33. Taken into the station

Neither Sang Biao nor the red-haired crew-cut man could have anticipated such a dramatic turn of events within a single minute; they never imagined Ye Feng could fight like this. When had they ever seen someone take down a whole group in an instant? This was no ordinary man—it was as if a monster stood before them.

Ye Feng let out a sinister chuckle, tossed aside the wooden club in his hand, and slowly approached Sang Biao, whose face was ashen, and the red-haired crew-cut man, who was making a show of calm.

At this moment, Ye Feng’s white shirt was splattered with blood—not his own, but from those small-time thugs, who hadn’t managed to so much as scratch someone skilled in internal martial arts. Coupled with his wicked grin, his appearance was truly terrifying.

“Don’t come any closer, don’t come any closer…” Sang Biao half-raised his cleaver, trembling uncontrollably. His voice broke as he voiced his terror, stumbling backward in retreat, completely shaken.

Ye Feng had already foreseen Sang Biao’s collapse, but his steps did not falter. He wouldn’t stop simply because of Sang Biao’s pleas. Such scum had to be dealt with thoroughly, or they’d cause endless trouble in the future. With his malicious smile still plastered on his face, Ye Feng advanced upon them, step by step.

“You can’t touch me! Do you know who my father is?” the red-haired crew-cut man suddenly raised his head and shouted arrogantly.

Ye Feng paused slightly, replying, “I don’t know, and I don’t care. Not even the King of Heaven could save you now.”

With that, he quickened his pace toward the red-haired crew-cut man. Seeing Ye Feng unfazed, the man panicked and shouted out his father's name: “My father is Li Wenqiang! If you lay a finger on me, you’re as good as dead!”

“Li Wenqiang?” Ye Feng repeated the unfamiliar name, slowing his steps as his thoughts whirled. Then he scoffed, “Li Wenqiang? Is he supposed to be impressive? Is he more powerful than Ai Zhongtang?”

“How dare you belittle my father?” The red-haired man bristled at Ye Feng’s contempt, even though he was clearly the lamb to the slaughter.

“His father is the deputy chief of the Southern District Police Station.” Sang Biao snorted, ready to mock, but Ye Feng’s indifference only deepened. He was curious to see just what the deputy chief could do to him. Though Luo Kai didn’t think much of him, if Ye Feng ended up in jail, would Luo Ming stand idly by? The two were brothers, after all. Although Luo Ming wasn’t yet head of the Luo family, officials still had to show him respect.

“The son of a deputy chief?” Ye Feng cocked his head, a spring-like smile on his face as he approached the increasingly emboldened red-haired man.

The red-haired man, seeing Ye Feng’s demeanor soften, thought he’d managed to intimidate him, and his fearful expression gave way to his usual arrogance. He waited for Ye Feng to grovel and beg for forgiveness.

Yet, in a flash, he realized just how wrong he was.

Bang!

None of what he’d imagined happened. Instead, a lightning-fast kick whipped out, connecting squarely with his face.

In an instant, the red-haired crew-cut man was sent flying, landing with a thud, spitting out four bloody teeth, his mouth awash with blood—a picture of utter misery, rolling and howling on the ground.

Sang Biao, witnessing his comrade felled by a single kick, fumbled for his phone in terror, dialing the local precinct captain for urgent backup.

Seeing Sang Biao calling for reinforcements, Ye Feng sneered, “I’d like to see who you can call in.”

“There’s no law anymore, is there? Assaulting citizens in broad daylight…” Sang Biao’s trembling voice wailed on and on, but Ye Feng only smiled as if watching a clown perform.

Soon, Sang Biao finished his call. Hanging up, he seemed to regain some confidence, pointing at Ye Feng and threatening, “If you’re so tough, don’t leave! The police will be here any minute. Let’s see how wild you can be then. What good is your fighting? This is a nation ruled by law! You beat us—you’re going to prison!”

A wave of bitterness welled up in Ye Feng’s heart. The words “rule of law” coming from the mouth of such a scoundrel were both laughable and pathetic.

