Through thick and thin

  It's been ten years.

  Lin Zifeng has been in the Wolf's Fang training camp for ten years. In those ten years, Lin Zifeng personally killed several of his closest friends with his own hands, watching them die at his feet, and Lin Zifeng went crazy again and again.

  But every time this happens, Feng Ke would appear at his bedside, holding him and crying together.

  "We are brothers, living on each other's shoulders, viewing the world with our own obsessions. Don't forget that you are a witness to our existence."

  At this moment, Lin Zifeng's eyes blurred. ?? Struggle for Hegemony 9

  "No, no......"

  Killer No. 25 raised the long knife in his hand and took a step forward, chasing after Lin Zifeng and Feng Ke.

  Lin Zifeng saw him and immediately bowed, directly lifting Feng Ke up by the waist and running towards the depths of the forest with a hobbling gait. At the same time, he took out the wild boar that was stuck between Feng Ke's legs and threw it backwards, covering it with several leaves kicked up by his right foot.

  As soon as Lin Zifeng left, the trees nearby shook violently, and a gray wolf rushed out of the bushes.

  The gray wolf looked in the direction Lin Zifeng was leaving, and a hint of humanized reluctance appeared in his cold eyes. The next moment, the gray wolf turned around, revealing two sharp canine teeth to the muscular killer who was chasing after Lin Zifeng and Feng Ke, and the hair on his back stood up instantly.

  Zhuang Han got closer and closer, his calm eyes never looking at the gray wolf.

  However, his knife had already turned, its blade unwittingly aimed at all possible directions from which the gray wolf could charge.

  "Ahhh!!!"

  A long howl echoed through the entire valley, lingering for a long time. Cheng Hong and Du Tianxing were retreating. Feng Ke and Lin Zifeng were escaping. And all the wild wolves in Amazon heard this loud howl at this moment.

  Then, the wild wolf charged towards the strong man killer without any scruples.

  "Hah!"

  Only a sound of a long knife piercing the flesh was heard, and a blood curtain splashed onto Amazon's land. However, the wild wolf's two sharp fangs also tightly bit into the strong man's neck at the same time.

  Something even more profound than Feng Ke's Iron Bone Flow was bitten through by the wild wolf's sharp fangs. There is only one possibility for this outcome: the strong man underestimated his opponent, thinking that one knife would be enough to finish off the wild wolf. However, he clearly underestimated the ferocity of the Amazonian wild wolves. This pack, which drove lions and tigers out of the Amazon and reigned supreme, had hunting skills that were in no way inferior to those of humans, especially when they were fighting for their lives.

  The majestic Han's ever-present long knife had fallen to the ground amidst the yellow leaves due to this sudden pain. Having cultivated Iron Bone Flow for so long, he probably hadn't experienced such pain in a long time.

  In the Amazon forest, a comical scene emerged. A wolf was hanging from the upper body of a robust man, while the man grasped the wolf with both hands, trying to pull it down forcefully. In his panic, he accidentally stepped on a wild boar clamp set by Lin Ziyu without her knowledge.

  "Roar."

  The sturdy man who had not uttered a word from the beginning suddenly let out a loud roar, and the powerful impact sent the wild wolf flying out, heavily crashing into the mud pit.

  Zhuang Han picked up the long knife that had fallen to the ground earlier, looked at the wild wolf crawling in the mud, and then looked in the direction where Lin Zifeng had escaped. There was no sign of Lin Zifeng's figure there anymore.

  Finally, Zhuang Han did not step forward to add a knife, holding the chopping knife, with his right foot clamping on the wild boar's jaw, limping and chasing in the direction of Lin Zifeng's escape. ??Zheng Xiong 9

  At the same time, Cheng Hong, who was evacuating, had been uneasy since he heard the wolf's long howl. After leading the team to a relatively safe place, Cheng Hong picked up his gun and handed over the team to Du Tianxing before rushing in the direction of the wolf's howl with great urgency.

