricky movements and grappling with his grappling hook, he managed to entangle two men in black who were rushing towards another box.

Hou Qi, quick-witted, didn't rush forward to fight. Instead, like a startled rabbit, he used the shadow of the pile of goods to scramble and crawl to the remaining crate. He wasn't strong enough to lift it, so he simply spread his satchel on the ground, pushed the crate over, hastily wrapped it in the satchel, and, holding onto the two corners, managed to drag the crate up on the slippery ground. Though slow, it was moving in another direction!

"Damn it! Stop them!" The leader of the men in black was both shocked and furious. He shouted sharply, his knife flashing as he forced Liu Sandao back and was about to pounce on Hou Qi, who was struggling to move with his suitcase.

However, the moment he moved, a dark figure appeared before him like a ghost! It was Lin Feng!

"Your opponent is me." Lin Feng's voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable coldness.

His hands were empty, but his towering, mountain-like figure and sharp, knife-like eyes made the black-clad leader shudder and involuntarily stop in his tracks.

"You're courting death!" The black-clad leader, intimidated by Lin Feng's imposing aura, roared in fury. His waist knife transformed into a dazzling flash of light as he slashed down at Lin Feng's head! His swordsmanship was ruthless and incredibly swift, clearly the work of a master!

Lin Feng neither dodged nor evaded. The instant the blade touched his body, he shifted his feet strangely, narrowly avoiding the blade. At the same time, his right hand moved like a venomous snake, swift as lightning, aiming straight for the black-clad leader's exposed armpit, exposed by his swing of the knife! If this strike landed, it would be enough to paralyze half of his body instantly!

The leader in black was shocked, not expecting his opponent to be so skilled. In his haste, he couldn't retaliate in time and could only twist his body and take Lin Feng's thrust with his left shoulder.

"puff!"

A dull thud echoed. The black-clad leader felt a sharp, tingling pain in his left shoulder, half of his body almost losing control, and he was horrified. The force of that thrust was incredibly heavy! He dared not be careless any longer, retreating hastily while shouting to his men, "Attack together! Kill the leader first!"

Upon hearing this, the remaining four men in black who were not entangled immediately abandoned Liu Sandao and "Mudfish" and attacked Lin Feng with their swords! The flashing blades blocked all of Lin Feng's escape routes.

"Master Lin, be careful!" Hou Qi, who was panting and dragging a suitcase in the distance, shouted in alarm.

Liu Sandao and "Mudfish" were also anxious and wanted to come to the rescue, but they were held back by two other men in black.

Despite being surrounded by five skilled knife-wielders, Lin Feng remained completely calm.

A cold glint flashed in his eyes. Instead of retreating, he advanced, his figure weaving and darting through the flashing blades like a ghost! Without a weapon, his fists, feet, elbows, and knees—every part of his body—became the most lethal weapon! Every strike was precise and ruthless, hitting joints and vital points directly! There were no unnecessary flourishes; all were killing techniques honed on the battlefield!

"Bang!" A punch landed on the wrist of a man holding a knife, and the knife flew away!

"Crack!" A side kick landed on the side of another person's knee, sending him to his knees!

"Thud!" An elbow strike to the third person's ribs sent him sprawling to the ground with a muffled groan!

"Slap!" The edge of the palm struck the fourth person's neck like a knife, and everything went black!

In the blink of an eye, within just a few breaths, four of the attacking men in black had fallen.

The black-clad leader felt a chill run down his spine. What kind of monster was this?! Fighting bare-handed against blades, and still so ferocious!

"Go!" Seeing that the situation was hopeless, the leader of the black-clad men made a decisive move. He shouted sharply, feinted a strike with his sword to force Lin Feng aside, and then turned and fled into the darkness. The two remaining men in black-clad men who were still able to move quickly followed, not even caring about their companion.