But Ye Feng wasn’t about to concern himself with that. He wasn’t afraid. Tonight, he was determined to cripple Sang Biao—otherwise, the man would be a menace in the future.

Perhaps it was the aftereffects of that medicine; he felt his entire outlook had changed. Maybe the surge of strength had given him the confidence to seize his fate.

Very soon, the wail of sirens grew closer. In less than three minutes, dozens of fully armed police officers surrounded Ye Feng and the others.

“Brother Xu!” Sang Biao’s face finally lit up upon seeing the police arrive. Spotting a familiar captain, he called out enthusiastically, “Hurry and arrest this bastard! He nearly beat Young Master Li to death! It’s attempted murder!”

“Alright!” The captain, addressed as Brother Xu, patted Sang Biao’s shoulder with a smile, then strode toward Ye Feng. As he walked, his eyes darted around, his shock growing with every glance.

“You took down all these people?” Captain Xu finally voiced his doubt. Such a feat was more than special forces soldiers could manage without a scratch—who was this young man?

Seeing Ye Feng nod, Captain Xu pondered his identity, but before he could say more, the red-haired man, teeth scattered across the ground, finally came to. With a piercing scream and a hiss of pain, he struggled to his feet with the help of Li Feng.

“Brother Xu… Ow… Today… Ow… If you don’t lock this brat up, you’re not setting foot in my house this New Year… Ow, ow, ow…” With several teeth missing, his speech was slurred and strange.

Captain Xu realized he had no room for hesitation—after all, the deputy chief’s precious son was involved. If he didn’t handle this well, his own career would be finished. Thus, he gave up speculating about Ye Feng’s background and simply waved for his officers to handcuff him. After all, Li Wenqiang was his immediate superior’s beloved son; if this boy wasn’t placated, Xu’s future was over.

Seeing Captain Xu ready to arrest him without even investigating, Ye Feng’s anger flared. He shook off the officer trying to cuff him and shouted, “What’s going on? Is there any law left? The police ignore the perpetrators and arrest the victim? What kind of law is this? What sort of police are you?”

“Victim?” Captain Xu muttered, eyeing Ye Feng up and down, then replied with a laugh, “A victim, are you? Look at those lying on the ground, then look at yourself—do you look like a victim?”

He turned and ordered, “Take him away! If he resists, treat it as assaulting an officer!”

Click, click!

The sound of guns being cocked came from the rear ranks.

“Hmph!” Ye Feng snorted coldly. “Such imposing authority. Remember what you’ve said today!”

Whoosh!

A palm flashed toward him, but Ye Feng dodged with a slight tilt of his head. Captain Xu’s angry shout followed: “You dare threaten me!”

Ye Feng snorted again, his face full of disdain. “If you’re courting death, don’t blame me for being ruthless.”

“Who do you think you are?” Captain Xu cursed, then ordered, “Cuff him and take him away.”

Click, click!

The officers quickly handcuffed Ye Feng and led him to the police van. Once inside, Ye Feng, whose hands hadn’t been cuffed behind his back, easily pulled out his phone and dialed Luo Ming.

The call connected quickly.

“I was wondering why you’ve been so quiet lately,” Luo Ming’s familiar voice sounded on the other end.

Ye Feng got straight to the point, “Luo Ming, the deputy chief’s son from the Southern District brought people to attack me. I beat him half to death. Now his father’s men have arrested me and brought me to the Southern District station! You need to help me, fast!”

“What?” Luo Ming’s startled exclamation startled Ye Feng, even through the phone. “Haven’t seen you in a few days and you’re already causing trouble in the Southern District?”

“Less nonsense—get me out first, we’ll talk later. This isn’t over.”

“Alright, I’ll find someone. Hold tight,” Luo Ming replied, recognizing the seriousness.

“Fine, I’ll be at the station. This is no small matter, so find someone reliable.”

“I’ll do my best. I’ll make sure those bastards don’t lay a finger on you.”

“Good.” Ye Feng nodded and hung up.

Luo Ming, worried for his brother, immediately dialed the police chief, Wang Datong.

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