"Lin Feng, Zhuang Bifan called his friends over! They're here to beat you up! You need to run!"

Seeing Zhuang Bifan and his men barge in, Liu Fei'er paled and pushed Lin Feng, urging him to flee.

"Run away?"

Lin Feng remained seated, not moving an inch. "The words 'run away' don't exist in my dictionary," he stated. "I'm actually curious to see just how much of a show-off this poser can be."

The people in the restaurant, witnessing the commotion, were too scared to speak.

Upon entering, Zhuang Bifan's group headed straight for Lin Feng and Liu Fei'er, surrounding them without a word.

Liu Fei'er was so terrified she lost all color, not knowing what to do.

Lin Feng, however, seemed relaxed as he continued eating, as if nothing were amiss.

"Bro, you hit me earlier. Do you realize the consequences now?" the poser sneered, a cigarette dangling from his lips as he stood before Lin Feng, glaring.

Lin Feng continued to ignore him, focusing on his meal.

Seeing this, the poser frowned. He hadn't expected Lin Feng to ignore him, and it made him feel like he was losing face. Subsequently, he did something audacious. While Lin Feng was engrossed in his food, the poser flicked his lit cigarette over Lin Feng's bowl, and a clump of ash dropped into the rice.

"HAHAHAHA..." Zhuang Bifan's buddies roared with laughter at the sight.

"Eat this bowl of rice, and I'll let you off today," Zhuang Bifan said, smiling haughtily with the cigarette dangling from his lips, his tone threatening.

"Zhuang Bifan, this is between you and me! It has nothing to do with Lin Feng—"

"You, shut the hell up!" Zhuang Bifan immediately silenced Liu Fei'er as she tried to speak.

Lin Feng wiped his mouth with a napkin, stood up, and looked at Zhuang Bifan. He asked coldly, "What did you say?"

"I said, eat the bowl of rice in front of you. I'm in a good mood today, so I'll let you off. PTOOEY!" As he spoke, Zhuang Bifan spat directly into Lin Feng's bowl.

The mixture of spit and ash made the bowl of rice look utterly disgusting.

"Eat it! Are you going to eat it or not? HAHAHAHA..." Zhuang Bifan taunted, cigarette in his mouth, and his men laughed again.

They were a gang of bullies who had committed plenty of wicked deeds, and until now, no one had dared to resist them.

"You want to see me eat this spit-soaked rice?" Lin Feng asked, frowning.

"You dare not— UGH! AH!"

Zhuang Bifan, cigarette still in his mouth, was about to retort when Lin Feng suddenly moved. One hand clamped over Zhuang Bifan's mouth, forcing it open, while the other punched him squarely in it. The lit half-cigarette he'd been smoking was driven straight back into his mouth!

Zhuang Bifan writhed in pain, flailing, but Lin Feng's grip was too strong. With a hard shove from Lin Feng, he was forced to swallow the burning cigarette butt!

"Damn it, he dares to fight back! Get him, boys!" one of Zhuang Bifan's buddies yelled.

This all happened in the blink of an eye. By the time Zhuang Bifan's buddies reacted, Lin Feng had already brutally manhandled Zhuang Bifan.

His buddies threw a flurry of punches at Lin Feng, but he remained composed. He took them down one by one, as if they were punching bags, beating them until they howled in pain. A single punch from him was enough to ensure they couldn't get back up.

Zhuang Bifan struggled to get up, but Lin Feng was a step ahead, directly stomping on his hand.

"ARGH!" Zhuang Bifan shrieked like a pig being slaughtered. "It hurts... Boss, it hurts! Let go..."

"Does it hurt?" Lin Feng sneered, then turned to Liu Fei'er. "Fei'er, what's about to happen isn't suitable for children or beautiful young ladies like yourself. Turn away and don't watch."

Although Liu Fei'er was curious, she did as Lin Feng said and turned her head away.

Seeing Lin Feng's sinister grin, Zhuang Bifan cried out in panic, "Wh-what are you going to do?"

"Didn't you want to see someone eat rice mixed with spit? Now, here's your chance to experience it yourself!"

A harsh glint flashed in Lin Feng's eyes. He gripped Zhuang Bifan's jaw, forcing his mouth open. With his other hand, he picked up the half-bowl of rice mixed with spit and ashes from the table and poured it all into Zhuang Bifan's mouth!

A live show: force-feeding spit-and-ash rice!

It was unbelievable! The once arrogant Zhuang Bifan was now reduced to this state, forced to eat the very spit he had hocked up himself!

"COUGH... COUGH..."

Tears streamed from Zhuang Bifan's eyes, his mouth smeared with spit and ash. He looked utterly wretched.

"Boss... Boss, I was wrong... I'll never dare to do it again," Zhuang Bifan wept, pleading with Lin Feng.

"Do you know what the consequences will be if you ever bother Fei'er again?" Lin Feng asked, squatting down. He kept his eyes closed, faced with Zhuang Bifan's spit-smeared face; he'd just eaten and was worried he might vomit if he looked.

"I know, I know! I'll never dare again! Boss, please, let me off this once! I was blind and failed to recognize a great man..."

Zhuang Bifan, thoroughly terrified, looked at Lin Feng as if he were a demon. He truly couldn't fathom it; his buddies, usually so arrogant and tough, had been so easily beaten this time. They couldn't even get up after a light touch from Lin Feng. It was simply demonic!

Lin Feng stood up. "Get lost!" he said softly.

At that, Zhuang Bifan and his men scrambled to their feet, stumbling and staggering as they fled the restaurant.

Liu Fei'er had already turned back around. The image of Lin Feng standing up for her was deeply imprinted in her mind, making her feel as if she were in a dream.

"Lin Feng, how are you so good at fighting?" Liu Fei'er, who had a passion for martial arts stories since childhood, suddenly looked at Lin Feng with admiration.

"I studied at a martial arts school before," Lin Feng said lightly, then quickly changed the subject. "Heh. Otherwise, I wouldn't have ended up as a security guard, right? Have you eaten enough? Shall we go?"

"I'll go pay," Liu Fei'er said, snapping back to reality, her voice a mix of excitement and shyness.

「That night」

After sending Liu Fei'er home, Lin Feng, following their prior arrangement, took a taxi straight to Room 214 of the Huanghua Hotel.

This was where he and Ye Lin had agreed to exchange information. Only after confirming he wasn't being tailed did he enter the hotel.

As soon as he entered the room, Ye Lin voiced her displeasure. "Why are you so late?" She had already been waiting for Lin Feng for half an hour.

"Ah... something held me up," Lin Feng explained.

"What was it?" Ye Lin asked.

"Well... you're not my wife, so why should I tell you everything?" Lin Feng chuckled. "Actually, it was nothing. I just had dinner with a colleague from work to try and gather some information."

"And the result?" Ye Lin glanced at him.

"Well... no results for now. What about you? Tell me what's happening on your end," Lin Feng retorted, pursing his lips as he lay down on the hotel bed.

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