Urban Evil Suppression: Incorporating the Stone Hard Template

Seeing Cheng Tianfang's resolute attitude, Ling Feng didn't refuse and readily agreed:

"Alright! Since you've said so, sir, I'll respectfully comply."

You can talk to Cheng Yun about it; I can treat him anytime.

"Okay, no problem!" Cheng Tianfang was extremely excited, having finally let go of a knot in his heart that had been there for several years.

"I'll have him contact you tomorrow, and by the way... how long will it take to get better?"

"It's just a minor problem!" Ling Feng smiled dismissively, not taking the small issue to heart at all.

"The entire treatment will take less than a week, and I'll give you your grandson back, completely healthy."

"Hahaha……"

Upon hearing the time mentioned by Ling Feng, Cheng Tianfang couldn't help but burst into laughter again.

He held onto Ling Feng's hand tightly and refused to let go, repeatedly saying thank you.

The two chatted for a little while longer before finally bringing the topic to a close.

Ling Feng turned around, finally having time to deal with Isolde, the vampire marquis.

But when his gaze actually fell on Isolde,

The marquis's heart nearly leaped out of his chest; his originally fair skin...

Because of fear, her face even turned slightly pale.

Needless to say, he had long ago hidden away his ugly fangs, fearing any misunderstanding.

As for why he didn't run? Could he even escape? Not to mention the three members of the Special Affairs Bureau were watching him intently...

Ling Feng's divine sense locked onto him, preventing him from even having such thoughts.

They were even afraid that making too much of a movement would lead to a misjudgment and thus bring about their own death.

He has been trying his best to minimize his presence.

But what was bound to happen, finally happened!

Seeing Ling Feng stride towards him, Isolde tensed every muscle in his body.

"You...you don't...come any closer! I...I'm telling you...everyone...is a gentleman."

We're all civilized people, don't... fight... and kill... so casually, that's... very bad!

That broken Chinese, coupled with that cowardly expression, actually made Ling Feng stop in his tracks.

He then chuckled and pretended to intimidate Isolde:

"You vampire, instead of staying in your West, you're playing a chicken-eating game with the Papacy."

What are you doing here in my Eastern land? Don't you know that my land is a forbidden zone for you Western barbarians?

Now you're emphasizing civilized behavior and gentlemanly conduct to me? And telling me not to fight?

Look at this house, and at their injuries. Who was shouting and yelling just now?

As he spoke, he raised an eyebrow slightly, and fine crackling lightning immediately enveloped his entire body:

"You shouldn't have come here, but... since you're here, you don't have to leave!"

"M-Master! Wait..."

Seeing this scene and hearing what Ling Feng was saying, Isolde...

He immediately panicked, and the constant, overwhelming pressure from the thunder made him cower in fear very quickly:

"This...it really is...a misunderstanding! I...I can explain..."

"Heh..." Ling Feng was genuinely amused. Why was this vampire so afraid of death?

This is completely different from what he saw in movies in his previous life!

Shouldn't they be high and mighty, spouting insulting words all the time?

How come he acts like a fool around here? He didn't even exchange a single blow, and he's already kneeling down so quickly?

However, since they've already said that, we should definitely give them the opportunity they deserve.

Since everyone says to be a gentleman, then I'll be a gentleman.

We can't let them look down on our thousands of years of Eastern gentlemanly manners!

Ling Feng crossed his arms and gradually suppressed the lightning that was constantly surging around his body.

He looked at Isolde slowly and said calmly, "Fine, you want to explain, right?"

"Then I'll give you a chance to explain. Please begin your performance!"

"Uh..." Isolde saw Ling Feng withdraw his intimidating aura.

My tense nerves finally relaxed a little, and then I racked my brains for a solution.

However, coming up with a perfect excuse in such a short time is not an easy task.

He stiffly swallowed, then haltingly began to string together broken Chinese:

"Um...I...actually..."

"Go on, why did you stop talking?"

Ling Feng watched his performance with great interest, but in the end, he was met with nothing.

"If I... if I said... I came here because I got lost, would you believe me?"

"laugh--!"

"Damn it!"

"Are you kidding me?"

Ling Feng immediately felt that his intelligence had been greatly insulted.

He wouldn't be this angry if he just kept quiet!

And so, a lightning storm suddenly erupted in the ruins of the Cheng family's old house.

If the lightning on Ling Feng's body earlier was just fragmented flashes of lightning,

That—now it has completely evolved, transforming into the Razer Coil!

A flash of lightning streaked across his eyes, and Ling Feng's figure vanished from the spot.

With a flash of lightning, he appeared instantly in front of Isolde.

"Snapped!"

"what……"

"Damn it..."

"Slap! Slap!"

"No...don't..."

"You're lost, aren't you?"

"Clap clap clap!"

"Stop...no..."

"Give me back what I believe, or not?"

"Clap clap clap clap!"

"Don't...stop..."

"You think you can beat me up like this, huh?"

……

When Ling Feng gets angry, the consequences are severe!

An unprecedented beating was unfolding before everyone's eyes.

Everyone present was completely dumbfounded!

Especially the three members of the Special Affairs Bureau, it's simply unbelievable!

Is this the same vampire marquis who previously utterly crushed them and toyed with them at will?

How come the gap became so big after changing the player?

They've been beaten to a pulp, haven't they? It's even worse than when they were beaten before.

Looking at Isolde, who was curled up on the ground with her hands covering her head after being beaten by Ling Feng,

Of the three members, the one closest to the leader's left,

After swallowing hard, he gently reached out and poked the leader's lower back.

"Boss, I remember our Consultant Ling is also an S-rank expert, right?"

"Hmm!" Wang Beiming, the leader, nodded somewhat absentmindedly and asked vaguely:

"What do you want to say?"

"What I was trying to say was, boss... you seem to be an S-rank powerhouse too, right?"

"and then?"

"I just want to know... why is there such a huge difference between two S-rank powerhouses?"

The team member had barely finished speaking when, before Wang Beiming could even reply,

Another, relatively younger team member couldn't help but laugh:

"Boss, is your S-rank expert status fake?"

"Bullshit!" Wang Beiming was furious, but his anger subsided quickly.