Long Feng turned back, merely shrugging his shoulders.

The opposing Young Master Li, already leading the thirty-plus men behind him, strode quickly toward them. Leading the charge was Young Master Li himself, his demeanor ferocious, as if he were about to devour someone alive.

“Zhang, Zhang Yang, Brother Long, can you really handle this!”

Shi Yan couldn't help but ask. She knew Long Feng always followed Zhang Yang and vaguely understood something about Long Feng’s background, but the sheer number of opponents made her entirely uncertain.

It wasn't just her; Wang Lu and Gao Fei felt the same way.

Wang Lu was rendered speechless, clinging tightly to Zhang Yang’s clothing. The spectacle of dozens of people charging toward them was likely a first for her.

“Don’t worry, he’s absolutely fine!”

Zhang Yang chuckled. Thirty-plus people, all unarmed—if Long Feng couldn’t handle them, he might as well find a wall to smash his head against.

Long Feng’s strength had increased exponentially. He was certainly no weaker than Zhang Yang in his previous state. The former Zhang Yang could handle dozens of armed men without issue, let alone Long Feng now.

Long Feng was facing nothing more than a mob of unarmed commoners.

Watching the approaching group scream and rush forward with excitement, a hint of exasperation touched Long Feng’s face.

There were many people coming, but they were all ordinary folk. Dealing with them, Long Feng felt he only needed one hand, yet it felt somewhat unfair. Normally, he wouldn't stoop to the level of brawling with commoners.

But today, Zhang Yang had given the order, so he had no choice but to handle it. After all, his current role was Zhang Yang's bodyguard; who else would handle such matters if not him?

“Clueless fools!”

A cold glint suddenly flashed in Long Feng’s eyes. He had heard the call Young Master Li made earlier quite clearly, but at the time, he hadn’t expected he’d be the one tasked with dealing with the fallout. This realization only made him more vexed, prompting him to move faster.

Long Feng walked directly toward them. Starting with the first person who engaged him, one by one, people were sent flying. Long Feng’s movements were so rapid that others couldn't track them; by the time they reacted, the person was already airborne.

Every man sent flying landed in a heap, groaning miserably. Zhang Yang noted that although these men suffered bruises and skin wounds, none of their bones or tendons seemed to be broken; they were largely unharmed. This showed Long Feng had restraint, at least ensuring they didn't suffer excessive pain.

From the moment Long Feng stepped forward to engage the mob, Gao Fei and the others gaped, their mouths wide open. Including Yin Yong, none of them managed to close their mouths.

Long Feng moved like a reaper. Anyone who collided with him was instantly tossed aside. Wherever he went, a swath of people flew out of the way. The thirty-plus individuals, though appearing like a dense, dark mass, couldn't withstand Long Feng's assault for long. In less than two minutes, more than half were already thrown clear.

Long Feng’s combat prowess stunned not only the opposing group but also left those around Zhang Yang wide-eyed.

“So, so powerful, Brother Long is!”

Gao Fei stammered. Long Feng had already dealt with over twenty men; the remaining few were no longer charging but trying to skirt around him cautiously.

“Brother Long, is he a special forces soldier?”

Wang Lu murmured blankly. Long Feng’s performance today had truly awed every single one of them. Nobody had expected that Long Feng, who usually kept a low profile simply shadowing Zhang Yang, would be this formidable. The only comparison Wang Lu could conjure was a special forces operative.

“I think even a special forces operative wouldn't be as strong as Brother Long!”

Yin Yong chimed in. Now the group finally understood why Zhang Yang remained completely unconcerned. With a master like Long Feng present, there was truly nothing to fear.

It was a pity they didn't know that the quiet classmate standing beside them, who only watched with a slight smile, was the truly most formidable person present.

“In my opinion, Brother Long is a genuine martial arts master!”

Wang Lu added. By this point, very few people were left standing near the front. Long Feng had also stopped advancing, refraining from pursuing those fleeing.

Excluding Han Min, most of the attackers had been thrown aside, including Young Master Li. Only a few agile individuals had managed to bolt far away, but Long Feng couldn't be bothered to chase them. Dealing with these commoners simply didn't pique his interest. Given his current strength, dispatching them all would take no time at all.

“Y-you, don’t come any closer!”

Seeing Long Feng look her way, Han Min stammered fearfully. Their group of over thirty had never imagined that a single opponent could handle them all. She hadn't seen the actual fighting clearly; she only knew that anyone who made contact with this terrifying man was hurled aside and couldn't get back up. To her, Long Feng was an incomparably terrifying figure, the object of her deepest dread.

Long Feng glanced at the trembling Han Min and lightly shook his head. His nature leaned toward chivalry; he would not lay a hand on a woman, regardless of how detestable she was, as long as she was unarmed and posed no threat.

Long Feng turned back and finally spotted Young Master Li, who he had tossed aside earlier. Young Master Li was still struggling, having had trouble getting up for quite some time. When Long Feng threw him, he’d managed to knock the wind out of him, leaving him gasping painfully on the ground.

