Revengeful Swordsman in Online Game

2061 winter midnight.

The cold wind whistled over the sky of the Dongjiang River, although it is the southernmost city in China, it still feels quite cold.

At this moment, a slender young man appeared in the dark and dim alley of the riverside slum area, followed closely by seven or eight men in black clothes. The frequent footsteps were mixed with a sound of panic and collision.

The young man is named Yang Feng, the only son of Yang Zhenhua, the chairman of the Yang Group, the top of the three energy giants in China. Over two months ago, Yang Zhenhua and his wife died in a plane crash due to a malfunction, and Yang Feng became the heir of the Yang Group.

After a few chases, Yang Feng, in a hurry, lost his way and rushed into a narrow alley with only one exit. Pause for a moment, Yang Feng's handsome face looks even paler in the faint moonlight. Hearing the sound coming from behind, he hurriedly ran towards the old broken gate at the end of the alley.

As he rushed through the dilapidated gate, his pale face was filled with despair. This is an abandoned factory that has been empty for many years, with nothing inside and no second exit or hiding place!

With panic in his eyes, Yang Feng quickly scanned the entire factory floor, then rushed towards the nearest exhaust vent. He leaped up, grabbing onto the iron railing of the vent two meters above the ground with both hands, and exerted all his strength to pull himself up using the power of his feet against the wall.

Damn it! "

The abandoned iron railing, which had been unused for many years, unexpectedly held firm. Yang Feng angrily pounded his right fist on the iron railing and cursed, then quickly climbed up to another ventilation opening.

Damn it! Damn it! Damn it... "

Before he finished testing all the exhaust vents, seven or eight dark figures appeared at the entrance.

"Hehe..." "

With a cold sneer, Yang Feng's heart skipped a beat, his eyes fixed firmly on the black-clad leader at the front of the door. Surrounded by an eerie silence, he could almost hear his own heartbeat and breathing. As if reaching the depths of despair, the heavy stone in his heart suddenly disappeared. He grabbed a rusty iron rod from the wall and swung it haphazardly at the approaching figure in black.

"Snap! "

With a muffled sound, the other end of the rusty iron rod was firmly held in the leather-gloved hand of the leader in black as if it were embedded in solid steel and rock. The leader in black clothes had a calm expression and lifted his foot to kick fiercely towards Yang Feng's chest.

With a loud bang, Yang Feng's body was kicked two meters away, and in an instant, his chest felt like it was being crushed by a thousand-pound boulder, making it impossible to inhale, only exhale. Finally, he couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood. He lay sprawled on the cold floor, his body weak and his vision gradually blurring.

The leader in black casually kicked Yang Feng again, flipping him over, then stepped on his handsome pale face with a huge body, bringing his face close to Yang Feng's side face pressed against the ground, sneering, "Young Master Yang, you are really hard to find, actually escaping to this inconspicuous small town." Unfortunately, you never lived to see the day when you would take over the Yang Group. "

The leader in black clothes has a prominent scar above his left eye, making his fierce face look even more terrifying. Read the endless resentment in Yang Feng's sidelong glance, the leader in black showed a hint of sardonic smile at the corner of his mouth, and his cold eyes were filled with a sense of killing intent.

The scar-faced leader in black clothes picked at Yang Feng's dusty clothes with the rusty iron rod, took out the wallet from the pocket, checked the identification inside, and then put it back. A satisfied look appeared on his face: "For the sake of that two billion, spending more than two months on you is worth it." Take him away! "

The last sentence, however, was spoken to the subordinates behind him. When the group of black-clothed men silenced and tied up Yang Feng and dragged him out of the alley, a gray figure swiftly passed over the rooftops of the low buildings in the alley.

On the Dongjiang Bridge, several people in black clothes stood side by side, with Yang Feng being held outside the guardrail, his shoulders firmly pinned down by two other people in black clothes.

Is this rope okay? The scarred leader in black clothes asked one of his subordinates who was standing beside him.

The man in black replied, "After soaking in water for two or three hours, this rope will loosen and break." "

Scarfaced leader in black nodded in satisfaction, reached out to tear off the tape from Yang Feng's mouth, and felt the strong hatred in his eyes. He calmly smiled and said, "Don't blame me, blame your birth in the Yang family." "

Knowing that he was doomed once he fell into their hands, Yang Feng was surprisingly less nervous in his heart: "Who sent you to kill me?" "

Those of us in this line of work have a rule: if the employer is unwilling to provide details, we won't inquire about their background either. However, for the sake of the huge sum of money you provided us with when you were dying, I can tell you my guess," the black-clothed leader of the scar whispered a few words in Yang Feng's ear, and in his angry expression, he gently pushed him out of the bridge, "Don't vote for the wrong person in the next life." "

The cold wind brushed across his face, a sharp pain like a crack followed, and then his body fell into the icy Dongjiang River. Yang Feng's consciousness slowly dissipated: "Mom, Dad, today, I finally come of age..." I am not willing to accept this, I am not willing to accept this... "

Since you are not willing to accept it, then use all means to take back everything. "

An old voice sounded in his ears, as if the call of the god of the underworld. Yang Feng felt his body floating with a warm feeling, then slowly opened his eyes. A small figure appeared in his sight, and when he saw the old face in front of him clearly, Yang Feng suddenly became a little more awake: 'I'm not dead!' "

"After drinking a whole bottle of Snow Lotus Jade Dew, it's hard to die," said the small and elderly man standing with his hands behind his back. With a few strands of white hair at his temples, he appeared tough and spirited, showing no surprise or confusion in Yang Feng's eyes. "Young man, what's your name?" "

Yang Feng. "

"From today on, you will be called Yanfeng." I will give you two years to follow me and learn my skills. From now on, you must obey my arrangements until you can defeat me. The old man spoke with great conviction.

This is impossible, I still have a lot of things to do! "Yang Feng directly refuted the old man's words."

"My Snow Lotus Jade Dew is not a gift. No matter what deep hatred you have to avenge, now your life belongs to me. If you dare to say another 'no', I will end you immediately!" "

Majestic! Since he was sensible, Yang Feng has never experienced such a threat despite being flattered by everyone.

Staring into the sharp eyes of the old man, Yang Feng felt as if his body was under a powerful pressure. Having experienced life and death once, Yang Feng clearly read the sense of death in the old man's eyes.

Before Yang Feng could respond, the old man took out a bottle of potion from his pocket and threw it to him, saying, "Drink it!" "

Yang Feng looked at the bright red liquid in the medicine bottle, despite having experienced death once, he still felt an inexplicable fear in his heart, and asked in a trembling voice, "What is this?" "

"Blood poison, if consumed, will cause excruciating pain throughout your body after two months without the antidote. Your blood will gradually boil and eventually be burned to ashes by the blood flames!" The old man's eyes were sharp, staring at Yang Feng's pale face as if he were the god of death.

Yang Feng's mind was filled with an image of his whole body burning to ashes, sending a shiver down his spine. But, did he have a second choice? Rather than being killed by the old monster in front of me now, it's better to accept the arrangement of fate. After all, when a person dies, there is nothing left, but when alive, at least there is still a chance.

"I must survive!" A strange force washed away the fear in his heart, Yang Feng closed his eyes and drank the blood poison potion in one breath.

Taste, a little bitter... …