第116章 Here is a chapter title that fits within the 4-8 character range: "False Reunion, Deadly Intent"

**Chapter 116: The Unrelenting Ambush**

"Ah, Lin Feng, long time no see," Wen Xiyue's smile was like a razor, cutting through the air with a false warmth. "I was just, uh, thinking about the old times and decided to drop by."

Lin Feng's eyes narrowed, his gaze still probing for any sign of deception. "What old times?" he asked, his voice like a cold wind that cut through Wen Xiyue's facade.

Wen Xiyue's smile faltered, but he quickly recovered, his eyes darting around the room like a trapped animal. "You know, the days we spent together on the basketball court, the games we won and lost... it was a good time, wasn't it?"

Lin Feng's expression remained impassive, but his mind was racing. What was Wen Xiyue really after? Why was he here, pretending to be his friend? "Save it, Wen," he said, his voice dripping with disdain. "I'm not fooled by your act."

Wen Xiyue's smile twisted, a cold, calculating glint in his eyes. "Oh, I'm not trying to deceive you, Lin Feng. I'm just trying to... rekindle old memories."

But Lin Feng was no fool. He knew Wen Xiyue's game, and he wasn't buying it. "You're not here for old times, Wen," he said, his voice low and deadly. "You're here for something else. Something that has nothing to do with us."

Wen Xiyue's eyes flashed with anger, but he quickly regained his composure. "Maybe you're right," he said, his voice smooth as silk. "Maybe I am here for something else. But you'll never know what it is, Lin Feng. Because I'll never tell you."

The air was heavy with tension as the two men locked eyes, their gazes like two swords clashing. Lin Feng knew he had to tread carefully, but he couldn't shake off the feeling that Wen Xiyue was hiding something. Something big.

As they stood there, frozen in a silent standoff, Lin Feng felt a subtle shift in the atmosphere. It was as if the very fabric of reality was bending, warping to accommodate some unseen force.

And then, without warning, it hit him. A sudden, piercing pain in his head, like a thousand daggers stabbing at his brain. Lin Feng stumbled, his vision blurring, and Wen Xiyue's smile seemed to grow wider, more sinister.

"What's going on?" Lin Feng gasped, his voice like a desperate cry for help.

Wen Xiyue's laughter was like a cold wind, cutting through Lin Feng's words. "You'll find out soon enough," he said, his eyes glinting with malevolence. "But for now, let's just say... the game is afoot."

And with that, everything went black.

To be continued...