87: Chapter 87 If I'm a dog, then what is the lady?

Outside, the winds rose and fell. Several hours later...

"Are you satisfied now?" Yang Liu looked down at Qin Feng, who was leaning against the headboard. She bit her ruby-red lips hard and glared at him with a resentful look, her voice laced with a hint of warning and reprimand. "Don't think that just because of what happened, you can get carried away and lose all sense of propriety!"

She reached out and pinched Qin Feng's firm chin, her nails painted with crimson polish grazing his skin. Lowering her voice, she enunciated every word: "You must always remember that what is between us is nothing more than mutual exploitation. Do not forget your status. In the 666 Management Hall, you are merely a dog kept by this Madam!"

Facing such merciless humiliation and assertion of dominance, Qin Feng did not get angry at all. Instead, the corners of his mouth curled into a playful, even slightly wicked smile.

He suddenly reached out and wrapped his arm around Yang Liu's slender waist, pulling her forcefully into his embrace.

"Ah!" Yang Liu let out a dainty cry as she fell once again into his broad, masculine chest.

Qin Feng leaned his face close to her ear, feeling her body tense up instantly, and let out a low, husky chuckle. "Woof."

"You..." Yang Liu's beautiful eyes widened, and she was momentarily bewildered by the sudden action.

"What?" Qin Feng wantonly bit her earlobe lightly, causing the beauty in his arms to shudder, then teased: "So, Madam, you like this? If I am a dog, then what are you..."

"Pah—shameless, lewd!" Struck by his words, Yang Liu's cheeks instantly flushed crimson, like a ripe apple.

That slight air of superiority was instantly shattered in the face of his unbridled hooligan behavior.

She shoved Qin Feng away, hurriedly adjusted her mask, and like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, she fled out the window, disappearing into the deep night.

Only a gritted-teeth telepathic message remained echoing in the air: "You little bastard, you had better survive tonight. Captain Nan Rufeng, whom Steward Wang Taian sent, is not some idiot like Captain Zhang Yan."

Watching the swaying tree shadows outside the window, the teasing look in Qin Feng's eyes gradually dissipated, replaced by a profundity and coldness like eternal ice.

"Captain Nan Rufeng, is it... I would like to see whose death day it really is."

Qin Feng casually grabbed a black robe, threw it over his shoulders, pushed open the door, and strode out of the room.

...

At this moment, in the courtyard of the Ninth Squad.

The night was deep and silent, with only a few lanterns hanging under the eaves swaying in the cold wind.

Su Yourong, Yu Jingxiang, and a few other female attendants were standing respectfully in the courtyard, holding freshly boiled hot water and clean towels, ready to welcome Qin Feng for his wash.

"Creak—" The door to the main room was pushed open, and Qin Feng's tall, upright figure had just walked to the center of the courtyard.

At this very instant...

"Whoooo—!" A strange, cold wind swept in from all directions without warning.

The wind was bone-chilling, as if it were a ghostly breeze blowing from the Nine Hells, instantly extinguishing all the lanterns in the courtyard!

The entire Ninth Squad courtyard was instantly plunged into absolute darkness, where one could not even see their own hand.

"Ah—" "What's going on? It's so cold..." The women who were preparing to welcome him were all stunned, then couldn't help but let out terrified gasps. They hurriedly hugged their arms tight, their teeth chattering uncontrollably.

A spine-chilling murderous intent, like an invisible net, silently and tightly enveloped the entire courtyard.

"Step, step, step..." A sound of footsteps, as if treading on one's heart, came from the void of darkness.

Immediately after, a feminine, ghostly voice that flickered, now left, now right, and was completely impossible to locate, rang out softly, as if pressed against everyone's eardrums.

"Captain Qin, spring nights are short, and after a trip to the land of tenderness, do you feel like your bones have turned to mush?" Captain Nan Rufeng's voice was filled with a hair-raising viciousness and mockery.

"What a pity, it is truly a great pity... Today is your death day."

"Protect the Captain." Su Yourong's face turned deathly pale, and she even dropped the basin in her hands.

