Once again, it was the police.

The security guards moved swiftly. In just over ten seconds, Ye Feng found himself blocked by four guards. They were still rather polite. “Sir, please wait a moment.”

Seeing this lineup, Ye Feng’s anger flared. His tone lost all courtesy. “Why? What have I done that you won’t let me leave?”

“Well…” The guard faltered, having no idea what was happening.

“He—he stole something!” The uniformed woman who had followed them was practically asking for trouble.

“You heard her, sir. Our sales assistant says you stole something. Please come with us to the office,” one of the guards said, emboldened by the woman’s accusation.

“On what grounds? Do you have any evidence?” Ye Feng’s gaze was ice-cold as he looked at the woman.

“My word is evidence,” the woman declared arrogantly. “Watch him—don’t let him escape. I’ll be right back.” With that, she went off to make a phone call.

Seeing this situation, Ye Feng decided not to leave. If he didn’t put certain people in their place, he knew he’d never quell the anger inside.

“You heard her, kid. You’d best not move, or we won’t be so polite,” another guard said, far less courteous than the first.

“Try it, if you dare,” Ye Feng shot back, equally unyielding.

“Hey! Don’t push it, punk!” The guard glared at him, then glanced around and found the area deserted.

Ye Feng merely snorted, curious to see what the man would do.

Ye Feng’s contempt only infuriated the guard further. Without warning, he pulled out a baton, ready to strike. The outcome was predictable. In less than a minute, the three guards who attempted to use force were sprawled on the ground. The one who’d tried to be polite now stood trembling to the side, utterly stunned by how quickly things had changed.

At this moment, the uniformed woman returned and was startled by the scene. She hadn’t expected this pauper to be so capable—these guards were all ex-military, yet they’d been dispatched so quickly. Still, she was unafraid. She’d recently become acquainted with the deputy chief of the Southern District police, who was on his way with a team. “In broad daylight, and you dare assault people!”

Hearing her words, Ye Feng turned and slapped her across the face. The woman was sent flying.

Landing heavily, she spat out a mouthful of blood—and six teeth with it. For a moment she was stunned. Then she burst into tears, sobbing and then cursing as she got up, pointing at Ye Feng and shrieking, “How dare you hit me! Do you know who my boyfriend is—?”

Bang!

Before she could finish, Ye Feng delivered another slap, sending her flying once more—now both sides of her face matched. He was already in a foul mood; even buying a car wasn’t going smoothly.

“Why should I care who your boyfriend is?” Ye Feng retorted coldly. He wasn’t interested in such threats; if something upset him, he dealt with it. In Haifeng City, small fry like her were of no consequence—no one would risk offending him for her sake.

By now, the crowd of car shoppers had abandoned their purchases to watch. Many whispered among themselves—after all, the person beaten was a woman, and most people saw women as the weaker sex, so some thought Ye Feng was in the wrong. But seeing the bodies on the ground, they kept their opinions to themselves. Only one familiar face watched with a smile—Huang Quanlu. Whatever he was thinking remained a mystery.

Suddenly, the wail of police sirens sounded outside. Three police cars pulled up, and over a dozen officers strode in.

The newly appointed Deputy Chief of the Southern District Police Station, Zhao Si, was twenty-eight and the son of a high-ranking official. Without his well-connected father—and the rapid promotion of Xu Wen—he’d never have landed this position. Eager to make an impression in his new role, he’d jumped at the chance when the woman he’d recently started seeing called for help.

Zhao Si arrived with his team and was shocked by the scene: four people on the ground, including his lover.

“Who are you? Assaulting people in public—take him away!” Zhao Si ordered without hesitation.

“Wait! Which eye of yours saw me assault anyone?” Ye Feng sneered.

“Did anyone see who did it?” Zhao Si turned to the onlookers.

Every finger pointed at Ye Feng. Zhao Si glanced at him with disdain. “What have you got to say now? Take him away!”

With that, an officer stepped forward with handcuffs.

“I was acting in self-defense. There are cameras—everything’s recorded,” Ye Feng sidestepped the cuffs, not eager to end up at the station again.

“You say it’s self-defense, so it is? I say it’s not,” Zhao Si snapped, his expression darkening. The first case he handled as deputy chief, and someone dared humiliate him? “Xiao Wang, what are you waiting for? Arrest him!”

When the deputy chief gave an order, no one dared hesitate. Xiao Wang grabbed for Ye Feng, ready to cuff him.

Just then, Huaihuai informed Ye Feng that Zhao Si was the son of Zhao Dabao, mayor of Haifeng City. They’d seen each other at a recent banquet, though they hadn’t spoken. Zhao Si was a bona fide corrupt official, but careful enough to leave no loose ends.

Ye Feng snorted coldly. “Zhao Si, you must have a death wish!” With a kick, he sent Xiao Wang flying.

Zhao Si was stunned. In all his time in Haifeng, no one had ever spoken to him like that. Was this man insane? His face twisted with malice. “We’ll see who’s really asking for death!”

“Beat him! I don’t care if he lives!” Zhao Si barked, sending another officer to the surveillance room to shut off the cameras.

It was clear these officers had done this sort of thing before—their movements were ruthless. But today they’d met their match. Ye Feng was now a master of martial arts; in no time, he had all these so-called guardians of the people lying moaning on the ground. Zhao Si was the worst off—his face was swollen beyond recognition.

Ye Feng hadn’t intended to kill. The men on the ground were only battered, not seriously injured—though they looked pitiful enough. “You dare hit me? You’re finished, I tell you! Just wait, don’t run!” Zhao Si howled.

“I’ll be waiting,” Ye Feng replied with a cold smile, leaning against a nearby car, clearly prepared to see things through to the end.

Zhao Si, lying on the ground, wept as he called for reinforcements. Seeing things had taken a dire turn, many bystanders hurriedly slipped away. The once-crowded showroom emptied in moments.

Now, in his crisp suit, Huang Quanlu stood out all the more, catching Ye Feng’s eye. But Ye Feng didn’t forget to greet him with a pleasant smile. Huang Quanlu hadn’t expected Ye Feng to notice him at such a moment and returned the smile.

Not long after, an Audi pulled up. Out stepped a middle-aged man in a traditional Chinese gown, flanked by two bodyguards in black.

Upon seeing the man alight, Zhao Si struggled to his feet, rushed forward, and clung to him, tears streaming down his face. “Dad, you’ve finally arrived!”