Dual wielding volcanoes, killing through the west

Chapter 161: Only the banquet will continue (Part 46)

He no longer needed to look at the sketch; this scene, this muddy path, would occasionally appear in his dreams.

The Nordlin Hotel was once a prestigious and unparalleled hotel.

"No poor commoners allowed"—this is the hotel's publicly stated motto. All the chefs, security guards, and waiters serve only the lords, lads, ladies, and mistresses of the Nordlin family.

In other words, this is their designated banquet venue. Any business related to the Nordlin family that involves a meal will inevitably be held here. In White Torch Town, if you can step into this restaurant, it means you are a friend of the Nordlin family, and you will definitely have the green light all the way. You will walk out with your head held high amidst the envious and admiring gazes of others.

Therefore, it was called "the feast in Nordlin" and now this "feast in Wendigo" is somewhat of a tribute to it.

Time has passed, the people who host the banquet have changed, the people who attend the banquet have changed, the tables have been turned again and again, but the banquet continues.

One hundred years, one thousand years, ten thousand years, Zhang Renfeng understood that as long as there were people, the banquet would continue indefinitely.

Even a centipede with a hundred legs doesn't die easily; after the Nordlin family was wiped out, the restaurant remained standing for a while. However, as customers gradually stopped patronizing it, it eventually had to abandon the name. Afterwards, people said that the place was cursed by the Red Center, and business declined more and more, changing hands several times.

Eventually, with the erosion of time, its glamorous exterior peeled away, becoming dilapidated and turning into the "Pearl Shell Restaurant" it is today.

The dents on the iron gate were clearly visible. Zhang Renfeng touched them and couldn't help but laugh.

"It's still here..." He shook his head. "I guess he doesn't have the money to replace it."

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"Get out of here, go beg somewhere else!" The guard at the gate waved his hand impatiently as Zhang Renfeng walked towards him, as if shooing away a fly. "Do you know where you are, Huang Fan? The Nordlin family is discussing important matters. While I'm in a good mood, you better disappear, you hear me?"

Zhang Renfeng walked straight toward him without stopping, his eyes as if dead.

"Damn it, I think you're tired of living..."

"Boom-!!"

A powerful kick, several meters away, sent the burly man, weighing at least 75 kilograms, slamming him against the iron gate! With a soft thud, his back slammed against it, the intricately patterned steel bars now becoming sharp blades piercing his body. Like the Australian shrike's method of killing, only this time, it wasn't antlers that pierced him, but steel.

The sudden pain extinguished all reason; he couldn't even lift his arm, let alone fire a gun, and could only scream.

"Ah—!! Ah…"

"laugh!"

Zhang Renfeng pressed down on his forehead and forcefully pushed his head through the openwork decoration of the iron gate, ending his suffering in one fell swoop.

Without thinking, he pressed his fingers against his neck, groped downwards, and hooked his collarbone. With a flick of his fingers, he pulled a sharp piece of bone out from under the flesh!

With a slight raise of his left arm, he gently severed the carotid artery of another guard.

He frantically covered his wound, but could only watch as the blood gushed out, leaving a shadow in his peripheral vision.

"Ah...ah..."

If you can't stand, lean against the wall; if you can't lean against it, you slip and fall into the mud.

His eyes were wide open, and he seemed very confused. How could guarding a gate lead to his death?

"Don't worry, you guys go scout ahead first," Zhang Renfeng said calmly. "There are plenty of other people behind us."

"boom--!!"

He kicked open the tightly locked iron gate, sending rain and mud splashing out. The unfortunate man hanging on the gate was pierced even deeper by the kick and soon breathed his last. At the same time, amidst the rising thunder, Zhang Renfeng, like the owner of the place, slowly walked inside.

The sound of hurried footsteps approached, and the Nordlin family guards, noticing the noise, rushed over. But when they saw what was happening, they were still horrified.

The Nordlin family employs numerous bodyguards, but they are only capable of ostentatious displays and bullying. No one has ever truly dared to attack a member of the Nordlin family; it seems the mere prestige of their surname is enough to protect them.

When authoritarianism is constantly emphasized and repeated, it becomes taken for granted. The Nordlin family "owns" this town; they are the local tyrants, living in a completely different world from the common people who wallow in the mud every day.

