Because time was tight, Ling Feng didn't linger at Divine Gate for too long. After informing Catherine of some of his future plans, he took off in a rugged Jeep, heading toward one of Dragon Group's bases.

The Dragon Group's base was located in a small town several hundred kilometers away from the Divine Gate base. At the current speed, it would take another four to five hours to reach.

Ling Feng felt relaxed. Although the mission was somewhat complex, it was nothing out of the ordinary for him. Back at Divine Gate, Ling Feng had completed missions a hundred times more convoluted with absolute precision.

He turned on the car's stereo, and the explosive rock music blaring through the speakers instantly uplifted his spirits.

After driving for over an hour, Ling Feng's vehicle stopped next to a small tavern. As he pushed open the tavern door, he keenly noticed over a dozen covert gazes instantly land on him. Each of these individuals harbored immense strength, all at A-grade peak level!

"It's baffling how such a small tavern could have so many elites," Ling Feng thought to himself with composure while ordering a few small dishes and a bottle of wine to take away.

At that moment, a sudden roar erupted from one corner of the tavern: "You people are pushing me too far! I will never agree to your terms!"

"Mr. Norwich, I suggest you calm yourself," said a man across from him in an indifferent tone. "Business is business, after all. Besides, if you're dissatisfied with our offer, you're free to propose your own terms."

Norwich, an Arab man in his forties, had a flushed red face. He snarled, "Olier, you should know the risks I took to accomplish this task! What I need is for you to protect my family and provide sufficient funds. Otherwise, even if I die, I will never hand over the information!"

"What a headache," Olier shrugged, responding. "You ought to understand that while our Skyfire Mercenary Corps has some sway, it's simply impossible for us to safeguard your entire family. Moreover, your wife and mother are already in the hands of the enemy. I won't sacrifice my brothers' lives to save them in vain. I can only promise the safety of you and your daughter. Beyond that, I'm powerless."

Norwich gritted his teeth hard, flames seemingly burning in his eyes, while the man across from him remained calm and unaffected by Norwich's agitation and fury.

After a long silence, Norwich's expression morphed into one of desolation. "Fine, you win. But I have one condition. I'll give you the data only after we reach a safe place."

Olier stared into Norwich's eyes and suddenly broke into a smile. "Alright, I'll agree to that. Here's to a pleasant collaboration!"

He extended his hand, but Norwich shot him a glare instead of shaking it, turning sharply to head upstairs.

"What a simple-minded fellow," Olier chuckled and wiped his hand with a nearby handkerchief. "Prepare for relocation immediately. The opposition is chasing relentlessly. Let's get out of this godforsaken place by tonight!"

Although their conversation was hushed, it didn't escape Ling Feng's keen ears.

"Skyfire Mercenary Corps?" Ling Feng pondered with some surprise. Skyfire Mercenary Corps didn't have a reputable name in the Underworld; they were notorious for their willingness to target ordinary civilians.

Most underground forces adhered to a principle of minimizing harm to regular people, but Skyfire Mercenary Corps operated differently. They would even actively exploit regular people, using their strength to achieve their goals. Indeed, the members of Skyfire Mercenary Corps were known to be reckless violators of rules!

Yet, they possessed self-awareness. Despite their arrogance and aggression, they displayed great respect for genuinely powerful figures, a trait that had ensured their survival up to now.

"When will my food be ready?" Ling Feng frowned, breaking his patience after waiting for a while.

"What's the point of eating!" the tavern server sneered. "Since you're about to die anyway, why waste food?"

As he spoke, a sizeable group had already surrounded Ling Feng.

Ling Feng glanced at the crowd with mockery in his eyes. "So, you're planning on eliminating witnesses?"

"What bad timing for you to walk in here!" The server tugged at his shirt, revealing his well-defined muscles below. "Since you've bumped into us, it's your unlucky day! Prepare to die!"

Ling Feng's subdued aura made him seem no different from an ordinary person, a fact that partly explained why Skyfire Mercenary Corps targeted him so readily.

Ling Feng sighed. "It seems the tavern's owner and servers have already been killed by you lot, right?"

"Correct, but sadly, there's no prize for guessing!" The burly man smirked coldly. "Finish him!"

Crack. Crack. The group immediately pulled out their firearms and aimed at Ling Feng's head.

Bam! A gunshot rang out, but the bullet embedded itself in the wall. To their shock, Ling Feng had mysteriously vanished before their eyes.

"What the…?" Fear surged within the group, an ominous sense of dread beginning to take hold of their minds.

"I prefer to keep quiet, but you've pushed me too far," Ling Feng's voice quietly sighed next to their ears.

Almost instantaneously, fatigue overwhelmed their bodies, and one by one, they collapsed to the ground.

"Who are you?!" one of the men asked in a trembling voice, his words laced with terror.

Ling Feng couldn't be bothered to answer. He grabbed a few bottles of alcohol from the rack, pushed open the tavern door, climbed into his vehicle, and drove away.

From the moment the group launched their attack on Ling Feng to when he stealthily neutralized every one of them, a mere five seconds had elapsed. As Olier and his companions descended the stairs, they found their subordinates sprawled across the floor.

"What happened here?" Olier's face darkened.

"Boss, looks like we've crossed paths with someone formidable," said a silent man next to Olier. "The man we intended to deal with is likely a genuine elite!"

Olier furrowed his brow. "An elite? How strong?"

"If he can evade our Detection, his capabilities are at least on par with ours, possibly at the level of an S-ranked expert from the Demi-God Domain!" the man explained further.

Hiss! A flicker of terror flashed across Olier's eyes. If they had known the man was from the Demi-God Domain, they would have groveled instead of daring to provoke him!

"Fortunately, it seems he doesn't have hostile intentions," the man added. "Otherwise, we might not have escaped with our lives!"

Just then, someone dashed downstairs in a panic. "Boss, bad news! The little girl has escaped!"

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