162: Chapter 162 My Threat! Anyone Who Touches My Private Property Dies

Lanna's face turned deathly pale in an instant.

Looking at the ugly faces of this group, she wished she could press her entire body against the Chef.

However, just at this moment.

She felt a warm hand gently patting her back.

It was the Chef.

There was no expression of anger on Qin Feng's face; there wasn't even a ripple of emotion.

He just looked at the group quietly, his eyes as deep as an ancient well.

Lanna knew that this group was finished.

She had seen it too many times; whenever the Chef was as calm as water, it was the prelude to killing.

"Chef..." She still wanted to dissuade him.

Qin Feng didn't look at her, only speaking indifferently.

"You want to touch my private property?"

Private property?

The Ranch Owner and the others were stunned for a moment, not understanding what he meant by those words.

But Lanna's heart gave a sudden leap.

These four words again.

Qin Feng moved.

There was no warning, no superfluous nonsense.

He simply walked toward the scarred man in a straightforward manner.

"Kid, what do you want? Looking for death..."

The scarred man's words weren't even finished when a cold glint flashed before his eyes.

It was too fast!

Too fast for him to even react!

"Puchi!"

A soft sound of a blade entering flesh.

The military dagger in Qin Feng's hand had already accurately plunged into his throat.

Blood, like a fountain, spurted out.

The scarred man's eyes widened, the ferocity on his face frozen forever at that moment.

He clutched his neck, wanting to say something, but could only emit a "he-he" wheezing sound.

The next second, the blade was pulled out, and the man fell!

The scene instantly fell into a dead silence.

Everyone was stunned by this sudden turn of events, standing frozen on the spot.

"Murder... he committed murder!"

Someone let out a terrified scream, breaking the dead silence.

The remaining men woke up as if from a dream, their faces filled with fear.

Subconsciously raising the wooden sticks in their hands, they shouted with bravado, "Kill him! Avenge Third Brother!"

However, what they were facing was a true god of death.

Qin Feng's figure, like a ghost, instantly charged into the crowd.

The dagger in his hand turned into the scythe of the Grim Reaper.

Every swing brought up a spray of blood.

Every dodge accurately avoided all attacks.

His movements had no frills; every move was the most direct Killing Techniques.

Throat-slitting, heart-piercing, temple-stabbing...

Screams rose and fell, only to stop abruptly.

In less than five seconds.

Apart from Qin Feng and Lanna, there was no one left standing at the scene.

A thick smell of blood permeated the air, nauseating to the senses.

The Ranch Owner collapsed on the ground, his crotch wet and hot, a foul stench emanating from it.

"Don't... don't kill me... I was wrong... the horses... the horses are all yours... I don't even want the money..."

Qin Feng walked up to him, squatted down, and tapped the bloody dagger against his face.

"You aren't just afraid; you know you're about to die!"

"Hmph! If you covet my private property, you must be prepared to die."

"Snap!"

A crisp sound of bone cracking.

The Ranch Owner's neck was twisted at an eerie angle.

Qin Feng stood up, wiped the dagger on the corpse, and returned it to its sheath; the entire process was incomparably skillful.

At this moment, Lanna was so scared that her legs went weak, and she could barely stand.

Only four words echoed in her mind—killing without blinking!

Qin Feng, however, acted out of character, pulling her into his arms.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here."

The familiar scent of a man and the reassuring body temperature instantly enveloped Lanna.

She could no longer hold back, burying her head deep in Qin Feng's chest, her body trembling violently.

Fear, lingering terror, worry... all kinds of emotions intertwined, but in the end, they all transformed into an unprecedented sense of security.

Sure enough...

Only by staying by this man's side was she truly safe.

Qin Feng gently patted her back, soothing her emotions, while his gaze calmly scanned the surroundings.

After checking inside and out carefully and confirming that no survivors or witnesses were left, he began to tidy up the scene methodically.

He dragged all the corpses into the stable and buried them with hay.

Now that Chiyan was in his hands, Qin Feng also picked out a sturdy black horse from the stable before leaving.

Half an hour later.

Behind a secluded hillside on the outskirts of the town, Qin Feng stopped.

He handed Chiyan's reins to Lanna and casually hung the "borrowed" mare's milk wine and dried meat on the saddle.

"You and Chiyan wait for me here."

"Where are you going?" Lanna finally regained her composure and asked nervously.

"To set off some fireworks for you." A mysterious smile appeared on Qin Feng's face.

Lanna looked at him, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Are you... not afraid that I'll ride away on the horse?"

Qin Feng smiled.

"You are my private property."

"Even if you run to the ends of the earth, I will chase you down, and then..."

He paused deliberately, leaning close to her ear.

"Punish you severely!"

The warm breath made Lanna's ears burn, and her heart raced wildly.

This time, however, she wasn't angry; instead, she felt a strange sweetness in her heart.

Watching Qin Feng mount the horse, she impulsively shouted.

"Hey! You said it yourself, you have to chase me!"

Qin Feng's figure paused; he didn't look back but simply raised his hand, waved it dashingly, and then spurred his horse into a gallop, disappearing into the night.

Lanna watched the direction he left in, the corners of her mouth curling up slightly against her will.

Scumbag! You better keep your word!

...

The night, like a huge black curtain, shrouded the boundless grassland.

Qin Feng made a wide detour, silently sneaking back to the outskirts of the town.

He didn't rush to act, but instead lay on a grassy slope, calmly observing his prey.

"Ghost, go."

With a thought, a black Military Dog darted out from the shadows.

The next second, it quickly disappeared onto the dirt road of the town.

At the same time, a palm-sized bionic spider crawled out of his sleeve, speeding along the blades of grass toward another direction of the town.

Qin Feng closed his eyes.

Two completely different real-time images constructed a 3D battlefield map in his mind.

Ghost's perspective was crawling close to the ground, shuttling through the shadows between various roads.

The patrolling squads in the open, the hidden sentry posts, and even the snipers hiding in the second-floor windows—their positions, equipment, and fields of vision were all observed clearly.

The bionic spider's perspective was even more tricky.

Clinging to the eaves and utility poles, it took in the entire military supply station on the east side of the town.

The perimeter wall, the electric fence, the four watchtowers in the corners, and... the huge vehicle entrance leading underground.

A cold arc curled at the corner of Qin Feng's mouth as he tied the black horse in a hidden thicket.

Ten minutes later, he appeared in the shadows of the west perimeter wall of the supply station.

This was a blind spot for surveillance and the furthest position from the watchtowers.

He looked up at the wall, which was over three meters high, and the electric fence on top, taking a deep breath.

The next second, he moved.

Bending his body, jumping up, hooking onto the edge of the wall, and using the power of his waist and abdomen.

With a beautiful pull-up, he flipped inside silently.

The whole process was as fast as lightning, landing without a sound.

Sure enough!

The strengthened muscles combined with the prosthetic limb were simply terrifyingly strong!