No matter how sharp a claw is, it will become dull if it is not sharpened for a long time; no matter how sharp a tooth is, it will atrophy if it is not used to bite. Subconsciously, they did not believe that anyone would attack them. Today was just an ordinary day. Their job was to wear black suits and use their tall stature and dense numbers to tell the noble lords and young masters inside that they were dining in a safe place.

Therefore, when Zhang Renfeng suddenly raised his hand and threw something, no one reacted in time.

"laugh!"

One blow pierced the throat, and blood, like red wine, gushed out.

"...Bone...bones!?"

Who could believe that Zhang Renfeng threw a bone that pierced another person's throat?

How can you throw so accurately?

Where did the bones come from?!

"ah----!!!!"

Zhang Renfeng suddenly roared, like a wild beast stimulated by the smell of blood. He crouched low and charged out of the pouring rain. The crowd was startled at first, but when they reacted, he executed a swift and decisive sliding tackle, snapping the leader's leg with a crack.

Having reached this point, there was no room for negotiation, and Zhang Renfeng had made up his mind in an instant.

Two gusts of wind filled my ears.

The mark indicates that the throat has been pierced.

Strangle, twist, and throw.

Two dragons playing with a pearl.

Slam the temple.

……

They unleashed a barrage of deadly moves, all in an effort to inflict maximum damage in the shortest amount of time. For the sake of momentum, these guys huddled together upon entering, quickly leveling the playing field and diminishing the distance advantage of guns. Zhang Renfeng charged into their midst like a wolf among sheep, claws flashing, tearing and biting left and right. In no time, he was the only one left standing in the torrential rain.

Raindrops fell, washing over his body, but they could not extinguish the soaring killing intent emanating from him.

He opened his eyes halfway and looked at a guard whose ribs he had broken, who was still alive and struggling to crawl out.

"No...please..." he pleaded desperately as Zhang Renfeng approached, "Please let me go this once, I have a child and an old mother..."

"You have a family too?" Zhang Renfeng sneered. "I thought you all sprang from rocks."

"Boom-!!"

Without any mercy, they stomped on his neck, breaking it and sending him to his death.

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……

The surge of bloodlust in his memories made Zhang Renfeng lick his lips.

Looking at the dilapidated Pearl Shell Restaurant in front of him, with almost no security, a complicated smile appeared on Zhang Renfeng's lips.

He pushed open the door, and memories, like a soft veil, enveloped him, pulling him back into them.

Chapter 162: This is none of your business, all of you, get out of here (Part 47)

"Those who received the invitation tonight are the pillars of this town. Hold your heads high, gentlemen. Because of you, Baiju Town has become even better. You are the guiding lights of order, and role models that everyone in the town should learn from!"

"Today is a family banquet of the Nordlin family. We are all one family, brothers and sisters who eat from the same bowl. Here, in the name of the Nordlin family, I promise that you who have boarded my small boat today will never be treated unfairly, as long as I have a bite to eat. The days ahead are long, and on this land, only those who work hard will reap wealth."

"I not only want to build railways, but also mine more mineral veins. When I invested in this town, I was attracted by its appreciation potential. It is a transportation hub, and there are abundant mineral resources nearby. The latest valuation report for the mineral resources inside has been released, and the mineral resources inside are enough for us to develop for more than twenty years!"

"Ladies and gentlemen, you can imagine how wonderful the future will be. This is our opportunity. And also..."

"Boom!"

At the most exciting moment, the tightly closed door was pushed open, and Zhang Renfeng walked in slowly with a deep expression, like a beast released from its cage.

Before entering, he tore off a piece of his sleeve and tied it to his face, using it as a triangular mask. Everyone's attention was drawn to him: the men in expensive suits, paired with elegant cufflinks and high-end watches; the ladies in luxurious evening gowns, adorned with diamonds and jewels; and the elderly and children, worlds apart from ordinary people... All eyes were focused on him, and all sorts of gazes converged on him.

His body was covered in large patches of blood, which began to elicit small screams.

The lavish hall was eerily silent.

The speaker was a man in his fifties who appeared to have a very volatile temper. Despite his age, he was remarkably energetic, radiating the vigor of a young man. He seemed very unhappy about being interrupted, and upon seeing Zhang Renfeng, his first reaction was not fear, but rather anger.

"What are you all doing! Isn't there anyone at the door? How could you let such a vile creature barge in?!" He waved his hand impatiently. "Get him out of here right now! I don't want to see this rat from the gutter again..."

"boom!"

Blood splattered.

Without a word, Zhang Renfeng shot and broke his right hand.