Seeing Long Feng approach, sheer terror flashed across Young Master Li’s face. Before he could utter a word, Long Feng suddenly gripped him by the neck and dragged him toward Zhang Yang. At the very least, Long Feng knew this man was the primary instigator, and whatever fate awaited him was up to Zhang Yang to decide.

The few who had fled to a distance dared not look back. One slightly bolder individual even pulled out a phone to make a call. Long Feng noticed them but simply couldn't be bothered to intervene. Since these people had run, Long Feng wouldn't pursue them. With his ability, catching them would be simple, but it felt beneath his station. These were all commoners; he was, after all, an expert in Inner Strength.

“This is the one who called these people over!”

Long Feng dragged Young Master Li to Zhang Yang and unceremoniously dumped him on the ground. Young Master Li was still shaking violently, and a wet patch had spread beneath him. When Long Feng grabbed him, he had lost control of his bladder.

Shi Yan and Wang Lu instinctively covered their noses. There was no odor before, but once Young Master Li was dropped, the smell became quite distinct.

“No, please don’t hit me, I know I was wrong, I know!”

Young Master Li curled up, his body constantly twitching, his head bowed as he spoke in broken, panicked gasps. This spoiled young master had never experienced anything remotely like this situation.

“Zhang Yang, how should we deal with him?”

Long Feng looked up and asked Zhang Yang. If Zhang Yang had ordered his execution, Long Feng would have carried it out without hesitation. This was Long Feng’s nature; his view of commoners hadn't changed, which was why he always waited outside when accompanying Zhang Yang.

Looking at the pitifully curled and trembling Young Master Li, Zhang Yang sighed softly and said quietly, “Forget it, just teach him a lesson!”

“Understood!”

Long Feng nodded in response, then delivered a sharp kick to Young Master Li. This single kick would ensure the young man wouldn't leave his sickbed for three months. Young Master Li cried out in agony. Zhang Yang gently shook his head, then turned to his companions and led them inside.

The blow Long Feng delivered was serious, but not fatal; it was merely a lesson, Zhang Yang realized immediately, so he didn't press the matter. Young Master Li was despicable, but not worthy of death; a lesson sufficed.

Long Feng went to fetch the Mercedes, and Gao Fei and the others followed him into the car. Seeing Zhang Yang head toward another vehicle, Wang Lu ran to join him. The Mercedes couldn't fit everyone, so it was convenient for Wang Lu to ride with Zhang Yang.

The two cars started up and pulled out. Many people still lay scattered in the underground parking lot, now groaning in pain. Although Long Feng hadn't delivered a killing blow, his actions ensured they would ache for quite some time.

As their cars pulled out of the garage, more than a dozen men ran into the area outside the lot. Seeing the prone, moaning figures, these newcomers froze in place. While they were still stunned, Zhang Yang’s Bugatti and Long Feng’s Mercedes sped past them.

The sight of Zhang Yang driving the Bugatti made everyone freeze again. Even the moaning Young Master Li stared blankly at Zhang Yang’s car, momentarily forgetting his pain.

A Bugatti, and a limited edition one at that—there was only one in all of Shanghai, known as the ride of the great Young Master Gu Fang. Most of the young elites in Shanghai knew this fact. Seeing Zhang Yang driving it, Young Master Li’s face instantly drained of color.

Young Master Li held some influence in Shanghai, but essentially, he was only a second-tier young master. Otherwise, he wouldn't have gathered a pack of hangers-on to try and beat Zhang Yang up for revenge. For someone like Young Master Li, Gu Fang was an untouchable figure he desperately wished to curry favor with. Gu Fang’s prized possession being driven by someone else immediately signaled the driver’s extraordinary status. Regardless of whether he was local to Shanghai or not, his relationship with Gu Fang must be exceptional; otherwise, Gu Fang would never have lent him his beloved car.

This was precisely what Young Master Li and the others lying on the ground were thinking. Gu Fang’s car was too famous; they assumed Zhang Yang had an exceptionally close tie to Gu Fang to be lent such a vehicle. They were entirely unaware that Gu Fang had gifted the car to Zhang Yang outright. It was understandable they thought this, as the news of Gu Fang gifting Zhang Yang the car had not spread.

Even so, this misunderstanding was enough to make Young Master Li deeply regret his actions. A friend of Gu Fang, regardless of the nature of their relationship, was someone he absolutely could not afford to offend. If Young Master Li was a second-tier elite in Shanghai, Gu Fang was undeniably at the very top echelon, capable of erasing him with a single word.

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This concludes yesterday's update, the bonus chapter for yesterday; eighty-one chapters remain in the hundred-chapter bonus series. Asking someone for a favor involved dinner and then karaoke; I returned quite late. That's how things are these days when you ask someone for help—frustrating, but necessary!

(To be continued)