  At the same time, Lin Zifeng also put Feng Ke down, but now Lin Zifeng pressed Feng Ke into a puddle of water.

  This is a ditch with not much water, just wide enough for one person to lie down, like a natural tomb. At this time, Feng Ke was pressed into it by Lin Zifeng. On Feng Ke's body, except for his head, all other parts were covered with thick wild grass and mud.

  This is a way to hide one's own breath.

  The Wolf Fang Troops possessed a sixth sense that ordinary troops did not have, but at the same time they themselves had also learned how to conceal their own aura.

  "Feng Ke naturally knew what Lin Zifeng wanted to do, but he absolutely couldn't let Lin Zifeng do it. 'Zifeng, let me go, I know what you want to do, and I won't agree to it.' At this time, Feng Ke, who was being held down by both hands by Lin Zifeng, said involuntarily."

  However, Lin Zifeng looked at Feng Ke and just smiled calmly.

  The next moment, without any hesitation, Lin Zifeng stretched out his five fingers and formed a hand knife. He chopped down on Feng Ke's neck with one palm. Feng Ke was just about to shout loudly, but before he could even open his mouth, his eyes rolled back and he fainted.

  "We are brothers, you have to step on my shoulders to survive, you are the witness that proves I once lived."

  Lin Zifeng finished speaking, immediately spread the prepared wild grass on Feng Ke's face, and then sprinkled some mud on top of the wild grass. After doing all this, Lin Zifeng stood up, looked at the spot he had decorated without any flaws, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

  "Water and mud can wash away everyone's tracks, even now I couldn't find you. However, the organization's killer is also very powerful, someone must be used to lure him away."

  "I hope you live well. If I die, help me find my identity and see if I still have any relatives in this world. Take care of them for me, that's my only request."

  "If we can meet again, let's drink a toast of reunion."

  These words, Feng Kei could vaguely hear in his coma, he tried hard to make himself wake up, but no matter how hard he tried, his physical functions had reached the limit, and he couldn't open his eyes.

  Lin Zifeng finished speaking and wiped the moist corners of his eyes. At the same time, his demeanor changed in an instant, from his initial yearning for life to his current awareness of death.

  When alive, be a hero among men; when dead, be a champion among ghosts.

  "Birth, death, what's there to be afraid of."

  Lin Zifeng let out a long sigh amidst his joys and sorrows, turned around and left.

  A few minutes later, Lin Zifeng encountered a burly killer rushing towards him. At this time, the burly man had a blood mark on his neck and a wild boar clip on his right foot. He surprisingly didn't take it off and continued to chase after Lin Zifeng with the wild boar clip still on his foot.

  "This distance won't do, it's too close to Feng Ke's location. If he senses carefully, he'll definitely find Feng Ke. I need to lure him further away." Lin Zifeng thought this the moment he encountered the muscular assassin.

  Then he looked at the strong man and said coldly.

  "I'll stake my head on it, to show the organization how it's done. But I don't want to be captured without a fight, as a member of the assassin training camp, at least let me die in battle." - Struggle for Hegemony 9

  Lin Zifeng looked at the sturdy man and said coldly. At this time, Lin Zifeng was no longer arrogant in the Wolf's Fang Training Camp, nor did he yearn for freedom after his escape. He now had a clear mind, seeing through life very clearly.

  The robust Han looked at him indifferently, the long knife in his hand slowly rising up.

  Brush.

  Suddenly, Lin Zifeng dodged to one side and turned into the shrubbery. At the same time, the strong man also chased after him with big strides, swinging his machete left and right, and amazingly, he actually hacked out a path through the dense shrubs.

  Lin Zifeng crouched down and moved forward, while the strong man was like a tank, nothing could stop him. Even several times Lin Zifeng was chased by the strong man, the machete in his hand cut out several blood-splashing wounds on Lin Zifeng's body.

  Sorry about the late update tonight, brothers.

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