Seeing Ta Kun, Old K, and others fleeing in panic, Jiang Feng chose not to pursue them further.
The immediate priority was to return to Feng Yueji's side. He first removed the gag from her mouth, then untied the ropes that bound her.
"Master..." Feng Yueji, after being tormented for so long and seriously injured, was left weak and faint.
Once free, her delicate body went limp and she had no choice but to lean into Jiang Feng's embrace, her breath fragrant and soft.
"How are you?" Jiang Feng asked with concern, holding onto Feng Yueji and helping her back onto the bench.
"I'm okay," Feng Yueji replied with a bitter smile, filled with shame, "Master, I've embarrassed you..."
All along, Feng Yueji wanted to be Jiang Feng's right-hand person, able to help him when he wasn't around.
However, in the end, she had overestimated herself. When a rare opportunity arose to stand out, not only did she fail to protect those around Jiang Feng, but she also became a burden, used as leverage against him.
This left Feng Yueji deeply frustrated and self-reproachful.
"No embarrassment. You were captured while protecting Qingcheng and the others, and ultimately, it was because of me; I dragged you into this." Jiang Feng said calmly.
"No," Feng Yueji shook her head bitterly, "It's because I'm useless. Despite your painstaking efforts to teach me martial arts, I still fall short..."
"Your current strength naturally doesn't match those few people. However, your potential for growth far exceeds theirs."
While Jiang Feng comforted Feng Yueji, a faint voice from the direction of the container caught his attention.
Jiang Feng frowned; could that ape-like guy not be dead yet?
Immediately, he patted Feng Yueji's fragrant shoulder, asking her to wait for him a moment, then headed towards the container again.
Feng Yueji gazed deeply at Jiang Feng's departing figure, feeling not only self-reproach and lingering fear but also an intense sense of relief and admiration.
Her loved one was indeed invincible, able to tackle any crisis that came his way with ease and prowess!
By the container, Basara, who had suffered a rib-cracking kick from Jiang Feng, was struggling to rise with his last breath.
Among the three bodyguards, Basara wasn't the tallest or the most robust, but he was the toughest.
This was because Basara made his name practicing Muay Thai; his fists and feet had once shattered and broken over a thousand rubber trees.
In contrast, although Jiang Feng's kick was overwhelming, it wasn't enough to take his life directly!
"Chi...Chinese Jiang Feng!"
Basara, standing upright, panted, "I must admit, you are the strongest Chinese I've ever encountered! Your strength...is seriously disproportionate to your age..."
Jiang Feng looked at Basara expressionlessly.
"I know...I'm no match for you, but for the sake of Young Master Ta Kun...I must...hold on a bit longer..."
Basara took deep breaths with effort, but every breath was a burning pain in his lungs, indicating that Jiang Feng's previous kick had severely injured his internal organs.
"You're quite loyal, I must say." Jiang Feng mocked, not showing any sympathy in his eyes.
"Chinese Jiang Feng...there's one more secret I must tell you..." Basara said, staring at Jiang Feng with a complicated expression.
Jiang Feng frowned but remained motionless.
"The secret is..."
Basara took one last deep breath; suddenly, his demeanor shifted from weak and collapsing to fiercely gathering his aura into a terrifying killing intent, launching a vicious jab at Jiang Feng's heart!
The secret of Muay Thai, surprise attack and catching one off guard!
The key to Muay Thai, striking first, swiftly and decisively!
Turns out, Basara intended to use his words to distract Jiang Feng, aiming to launch a surprise killing blow on him!
However, little did he know that his tricks had long been seen through by Jiang Feng.
Jiang Feng casually reached out, catching Basara's jabbing fist as it came at him.
With a flip of his hand, Basara screamed in agony, forced to kneel on the ground!
Soon, the crunching sound of bone breaking resonated from Basara's hand, causing him immense pain and prompting even louder screams.
"In China, there's a term called 'child's play' to describe you." Jiang Feng remarked disdainfully, "As a Late Stage Maestro, is this all you've got?"
With that, Jiang Feng delivered a ferocious punch ruthlessly at Basara's throat!
This punch, with an immense force like an elephant uprooting a tree, or a giant moving a mountain!
Basara let out a painful grunt, and his entire body flew back again, crashing hard against the container.
This time, Basara wasn't so lucky, and upon impact, his flesh exploded, splattering onto the container!
Seeing this scene, Feng Yueji's pupils contracted!
Jiang Feng's formidable power and unparalleled skills once again amazed her!
After killing Basara with a single punch, Jiang Feng took out his phone and calmly dialed Situ Yan's number.
Without any unnecessary words, he explained to Situ Yan what had happened in the abandoned warehouse just now.
Upon learning about these new developments, including the Heigu Group's overseas retaliation and the kidnapping of Jiang Feng's associates, Situ Yan was extremely shocked and furious!
This matter was indeed of great significance!
These reckless Myanmar drug dealers repeatedly causing trouble in China was no longer merely toying with Chinese lives; it was outright trampling on China's dignity, courting death in various ways!
"Jiang Feng, don't worry. I will immediately report this to our superiors and let Mourning Sir inform even higher-ranking officials. We will cast a net throughout the city to capture those people! They are all foreigners and easily recognizable, they won't escape!" Situ Yan promised firmly.
"Mm." Jiang Feng nodded calmly and then hung up the phone.
In his view, apart from the already dead Yefimovich and the other two, those remaining with Ta Kun and Old K were not experts and could easily be handled by the operational department.
As long as the operational department quickly sealed off Binhai's land, sea, and air ways, Ta Kun and his men couldn't escape and would undoubtedly be captured!
Putting his phone away, Jiang Feng returned to Feng Yueji's side.
At this moment, Feng Yueji was carefully tending to her fractured wrist. Seeing Jiang Feng approach, she forced a bitter smile.
"Master, did you just call the operational department?"
Jiang Feng nodded, and then, looking at Feng Yueji's swollen wrist that resembled a pig's trotter, said, "Go upstairs, clear out a room, and I'll be up to heal you shortly."
"Alright." Feng Yueji took a deep breath, held onto her red and swollen hand, and painfully went upstairs.
Jiang Feng watched her enter a room, ensuring she wouldn't pay attention to what followed, and began clearing the three corpses on the ground.
This scene, he wouldn't let Feng Yueji see, but he also wouldn't waste this opportunity for a supply boost!