If most people weren't aware of what was happening when he barged in, then this shot was a wake-up call for everyone. The Nordlin family had been entrenched in White Torch Town for too long and their reputation was too illustrious. Before Zhang Renfeng actually fired the shot, no one believed that he would really take action against this local tyrant who had oppressed the people for several years.

But that's what he did.

"Ah—!!" The old man's pupils dilated to their maximum size instantly. The hand that could decide the fate of countless people with a mere flick of the wrist was now a mangled mess of flesh. He collapsed to the ground in agony, screaming, "My hand...my hand!!!"

“You’ll bleed,” Zhang Renfeng said calmly, firing another shot into the air. He added in a deep voice, “I’m only after someone with the surname Nordlin; it’s none of anyone else’s business…”

"Everyone go away."

……

Those who could attend this banquet were all extremely astute; they could easily see through the situation. They all rose, circled around him, and fled through the main entrance. Zhang Renfeng seemed rooted to the spot, unmoved and unblinking, his eyes fixed intently on the Nordlin family seated in their high positions.

Perhaps to highlight their family's uniqueness, their seats are about two steps higher than others, as prestigious as emperors, allowing them to sit high and look down on others.

At this moment, this also clearly distinguishes them from the crowd. I wonder if they feel even the slightest bit of regret about it.

"Quickly, kill him!" A member of the Nordlin family realized something was wrong and shouted at the guards, "You push forward, quick! Otherwise, from today onwards, your company can forget about getting a single penny from me—!!"

……

When the patron gave the order, the guards had no choice but to go in, but before they could draw their guns, Zhang Renfeng suddenly let out a roar that was both human and beastly.

Push off the ground and stand up.

As if unbound by gravity, he rotated in the air, using his waist as an axis, and raised his right leg like a battle axe, then chopped it down heavily!

"Thump—!!"

The exquisite marble floor was dented, cracks spreading outwards like a spiderweb. Everyone was startled by his actions; accustomed to his domineering ways, they were terrified by this type of man, even slowing down their attempts to draw their guns.

Zhang Renfeng knew exactly what he was going to do. He stomped on the ground again, widening the crack. The floor here wasn't wood, but thick marble slabs. Zhang Renfeng bent down, his ten fingers, as if cast in bronze and iron, gripping the edge of a piece of gravel tightly, and suddenly exerted force with his waist!

"boom!"

He picked up a large, thick piece of marble.

With his left foot stepping out and his right foot crossing, his entire body formed a perfect "T" shape. Taking a deep breath, Zhang Renfeng hurled the marble slab he had pried off!

……

"Boom————!!!"

Like bowling, it takes a lot of effort at first, but when you see the pins being knocked down in one hit, all the hard work turns into a sense of accomplishment, and it's all worth it!

It would kill you if you were just brushed against it.

A whistling stone, unwittingly, smashed several unlucky souls blocking the road into mincemeat, eventually embedding itself in the back door. A deafening crash followed, twisting the door panel and frame together.

There was dead silence.

The guards' expressions were ashen—after witnessing what had just happened, anyone who still dared to draw their gun was practically a superhuman.

“I told you, I’m only looking for people with the surname Nordlin, it has nothing to do with you.” Zhang Renfeng didn’t make any further moves, but just looked at him with a cold gaze and tilted his head. “Get out of here.”

……

The journey from hell to heaven can be instantaneous.

As if granted a pardon, the guards quickly moved their trembling legs and filed out through the main gate.

"No...wait! Wait a minute!"

"I paid you to be here, we...we have a contract...we have a contract!! You can't break the agreement—!"

Those who hold high positions for too long become stagnant and their thinking becomes dull. They are used to using contracts and money to dissect everything, but they don't realize that when disaster strikes, life will find its own way.

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This magnificent hall is primarily semi-enclosed.

Besides the main entrance, there was only one side door and a back door that Zhang Renfeng had physically "closed." One of the younger men, Nordlin, couldn't bear the sight of the carnage and tried to run away, but Zhang Renfeng shot him in the knee, breaking it.

He fell to the ground with a thud, clutching his broken right leg, crying and screaming for his parents.

"Don't go, don't go!" Seeing that the bystanders had all left, he took off the mask covering his face and tossed it aside. With his left hand, he pointed a gun at the family, while his right hand grabbed a piece of bread from the table, dipped it in scallop soup, and took a big bite. "No rush, I haven't had dinner yet tonight..."

"Let's eat first and then talk."