45: Chapter 45 Kicking down the iron gate, you call this an ordinary person?

Just as the Bald Stout Man was grinning hideously and reaching out to grab Ye Qingcheng's hair,

"Boom—!" A dull, explosive sound came from the direction of the warehouse gate!

That massive iron door, weighing several hundred catties, was actually torn right off its frame by an incomprehensible, tremendous force!

Amidst a harsh sound of twisting metal, the warped iron door tumbled through the air, rust flaking off it like rain under the floodlights.

It whistled over the heads of two mercenaries with a terrifying sound of wind, before finally slamming with a "clang" into a stack of shelves a dozen meters away!

The entire warehouse floor shook, causing dust and debris on the shelves to cascade down.

Everyone was stunned by this surreal scene.

The seven well-trained mercenaries, along with Ye Qingcheng, who was lying on the ground, all turned their heads in unison to look at the empty entrance, where only a twisted door frame remained.

"Fuck! Is this something a human can do?"

"Is it a monster? The door... the door flew off?"

The mercenary closest to the entrance subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

That iron door had just flown right past his scalp; had it been a few centimeters lower, his head would have already been reduced to a pile of mush.

At the entrance, a figure stood silhouetted against the light.

Qin Feng stood there just like that, dressed in simple black sportswear.

He lifted a foot, gently flicking away non-existent dust from his pant leg, his face completely expressionless.

His gaze passed over the few mercenaries standing there dumbfounded and landed immediately on Ye Qingcheng, who was lying on the ground.

So disheveled. That was Qin Feng's only thought.

Today, Ye Qingcheng wasn't wearing her police uniform; her black jacket had been torn open, revealing the white shirt underneath, but the shirt was covered in dust and footprints, and even had a tear in it.

The knees of her jeans were worn through, and her fair skin was stained with blood and grime.

That face, which always carried a hint of arrogance, was now swollen on the left cheek, with blood hanging from the corner of her mouth. Her ponytail had come undone, and a few strands of black hair clung messily to her sweat-dampened forehead.

Yet even so, the light in her eyes had not been completely extinguished.

She looked at him, her eyes filled with a mixture of shock, confusion, and a hint of... humiliation that even she hadn't realized was there.

To be beaten like this. Given her temperament, it was probably worse than death for her.

Deep within Qin Feng's eyes, the last trace of warmth completely vanished.

"Kid, you actually dared to come! Don't think that just because you have some explosives, you can do whatever you want."

The Bald Stout Man was the first to react. He forced down the shock in his heart, found a plausible excuse, and roared at Qin Feng.

At the same time, he gave a subtle wink to his two subordinates nearby. Cripple this guy first!

Qin Feng, however, acted as if he hadn't seen the small gesture, not even bothering to give him a glance.

He muttered to himself, his voice not loud, yet it clearly spread throughout the entire warehouse. "It seems I was still a little late."

There was not a shred of emotion in that voice, yet it made every mercenary present feel an inexplicable chill.

Ye Qingcheng looked at that familiar back, her mind in chaos. How could he have come?

That text message... did he send it? Impossible! He didn't even have a phone at the time! But this entrance... it doesn't look like a final boss either!

Why would this "suspect" she had been suspecting all along, this man she had sworn to uncover the background of, appear in this death trap in such a way?

The massive impact, the excruciating pain in her body, and the mental strain reached their limit at this moment. Ye Qingcheng's vision went black, and she completely lost consciousness.

"Damn it, still acting cool! The door must have been blown off with explosives!" "Young Master Wang said to just dismantle his arms and legs, don't kill him!" "After this job, we can go to the Golden Triangle and have fun for a long time again!"

The two mercenaries signaled by the Bald Stout Man exchanged a few low words, their faces once again revealing cruel, hideous grins. They stopped testing him and, one from the left and one from the right, simultaneously charged fiercely toward Qin Feng!

The person on the right was tall, and with a swing punch carrying a vicious wind, he aimed straight for Qin Feng's face! The person on the left was even more insidious; under the cover of his companion, he lowered his body and unleashed a fierce sweeping kick, aiming straight for Qin Feng's lower body!

An upper and lower pincer attack, coordinated with tacit understanding—it was the most practical killing move on the battlefield! Yet Qin Feng remained standing in place. His hands were still in his pants pockets, and he hadn't moved a muscle.

"Seeking death!" Seeing his arrogant attitude, the brawny man throwing the punch grew even fiercer in his eyes, and the force in his fist increased by a few points!

Only at the very moment the wind of the punch and the kick were about to hit his body did Qin Feng slightly tilt his body. The range of the movement was pitifully small.

In the horrified eyes of the Bald Stout Man and the other mercenaries, that heavy punch capable of shattering a brick wall and the sweeping kick capable of snapping a tree trunk actually missed by a hair's breadth, brushing past Qin Feng's body, one above and one below, passing by in an extremely perilous manner!

Both heavy blows had hit empty air! The two men, having exerted too much force, had their centers of gravity shift drastically, causing them to stumble forward two steps, exposing their entire bodies to vulnerabilities.

"Too slow." Qin Feng's voice sounded again. He watched the two men who had lost their balance and gently shook his head.

In the instant when the two mercenaries' old strength was exhausted and their new strength had not yet been generated, Qin Feng moved. No one saw his movement clearly. He casually withdrew his right hand from his pants pocket, creating an afterimage in the air.

Only to hear— "Crack!" "Crack!" Two teeth-gritting sounds of bone fracturing rang out almost simultaneously! Immediately followed by two muffled groans that were forcibly suppressed in their throats!

"Thump!" "Thump!" The brawny man who had thrown the punch had his body hit as if by a speeding truck, and his whole body flew backward and sideways.

His right arm, which had just been so aggressive, was now twisted backward at a bizarre angle, with stark white bone shards even piercing through the skin and exposed to the air!

The mercenary who had performed the sweeping kick fared even worse. He didn't even have time to scream before he knelt straight down. His right knee had been shattered from the front, and his entire lower leg was folded backward in reverse, presenting a scalp-tingling "Z" shape!

The excruciating pain caused his face to twist instantly, cold sweat pouring out like a waterfall. He opened his mouth wide, but because of a lung spasm, he couldn't make a sound, only twitching silently like a fish out of water.

One exchange. Two battle-hardened professional mercenaries. One had a crippled arm. One had a broken leg. Completely lost combat effectiveness.

The expressions on the faces of the remaining five mercenaries, including the Bald Stout Man who had been confident of victory all along, completely froze. Contempt and cruelty vanished without a trace, replaced by a fear akin to seeing a devil, a fear that originated from the depths of their souls.

What... what the hell kind of monster is this?!

Qin Feng flicked the non-existent dust off his hands, his gaze passing over the two twitching men on the ground and landing on the pale-faced Bald Stout Man. "Your turn."