Chapter 1431 - 1431: Instructor Gas Cylinder

The night gradually deepened, and the Jinyue Garden Villa District was brightly lit, with two large red lanterns hanging outside the door of each villa.

This was provided by the property management, requiring no effort from the residents.

On the spotless street, decorative lights could be seen hanging at intervals.

The trees on the sides of the green belts also had strips of lights hanging.

Overall, it gave an impression of being colorful and very dazzling.

The only flaw was that there were few people to appreciate these beautiful scenes.

The street was deserted; at a glance, apart from the diligent security guards still patrolling, almost no other figures could be seen.

Inside the villa where Xiao Feng was, everyone had put on their "Rupert Bulletproof Vest," looking at each other with an indescribable sense of comedy.

"Brother Xiao Feng, this outfit is kind of funny," the little girl said, trying hard to suppress her laughter.

Xiao Feng nonchalantly replied, "The look isn't important, as long as it's effective."

But despite the words, the humorous appearance wasn't reduced.

"It's just a shame we can't take out our phones; otherwise, taking a photo to commemorate this would be quite fun," Du Qingyue joked unusually.

Xiao Feng glanced at the time, matching it with the intelligence sent by Tang Yunshu; it was less than half an hour before the attack from Devil's Concentration Camp.

He straightened his expression and said, "I'll go up first."

Everyone put away their smiles and nodded in agreement.

As time passed by the minute and second, Xiao Feng stood on the rooftop, catching glimpses of several shadows flashing by from the corner of his eye.

Half a minute later, a middle-aged man in his thirties, less than five feet tall, with a face full of beard and a physique resembling a gas tank, appeared outside the fence gate.

Xiao Feng took a closer look and recognized the person.

The man's name was Jie Wencheng, one of the veteran instructors of Devil's Concentration Camp, though Xiao Feng wasn't clear on exactly when he joined.

But back when he entered Devil's Concentration Camp, the man was already an instructor.

His personality was eccentric, especially sensitive about jokes on his physique, extremely vindictive, and quite ruthless.

Once, a rather capable instructor publicly joked about Jie Wencheng's physique.

Jie Wencheng didn't retaliate immediately but endured for a long time until an opportunity arose during a mission, where he seized the chance to kill the mocking instructor.

Of course, this was just a rumor, with no solid evidence.

"Yanhuang, your old friend is here; aren't you coming out to meet?" Jie Wencheng asked, his shrill voice sounding grating.

Xiao Feng replied bluntly, "Are you blind? I've been standing here for quite a while, yet you haven't noticed?"

"Hmm?" Jie Wencheng became vigilant immediately, quickly stepping back three steps from his standing position.

He was well aware that Xiao Feng wasn't an easy character to bring down.

So, he maintained high alert from start to finish.

At this moment, Jie Wencheng followed the sound and saw Xiao Feng standing on the roof.

His brows furrowed slightly, eyes showing a trace of surprise.

In fact, he hadn't noticed Xiao Feng before, only thinking it was a sculpture on the roof.

After glancing at Xiao Feng's "peculiar outfit," Jie Wencheng sneered, "Yanhuang, after all these years, your style has become like this?"

Having asked, he immediately raised his arm and continuously pulled the trigger.

"Ta! Ta! Ta! Ta! Ta!"

The silenced pistol still made quite a noise, sounding unlike bullets being fired.

Always alert, Xiao Feng swiftly moved but still got hit in the right shoulder.

"Ding!"

It sounded like the clashing of metal.

Xiao Feng glanced at his unharmed right shoulder and smiled.

Outside, Jie Wencheng frowned deeply.

He couldn't understand what was up with Xiao Feng's outfit.

Not only did it stop bullets, but it also left no marks!

Failing the surprise attack, Jie Wencheng set his gun down and laughed, "Straight to the point, I'm here to kill you today."

If you're smart, I'll give you a quick end, but if you're not, you'll have to experience my methods!"

"Just you?" Xiao Feng laughed as if hearing a big joke, saying, "Are you even worthy?"

As he spoke, two more bullets flew towards him.

"Ta! Ta!"

Xiao Feng dodged again, teasing, "You just can't stop sneaking attacks, can you?"

Jie Wencheng didn't respond, quietly changed the magazine, and made a gesture.

Hidden elite members caught the signal, with someone immediately maneuvering behind him, planning a sneak attack from the rear.

Since Xiao Feng was perched high, Jie Wencheng worried that the rear attacker might be spotted, so he diverted Xiao Feng's attention from the front, saying, "Yanhuang, why put yourself through this?

In Devil's Concentration Camp, no one would mistreat you, so why choose this path?"

Xiao Feng's gaze lowered, feigning contemplation while quickly strategizing in his mind how to lure both the outsider and the hidden attackers into the yard at once.

After pondering briefly, he decided to employ his traditional tactic, provoking the opponent with words first.

"Jie Wencheng, oh Jie Wencheng, I remember seeing you years ago, and you were the same shape, right?" Xiao Feng smirked, "I think you might as well change your name to 'Gas Tank'!"

Sure enough, upon mentioning his physique, anger flashed in Jie Wencheng's eyes.

Clearly, though, this level of mockery wasn't enough to provoke him into losing his mind and charging at Xiao Feng.

Understanding this, Xiao Feng continued his derision, "You say you look like a gas tank, sneaking around, are you even human?

Oh, my apologies, I misspoke.

You're not human, you're a gas tank turned spirit."

"Boasting won't do you any favor," Jie Wencheng sneered coldly.

"Really?" Xiao Feng shrugged indifferently, "Honest to tell you, if it were someone else, I might actually be afraid, but with you, the 'gas tank', it only feels comical..."

Afterward, Xiao Feng couldn't stop mentioning "Gas Tank."

Exhausting every means to insult, mocking so fiercely that Jie Wencheng's face turned red, then pale, his teeth were almost crushed.

Meanwhile, the others in the villa weren't idle either.

Lu Yao operated a micro drone, hovering around the villa and transmitting real-time footage to the screen in the living room.

Soon, a figure stealthily maneuvering appeared on the screen.

Lu Yao spoke softly into her phone, "Yanhuang bro, someone's coming behind you, be careful!"

Upon hearing the alert in his ear, Xiao Feng heightened his vigilance but kept trash-talking Jie Wencheng without interruption.

Until his internal alarm reached a critical point, Xiao Feng suddenly sat down.

The impression was like he was tired from standing and arguing and decided to sit down and rest before continuing.

And just as he sat...

"Ta!"

A bullet whizzed past his head!