Chapter 625 Why Slay the Heavenly Demon When You Can Lock the Front Door and Wait Him Out?

Chapter 625: Chapter 625 Why Slay the Heavenly Demon When You Can Lock the Front Door and Wait Him Out?

The conversation between the two was so casual that it made several kidnappers frown.

Something felt... Off. Most victims begged. Some cried. Others threatened revenge.

These two did none of those things.

Instead, they were calmly discussing how to deal with their captors.

Lin Feng slowly lifted his head and looked around the van.

Although every face was hidden behind a black mask, his gaze lingered on each of them for a moment.

Finally, he spoke.

"I usually don’t interfere with the affairs of criminals."

"As long as they don’t cross my path, I have little interest in what they choose to do."

He sighed softly.

"But today..."

"...you chose to involve me."

He shook his head almost regretfully.

"So now your fate is no longer in your own hands."

Several kidnappers rolled their eyes. They assumed he was trying to sound fearless.

Lin Feng smiled faintly.

"I don’t hate any of you."

"In fact..."

"I only feel pity."

"Enjoy the next few hours of your freedom."

"They’ll be the last peaceful hours you’ll ever have."

His voice wasn’t threatening. It wasn’t loud. It was simply calm. Matter-of-fact.

That calmness unsettled a few of the masked men far more than shouting ever could.

For reasons they couldn’t explain... A chill quietly crept up their spines.

Yet none of them believed the handsome young man sitting in handcuffs could actually do anything.

If only they knew...

The destination awaiting them would be far worse than anything they could currently imagine.

***

The journey continued for nearly an hour.

During the entire drive, no one inside the van spoke another word.

The kidnappers remained silent and alert, while Lin Feng and Ning Xi sat calmly as though they were simply passengers on an ordinary trip.

Eventually, the smooth highway gave way to narrow dirt roads.

The van drove deeper and deeper into a dense forest, where towering trees blocked out much of the evening sky.

The further they traveled, the more isolated the surroundings became.

There were no houses. No streetlights. No passing vehicles.

Only the sound of the engine and the rustling leaves accompanied them.

Finally, the convoy slowed to a stop. The rear doors of the van swung open.

Lin Feng stepped out first, followed closely by Ning Xi.

He casually looked around, taking in his surroundings.

The hideout was surprisingly well concealed.

Nestled in the middle of the forest stood a large wooden house.

It wasn’t luxurious or particularly impressive, but it was more than sufficient for those seeking secrecy.

Thick trees surrounded the property from every direction, making it almost invisible unless someone knew exactly where to look.

Privacy was clearly the reason this place had been chosen.

Whatever business took place here... No one would accidentally stumble upon it.

Lin Feng’s eyes then swept across the open clearing. A faint smile appeared on his face.

"So there are quite a few of them."

More than a dozen vehicles were already parked outside the house.

Luxury sedans. Off-road SUVs. Cargo vans. Even a few motorcycles.

Judging from the number of vehicles alone, this wasn’t merely a temporary hideout.

It appeared to be one of the organization’s regular meeting places.

The kidnappers pushed Lin Feng and Ning Xi toward the entrance.

Neither of them resisted.

The moment they stepped inside, they found an even larger gathering waiting.

More than twenty armed men occupied the spacious interior.

Some leaned against the walls with rifles slung over their shoulders.

Others stood quietly with their arms crossed, carefully observing the newcomers.

The atmosphere was tense.

Every person inside carried themselves with the confidence of someone accustomed to violence.

Yet among all of them, one man naturally drew everyone’s attention.

He sat calmly in the center of the room.

Unlike the others, he wore an expensive tailored suit instead of tactical clothing.

He appeared to be in his late forties or early fifties.

His neatly combed hair, polished shoes, and perfectly pressed suit made him resemble a successful businessman attending an important meeting rather than the leader of a criminal organization.

However... His eyes told a different story. They were cold. Calculating.

Completely devoid of warmth.

Even without speaking a single word, he radiated an invisible pressure that caused the surrounding men to instinctively remain respectful.

It was obvious who commanded this place.

The room fell silent as Lin Feng and Ning Xi were brought before him.

The middle-aged man slowly raised his head, his sharp gaze settling on Lin Feng.

He studied the handsome young man for several long moments.

Only then did the corners of his mouth lift into a faint, unreadable smile.

"So..."

"So... you’re Lin Feng."

The middle-aged man finally broke the silence.

His voice was calm, but it carried the authority of someone accustomed to giving orders.

It was obvious he had already listened to the recordings from the restaurant.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have known Lin Feng’s name so quickly.

Lin Feng met his gaze without the slightest hint of fear.

"I am."

As he spoke, his divine sense quietly swept over the man.

In an instant, countless memories and traces of his past unfolded before Lin Feng’s eyes.

The more he saw... The colder his expression became.

"So that’s the kind of person you are."

It was no wonder Preston had become what he was. Like father, like son.

The apple truly hadn’t fallen far from the tree.

The man before him had spent decades building an empire through intimidation, violence, corruption, and exploitation.

He had ruined countless lives without the slightest remorse, believing his wealth and influence placed him above the law.

To Lin Feng, the darkness surrounding the man was almost tangible.

He had long since abandoned any sense of conscience.

The middle-aged man leaned back in his chair.

"My son."

"Where is he?"

His voice remained steady, but beneath that calm exterior was a father’s growing impatience.

Instead of answering immediately, Lin Feng simply smiled.

The man’s eyes then shifted toward Ning Xi. His gaze lingered for several moments.

A greedy smile slowly spread across his face.