The top of the sheet before him bore three large characters.
It seemed like a title given to the image of subduing thugs with bare hands.
Chen Feng smiled, then turned his gaze to Xu Yao, who was looking down in front of him.
"Mhm." Xu Yao nodded.
"Thank you, it's very well drawn." Chen Feng said with a smile.
The other party nodded lightly, and soon, with her head down, returned to the sofa area.
Seeing this, Chen Feng smiled, folded the drawing, and placed it in the clothing bag he was carrying.
The time gradually approached twelve o'clock, and it was time for him to get off work.
The rolling shutter door was pulled down, and he waved his hand at Li Hongxia and her daughter.
"Sister Hongxia, take it slow on the road."
"Alright, you too, Xiao Feng. Xiao Yao, say goodbye to brother again."
"Goodbye brother Chen Feng."
After nodding and smiling at Xu Yao, Chen Feng watched the two of them ride their electric scooter until they disappeared into the street.
Without further delay, he turned around and quickly left with the clothing bag in hand, tearing off an Energy Bar and popping it into his mouth.
The sound of chewing continued, and the nearby barbecue stall could no longer tempt him.
As he walked past the stall, the drifting steam dispersed behind him.
His footsteps were firm, and he took another bite of the Energy Bar, crunching and breaking it.
Witnessing this, a shadow at the corner of the street abruptly tossed away a cigarette butt and stamped it out with a firm footstep.
Emerging in a black sweatshirt with a hood covering his face, making his face unrecognizable.
But one could see that he followed Chen Feng not far behind, holding a slender steel rod in his hand.
"Little bastard, I've finally caught up with you."
"Because of you, I got nabbed by the Security Bureau, didn't get the money, and got myself into trouble..."
"I'm going to break your bones in a bit!"
Gnashing his teeth, he followed behind Chen Feng, watching his back as he ate the Energy Bar.
Zhao Jin's eyes glinted maliciously, full of malice.
Then, he quickened his pace.
He took a glance at the surrounding streets.
This area was approaching the vicinity of an old residential complex, with few surveillance devices.
The familiar alley appeared again, and he watched the kid walk into it.
"Heh, little bastard, you're as good as dead!"
He cursed under his breath, surprised by his smooth stalking.
No cameras around the alley made it an opportune moment to strike!
Suddenly, his gaze brightened, and gripping the steel rod tightly, he hurried his steps to catch up.
He dashed into the dark corner of the alley.
It was as if a prowling beast suddenly awakened.
A gust of wind hit his face before he could react.
He saw a well-built young man reaching out with a large hand, grabbing his face.
In the moment of surprise, a great force burst forth.
His head was pressed by the large hand and smashed against the red brick wall of the alley.
Flesh was torn, blood spurted!
Bricks crumbled, and the pain was intense!
The muffled impact echoed in all directions, and two sound-controlled lights in the surrounding residential area lit up.
The steel rod fell to the ground helplessly, creating a clear series of sounds.
Zhao Jin's consciousness blurred; he didn't know when the blood from his head started to overflow, soaking through the hood of his sweatshirt, dripping down to the tip of his nose.
With no expression, Chen Feng took a step forward, his rugged face emerging from the darkness.
Such intense malice, even without turning his head, he could discern the anomaly through his innate perception.
Immediately, he pulled off the other person's hoodie to see a familiar face.
Chen Feng's brows slanted slightly in surprise.
"It really is Zhao Jin."
Shaking his head, he fortunately loosened his grip, allowing the unconscious assailant to collapse onto the ground.
Through his perception, he could tell that Zhao Jin was only unconscious.
Though the breath was faint, it was not to the point of dying on the spot.
"The control of strength is not bad."
"Next, let the Security Bureau wrap things up."
Silently observing his surroundings, he quickly took out his cellphone to call the police.
Red and blue lights pierced through the streets, the Flying Car slowly coming to a stop at the entrance of the alley.
Chen Feng stood still, once again meeting Xiang Jianjun.
"Pretty efficient, huh?"
"I just warned you to be careful this morning, and you've sorted it out by evening?"
Xiang Jianjun was still wearing the white shirt uniform, its hem tucked into black trousers, and a leather belt with a red star emblem of the Security Bureau.
Taking a look at the unconscious Zhao Jin, he flashed a trace of surprise in his eyes.
"It just so happened."
Chen Feng said calmly, then asked the critical question.
"Officer Xiang, this doesn't count as intentional assault, right?"
Shaking his head, Xiang Jianjun understood his concern.
"You've helped us apprehend a criminal, you're not only without fault but also have credit."
"Once things settle down in a few days, I'll have someone send over a commendation banner to you."
Chen Feng shook his head to indicate it was unnecessary; as long as this matter could be concluded, that was enough.
Subsequently, the Security Bureau left with the unconscious Zhao Jin, cuffing his hands.
Chen Feng watched this scene and eventually shook his head to himself.
"It seems that the Security Bureau really is short-staffed."
The sound of water splashing arose.
Under the showerhead, short hair was rapidly drenched, and drops of water kept rolling down his body.
White steam rose and disappeared up the vent.
"At last, life can be lived at ease again."
Turning off the shower, he reached to wipe the water from his face.
Chen Feng's expression relaxed, a rare moment of ease.
Zhao Jin wasn't strong; just a petty hooligan.
But for the past two days, Chen Feng had still been in a state of high alert and vigilance.
After all, he's just a somewhat stronger ordinary young man.
If he were really ambushed by some kind of knife or even firearms, he would naturally die too.
"But, I did indeed overestimate this guy."
"Although in Chi Country you can get a gun permit, not everyone can get hold of a firearm."
Shaking his head, Chen Feng realized that he was influenced by the sight of the gold store robbery that day.
Subconsciously, he thought that if one is determined enough, they could find a way to obtain firearms.
Reflecting on himself, fortunately, the event ended safely, and he didn't dwell on it further.
After a while, he ate two bags of bread, then brushed his teeth, got ready, and finally lay down in bed.
Perhaps it was because of finding the drunkard's corpse in the morning,
the community was exceptionally quiet tonight, no noisy sounds arose.
Thanks to this, Chen Feng soon fell asleep and re-entered the Dream World.
Gloom all around, the pitch-black sky devoid of a single star.
The asphalt road gradually dimmed, only the places he had explored behind him were lit by light.
His perception activated.
Chen Feng's gaze flashed, looking toward a building on the side of the street.
It was a Martial Arts Hall, not far from the asphalt road.
The layers of fog dispersed, and by the illumination of the nearby streetlight, he could see three large characters on the signboard.
"Extreme Martial Arts Hall..."
Feeling intensely, Chen Feng's eyes somewhat brightened.
Because he knew that there must be a Breakthrough Light Group there!
In an instant, his figure shifted, and he immediately strode towards it.