The Strongest Dandy in the City Chapter 4 - 4 4 Shock

Nightfall had arrived, accompanied by a soft breeze drifting through the air.

Having sent Wu Xiaofei away, Ye Chenfeng geared up for his nighttime mission.

Security at the Capital Military Region Hospital exceeded his expectations in strictness.

Gaining entry meant passing three checkpoints, each overseen by six armed sentries on nonstop rotating shifts, allowing zero negligence.

It was common knowledge that military hospital patients were either top state leaders or those with major national merits.

Such ironclad protections existed to block any malicious intruders from slipping in and threatening those vital lives.

Ye Chenfeng had already lingered over an hour outside the military hospital, carefully watching.

Effortless entry was out of reach, yet brute force would definitely draw eyes.

His fighting prowess sat at under ten percent of his prior life's height, but he brimmed with confidence against five or six armed officers.

One more hour of scrutiny, and Ye Chenfeng spotted the flaw.

Every two hours, shift changes left a 30-second void at the checkpoint with no guards present.

To infiltrate the military hospital without detection, seizing that tiny 30-second opening was his sole option.

Sure enough, after another two-hour wait, guards swapped again, letting Ye Chenfeng slip past the first checkpoint smoothly in the brief gap.

Panting hard, he struggled for air.

His present speed had almost gotten him caught by the guards.

His heart pounded “thump, thump” wildly as he grumbled inwardly, “This body’s fitness is still far too weak.

I’ve got to ramp up training from here on.

Or else, heaven knows when I’ll reclaim my past life’s battle strength!”

Should the other two checkpoints share this weakness, Ye Chenfeng just needed to bide his time.

In that 30-second break, he’d dash full tilt while keeping noise minimal.

Over four hours in, Ye Chenfeng squeaked through the last two checkpoints amid heart-stopping near-misses, drenched in cold sweat.

Even the defense planners likely overlooked such a gap!

Besides, normally, 30 seconds was too brief to exploit for breaching a military hospital.

Detecting the pattern demanded prolonged, vigilant observation.

Ye Chenfeng, naturally, stood apart.

His previous life featured national elite training, honing every skill to flawless peaks.

In operations, the tiniest error spelled doom.

Yet as Ye Chenfeng moved to stride openly into the building, armed sentries blocked the doorway.

They demanded passes for passage.

Two hours of waiting confirmed no blind spots at the entrance.

Main entrance infiltration now seemed hopeless.

He could knock out the pair, sure, but alarms would blare instantly.

Ye Chenfeng opted for covert entry tonight to dodge notice from Capital City’s elite clans.

Positioned by the hospital wall, Ye Chenfeng eyed the third-floor height and window spacings.

Window climbing to the third floor felt viable.

With swift, cat-like grace, he vaulted to the first-floor ledge, dug fingers in, and powered upward leg by leg.

Like a nimble insect, he bounded story by story.

Third-floor ward windows stayed sealed tight, save for the public restroom’s ajar pane.

No alternatives, so Ye Chenfeng chose the restroom route.

After all, room 307’s exact spot eluded him.

Pounding on windows sequentially from outside was absurd!

“Phew—” Squeezing through the third-floor restroom window, Ye Chenfeng exhaled deeply.

Legs burned with deep ache, exhaustion nearly dropping him into slumber.

Leaving the men’s room, the late-night corridor lay deathly still, devoid of people.

Ye Chenfeng swiftly pinpointed room 307.

Bypassing a knock, he stepped into the pitch-black chamber.

As Ye Chenfeng reached for the light, a sharp “whoosh” sliced past his ear, stinging it.

Instinct yanked him backward, drawing a startled “huh” from the shadow figure, shocked at the dodge.

Before Ye Chenfeng could utter a word, another fierce gust barreled in; face hardening, he zeroed in on the threat.

He sensed keenly that a hit from the darkness wielder meant real harm.

“Bang!

Bang!

Bang!——”

Full-power clashes sent Ye Chenfeng stumbling five or six steps back from three strikes, fists throbbing numb, a bitter smile crossing his mind.

No breather for talk—the shadow unleashed a storm of blows.

Were his Soul Force still at prior life's Peak, not regressed to Second Level, the dark assailant wouldn’t stand a chance.

Soul Force emerged five centuries ahead, via tech-infused soul empowerment.

Soul Force growth boosted personal prowess in tandem.

Past life saw Ye Chenfeng at Eighth Level Soul Force, but soul-jumping back 500 years into alien flesh tanked it to Second Level.

Soul Force spanned one to ten levels, ascending in might.

This body's frailty barred full Second Level Soul Force use; Ye Chenfeng danced evasively side to side.

Frustration boiled in Ye Chenfeng.

He knew the shadow guarded the elder, yet distraction invited punches.

Grinding teeth, Ye Chenfeng ignored the strain, maxing Second Level Soul Force amid body-rending agony, unfit for peak output.

“Bang!——”

He hammered a savage fist just as lights blazed on.

From nearby, bedridden Ye Zhenhong gaped in shock, stammering, “Chen, Chenfeng, how, how are you here?”

Full punch force shoved Ye Chenfeng back three paces; the sturdy middle-aged man before him recoiled a step too.

Old master Ye Zhenhong witnessed it all, mind reeling.

He knew Wu Kuiyong’s elite special forces skills intimately, top-tier caliber.

Grandson Ye Chenfeng? A supposed timid weakling, fodder for instant takedown by Wu.

But this scene?

Utterly impossible!

How did Ye Chenfeng breach Capital Military Region Hospital?

If he truly traded blows blindly with Wu Kuiyong, his martial skill was no slouch.

Ye Zhenhong’s jaw dropped, a rare jolt for a veteran power broker.