It shattered with a "clang," and hot water splashed everywhere. Although the few female attendants had ordinary strength, they still instinctively wanted to rush forward.

"All of you, back down and find a corner to hide in." Qin Feng stood with his hands behind his back, his deep eyes flashing with a Vicious Beast-like violet-gold light in the darkness.

His powerful perception at Qi Refining Level 1 had already spread out like quicksilver, taking in every blade of grass and tree within dozens of zhang. He slightly lifted his chin, the corners of his mouth curling into an undisguised look of disdain, and sneered: "Hiding and skulking like a rat that cannot see the light. Your assassination attempt is truly idiotic!"

"Facing death, yet you still dare to speak such big words!" In the darkness, Captain Nan Rufeng seemed to be enraged by Qin Feng's arrogance and sneered, "Prepare to die!"

"Whoosh—!" Before the voice had even faded, a faint sound of something breaking through the air suddenly rang out from the Void Realm of darkness!

Without any warning, Qin Feng didn't even lift an eyelid; he violently flicked his right wrist at an incredible angle.

Using the force of "Inch Radiance," a pitch-black blade light instantly bloomed at his fingertips. Qin Feng suddenly sent a steel flying knife flying out!

"Sshhh!" The flying knife tore through the air, but it did not bring forth any blood. It merely precisely sliced through a withered yellow leaf falling from mid-air.

The withered leaf split in two and spiraled to the ground. The flying knife, however, did not lose momentum and, with a "bang," embedded itself deeply into the heavy bluestone bricks of the courtyard wall, burying itself so deep that even the hilt disappeared.

"He missed?!" Su Yourong and the others hiding in the corner saw this scene, their hearts leaping into their throats, their eyes filled with despair.

In their understanding, Qin Feng's flying knives were always one-hit kills; how could he have missed?!

"Hahaha... Hahahaha!" Fallen leaves danced around, and the crazed, provocative, and mocking laughter of Captain Nan Rufeng echoed from all directions.

"Is this the flying knife technique that killed Zhang Zhongjiu in seconds and consecutively slew over a dozen elites like Captain Zhang Yan?! Captain Qin, you have disappointed me too much." Captain Nan Rufeng's voice seemed to be everywhere.

"Your movements are too slow, and your predictions are too poor. In the face of absolute movement techniques and concealment arts, your hidden weapons are nothing but toys for children's games!"

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!" Qin Feng's face was as calm as water; it seemed he had been rattled by the opponent's mockery, for he said nothing.

His hands moved across his waist like butterflies weaving through flowers, his wrists shaking frantically. Flying knives flew out one after another...

The blade lights turned into lightning, frantically intertwining in the darkness of the courtyard, carrying sharp whistling sounds as they continuously shot toward the surrounding rockeries, ancient trees, and eaves!

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!" Dull thuds rang out one after another, wood chips flew, and stones shattered.

The second one nailed into the trunk of the thick old locust tree. The third one pierced through a wooden pillar of the corridor.

The fourth, fifth, sixth... A full nine flying knives were violently unleashed from Qin Feng's hands, almost sealing off half the space of the courtyard.

However, the result was despairing. The nine flying knives, with their astonishing Aura, had failed to hit the target.

They were all scattered, stuck in blind spots and obstacles around the courtyard, not even managing to shave off a single hair of Captain Nan Rufeng.

"It's over... The Captain's flying knives are useless..." Yu Jingxiang covered her mouth, trembling like a fallen leaf.

With even his strongest trump card losing its effect, the entire Ninth Squad was likely to be slaughtered tonight.

"I have heard that Captain Qin's flying knives never miss, but seeing it today, I am utterly disappointed." Captain Nan Rufeng's voice came again. This time, his voice was no longer elusive but filled with absolute confidence and the arrogance of someone in control of everything.

He thought that Qin Feng's trump card had been completely exhausted. He believed that he was nothing more than a brute with brute force who relied on the sharpness of his flying knives to commit violence, and once the hidden weapons missed, he would become a lamb ready for slaughter.