God Slayer: Make Up for the Past

Chapter 117 Intelligence Finale: Clever Victory

…turned around and rushed towards the exit.

"Damn it! Catch him!" Auctioneer Zhao roared in frustration, but his fat body moved to the side with extraordinary agility, avoiding the shove of the chaotic crowd.

His vicious eyes were fixed on Chu Feng's receding back, as if he wanted to eat him alive.

Zhou's shadow assassins rushed out from all corners like sharks smelling blood, forming an encirclement and approaching Chu Feng.

The sharp blades in their hands flashed coldly in the dim light, which was chilling.

"Chu Feng, be careful!" Pan Yue's voice came from the crowd with a hint of anxiety.

He struggled to push through the crowd and wanted to rush to Chu Feng, but was stopped by several burly bodyguards.

"You think you can save him? You are overestimating yourself!" Chen, the wealthy businessman, stood aside, looking at Pan Yue's embarrassment with sarcasm on his face, his tone full of disdain.

The attendant beside him also echoed: "That's right, a brat who is still wet behind the ears dares to be so presumptuous in front of Boss Zhao, he must be tired of living!"

Chu Feng felt like a trapped beast, with enemies on all sides.

He held the wooden box tightly in his hand, feeling the weight of the information inside, but his heart was cold.

He knew that he was now like a hot commodity, and all forces wanted to get what he had, but he was isolated and helpless.

The leader of the dark forces, Sun, sat in the corner, watching all this with interest.

He knocked lightly on the table, making a crisp sound.

This was the signal he had agreed upon in advance.

Upon hearing the signal, Zhou's shadow assassins sped up, and the sharp blades in their hands cut through the air, making a sharp whistling sound.

There was a bloodthirsty gleam in their eyes, as if they had already seen the scene of Chu Feng being torn to pieces.

Chu Feng felt that he was in a desperate situation. He knew that he had no way to escape... Lin Xiao stood outside the crowd, looking at the surrounded Chu Feng, with a meaningful smile on his face.

"Interesting, it's getting more and more interesting..." she whispered, with an inexplicable light flashing in her eyes.

Chu Feng felt suffocated and the shadow of death loomed over him.

At this critical moment, a strange force surged through my body, time seemed to stop at this moment, and then rapidly flowed backwards.

Everything around me became blurry, swirling like disturbed paint.

When he regained consciousness, Chu Feng found himself back to a few seconds ago, when the shadow assassins were about to launch an attack.

This time, he was well prepared.

Chu Feng did not choose to run away, but instead suddenly lunged forward and rolled into the gap between the crowd.

The shadow assassins missed their target, and the sharp blades collided with each other, making a harsh sound of metal friction.

They obviously did not expect Chu Feng to suddenly change his strategy, and they were in chaos for a while.

"Waste! A bunch of waste!" Auctioneer Zhao roared in frustration, his fat face flushed red.

He never imagined that a mere trainee night watchman could escape from the encirclement he had carefully arranged.

This loss was enough to make him feel painful for a while.

Rich businessman Chen was also dumbfounded. He originally thought that he had a sure win and could use this opportunity to curry favor with auctioneer Zhao, but he didn't expect such a mistake to happen.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Chu Feng quickly shuttled through the crowd and ran towards the exit.

Seeing this, Pan Yue also struggled to break free from the bodyguards and followed.

A hint of viciousness flashed in the eyes of Sun, the leader of the dark forces. He slowly stood up, and a powerful pressure instantly enveloped the entire venue, and even the air seemed to solidify.

He walked towards the exit step by step, like the god of death coming.

"Want to leave? It's not that easy."

Just as Chu Feng was about to escape from the auction house, a figure blocked his way.

It’s Lin Xiao.

She looked at Chu Feng with a complicated emotion in her eyes, but Chu Feng had no time to think about her intentions.

Lin Xiao stretched out his hand and blocked Chu Feng's way: "Give me the thing."

Lin Xiao's outstretched hand was slender and white, but it seemed like an insurmountable barrier.

Chu Feng's heart was pounding. He could feel the suffocating pressure from the leader of Sun's dark forces getting closer and closer behind him.

He must leave here as soon as possible.

"Give me the thing." Lin Xiao repeated, with a barely perceptible hint of anxiety in his tone.

Chu Feng looked at her deeply, a hint of determination flashing in his eyes.

He didn't answer, but suddenly turned sideways and passed through the gap in Lin Xiao's arm.

Lin Xiao seemed stunned for a moment and did not chase after him immediately.

This brief hesitation gave Chu Feng precious time.

He pounced out like a cheetah, and using his familiarity with the auction hall's terrain, he disappeared into the intricate corridors in a few flashes.

Behind him came the curses of auctioneer Zhao and the hurried footsteps of the bodyguards, but he left them far behind.

The dark leader Sun's face turned pale. He didn't expect that an apprentice night watchman would be so cunning.

He snorted coldly, and his figure flashed with astonishing speed. He arrived first after starting later and blocked Chu Feng's way again.

"You can't escape!" The leader of the dark forces, Sun, said in a cold tone with murderous intent in his eyes.

Chu Feng smiled, with a hint of sarcasm in his smile: "Really?"

He pulled out a smoke bomb from his pocket and smashed it to the ground.

Thick smoke spread out instantly, blocking everyone's vision.

The dark leader Sun was caught off guard and started coughing.

When the smoke cleared, Chu Feng had already disappeared.

Lin Xiao stood there, looking at the empty corridor with a complicated expression in his eyes.

She sighed softly and took out a piece of paper from her pocket with a few words written on it: Secret Trading Room.

At the same time, Chu Feng was carefully groping for the exit in the secret trading room. The darkness around him seemed to hide countless unknown dangers.

“Damn, this place…”