The mafia members, momentarily taken aback by the intensity of that kick, quickly shook off the surprise. Overlooking Feng Yi due to their superior numbers, they wondered if the young man would sprout wings and fly away.

No one had ever dared to act tough in front of them. Speaking about toughness, they were tougher than anyone! With maniacal faces, the thugs frantically circled Feng Yi on their motorcycles, horns blaring, in the middle of the road, turning him into the pivot point of a windmill.

Buzzing...

The tremendous noise was ear-splitting. Sheng Qiangwei felt faint ... She felt her body stirring in her sleep within Feng Yi's arms. But unbeknownst to him, Sheng Qiangwei was already waking up, her eyes suddenly opening then closing tightly.

To be frank, it was rather troublesome holding this woman. At an ordinary moment, his agility would allow him to weave through buildings with ease— now, he feared that Sheng Qiangwei's body would not be able to tolerate the high-intensity strain from his movements.

Finding a place in the Shadow District was not impossible, but finding a welcoming inn amidst the chaos was a bit difficult.

The immediate problem was how to deal with these members of the mafia. Seeing the crowd's refusal to back down, the only option appeared to be a fight.

Despite this, Feng Yi had planned to resolve the situation as peacefully as possible. His unwillingness to stir up trouble didn't mean that he was actually afraid of it. The dormant black seed in his heart had not awakened for years. Remembering Lasso's teachings, he had kept his impulsiveness in check, even when facing the Heart of the Butterfly.

These mafia members weren't worth his time. Feng Yi's intense gaze softened, and suddenly, he found the whole situation quite amusing.

The man whom he had previously kicked was slowly getting up from the ground. The motorcycles surrounding Feng Yi stopped one by one. It seemed the bald man leading them was the head of the criminals. He moved his neck around, a crunching sound ringing out…

"That was quite a kick, you little shit. You're in trouble now," the bald man spat out, his voice filled with venom. "Before we start with that, let's talk about the compensation for my motorcycle. I think that should be discussed first."

"Good point, there should be some compensation. Name your price."

The sudden shift in Feng Yi's tone caught them all off guard. Even the leader seemed taken aback. Had they really encountered a naive young man? Extending his finger, he named his price: "One thousand Federal Coins."

One thousand Federal Coins was more than enough to buy ten or eight motorcycles, let alone just one. On hearing this, Feng Yi chuckled.

Whoosh! With a swift, invisible chop, Feng Yi returned to his original position, and the motorcycle in front of him was neatly sliced into two halves. "Now, do you want to ask for two thousand Federal Coins?"

Drops of cold sweat formed on the leader's face, and the others were left in utter shock!

What was going on? Was this a magic trick? Or did this man have some sort of cutting weapon? As a man and woman jumped off the halved motorcycle and it crashed to the ground, everyone found it hard to believe what they were witnessing. Even Zi Mou, the president of the Wind Thunder gang, couldn't possibly possess such terrifying strength.

With full body tattoos, the bald man gritted his teeth and squeezed through clenched teeth: "Kill him."

"Boss, what about this woman?"

"Ignore the woman."

With the leader's order, the men on the motorcycles pulled out guns from their belts. A few of the mafia members even revved the engines and drove straight towards Feng Yi.

What was happening!? The most shocked wasn't anyone else but without a doubt, Sheng Qiangwei. She could clearly hear the conversation between the two, but didn't expect things to escalate so fast. She felt dizzy; she couldn't move, or even stand. All she could do was sway along with Feng Yi's elicited movements.

Bang--bang--bang...

With the sound of gunshots, the peace of the shopping district was abruptly shattered!

Feng Yi couldn't dodge these bullets. Or at least, he couldn't move Sheng Qiangwei quickly enough to dodge them. If he were late, Sheng Qiangwei would be in grave danger. However, handgun bullets were slow and only effective over short distances, around 200 meters. If this had been a powerful Barrett or Reaper 2000 sniper rifle, capable of initial bullet speeds of 3000, he wouldn't dare to directly receive the shots despite having a tough body.

Swirl swirl swirl swirl ... by utilizing his agility, Feng Yi deflected the scores of bullets with his bare hands and returned fire: "Here, take these back."

As the saying goes, "Don't give what you can't take." Before they knew it, he returned all the bullets.

The motorcycles up close couldn't cause him even the slightest harm. All Feng Yi truly feared were the bullets. He effortlessly moved amongst the metal beasts as if he were in an uninhabited territory and encountered a motorcycle rushing towards him, Feng Yi deftly counterattacked with a kick.

While this was happening, the motorcycles on either side of him arrived. Seeing this, Feng Yi unflinchingly kicked out at them. This kick created shockwaves far too powerful! The vehicles didn't go flying, but instead immediately broke into pieces.

Taking a step forward, Feng Yi leveraged his momentum and shot out a punch at the body of the motorcycle on his side. With a heavy thud, the deformed bumper and the bike slid along the ground for several meters.

Immediately after, three bikes raced towards him from different directions.

Feng Yi, standing completely still, suddenly sprang up, twisting his waist to execute three different moves in mid-air. This was the Falcon Three-Stage Kick, an advanced special military combat technique that required extreme bodily hardness to performed correctly. Bang-- bang--bang-- consecutive strikes, the drivers along with several female passengers flew off, and their bikes crashed into one spot.

At the same time, more than ten remaining motorcycles attacked Feng Yi simultaneously, and even worse, they even started swinging iron chains toward Sheng Qiangwei.

Faced with a so many attacks, Feng Yi's eyebrows twitched noticeably. He turned to protect Sheng Qiangwei while breaking a motorcycle with a swing of his arm and grabbing an oncoming chain. With a quick pull, the chain and its wielder were thrown accurately at two of the rear attackers.

Feng Yi's movements were swift as lightning. He didn't give the remaining hooligans time to react, and in an instant, he moved Sheng Qiangwei at a speed her body could bear to another location. Picking up a bike handle, with a hard swing, two motorcycles shattered like an eggshell.

Seeing a bike close to crashing into Sheng Qiangwei, he stopped in his tracks and extended his elbow to collide with the front of the bike, disrupting his rhythmic movements. Even inertia played a role as the sheer force of the blow from a top-tier fighter like him misaligned the motorcycle's ignition system and lodged it into the gas tank.

Beep-- beep-- beep ... Boom! An explosion lit up the previously quiet Shadow District, the sudden column of flames reaching the dark sky. Fortunately, the driver had managed to jump off just before the bike exploded.

Fearing scattered debris, Feng Yi quickly shielded Sheng Qiangwei with his own body.

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