Looking at Zhao Chen, whose face seemed to say "What can you do to me?", Xiao Feng chuckled softly, "Who told you I was a cop? Besides, if I really planned to deal with you, does being a cop matter that much?"

After speaking, Xiao Feng pointed at Liu Kexin and added, "Just like you knowing she's a cop, yet still daring to break the law, there are plenty of ways to handle you."

As he spoke, Xiao Feng slowly approached Zhao Chen, maintaining eye contact the entire time.

This was a psychological tactic, mainly because of the glass shard in Zhao Chen's hand, pressed tightly against Liu Kexin's neck. Even though Xiao Feng was confident in reacting in time, preventing Liu Kexin from being harmed.

But if he could rescue her without anyone getting hurt, why should he endure the suffering?

"Ever heard of one hundred and eight types of torture?" Xiao Feng smiled slightly, "If you haven't heard of them, it's okay. I'll tell you about a few classics, like Lingchi."

"Lingchi is quite particular. It's far from simply cutting flesh with a knife. Firstly, the number of cuts has very precise requirements. Also, the person being tortured must remain conscious throughout, not faint from excessive blood loss."

Shi Jiaxin and the others exchanged glances, watching Xiao Feng getting closer to Zhao Chen, and dared not breathe heavily.

Even the people lying on the ground and groaning seemed to quiet down substantially, their spines feeling increasingly cold.

There was no way around it; Xiao Feng's description was too vivid, making people involuntarily immerse themselves in it.

Then Xiao Feng continued, "As far as I know, the number of people who still master this technique today can be counted on one hand. If you dare to act, I will find a way to invite a few of them over to demonstrate this nearly extinct craft."

"Of course, if I can't invite them over, it doesn't matter because we can slowly experiment and try ourselves..."

This, of course, was all made up. Xiao Feng had no idea if anyone who could still perform Lingchi existed nowadays. But his goal was to intimidate Zhao Chen; as long as he achieved this purpose, he could freely improvise.

After hearing this, Zhao Chen couldn't help but shudder because he could see from Xiao Feng's eyes that he wasn't joking. He would dare to do it!

This is the power of presence or aura. Zhao Xingfeng could briefly intimidate everyone with his presence, but Xiao Feng's aura was incomparable.

However, this was also related to the environment and the prior atmosphere creation; whether it succeeded depended solely on the details.

At this moment, Xiao Feng paused his steps, realizing he was close enough to take Zhao Chen down in one move.

Realizing this, Xiao Feng quickly sprang into action, his figure like a fierce tiger descending the mountain, pouncing towards Zhao Chen.

Zhao Chen panicked and instinctively tried to dodge to the side. Yet, how could he ever be faster than Xiao Feng?

In just two blinks of an eye, Zhao Chen was already seized by Xiao Feng, his throat held firmly.

One move to defeat the enemy, Shi Jiaxin and the others felt relieved internally. Looking at the multitude of fighters lying on the ground, they all felt a complex, indescribable emotion.

Compared with this man, they still fell short.

Even the competitive Shi Jiaxin had to concede admiration at this moment.

Just then, Wang Qiang looked at Xiao Feng with fear on his face and exclaimed, "Brother Feng, you..."

Upon hearing this, everyone quickly snapped out of their thoughts only to see that Xiao Feng was still holding Zhao Chen's neck, showing no sign of letting go.

Whereas Zhao Chen had a terrified expression, veins bulging on his forehead, looking like writhing worms, his face turning a purplish-blue, showing signs of rolling his eyes.

"You're mad!" Shi Jiaxin rushed over hurriedly and pried open Xiao Feng's hand.

"Thud!"

Zhao Chen fell to the ground, clutching his neck with both hands, gasping incessantly, like a drowning person suddenly revived, greedily breathing in the not-so-fresh air of the private room, tears streaming down.

"You should feel lucky. If this wasn't in the country, someone like you falling into my hands would already be a corpse!" Xiao Feng said indifferently.

Zhao Chen shivered involuntarily, starting to tremble uncontrollably. To him, Xiao Feng now seemed like the embodiment of Death God.

He could even feel that if no one had intercepted in time, he might indeed face death.

No, it wasn't a possibility; it was certainty!

The supporting police officers soon arrived at the scene, taking everyone, including Zhao Chen, away in police cars, while Liu Kexin was sent to the hospital.

This could be termed a major victory, not only catching Zhao Chen, a troublemaker but possibly also capturing the old fox Miao Youmin. Yet, as the "heroes", neither Shi Jiaxin nor Zhao Xingfeng, nor any members of their team felt truly happy.

They all knew that without Xiao Feng, the plan couldn't have executed smoothly. Upon reflection, it seemed everyone had just gone through the motions, without any individual being crucial to the success.

"Now you see?" After everyone left, Xiao Feng gazed calmly at the nine team members before him, "What I want to say is that your identities as police officers may not always work on some people, because they completely disregard laws."

"Hence, it's time to change your mindset; any carelessness might land you in a deadly situation."

After speaking, Xiao Feng draped his jacket over his shoulder, hands in his pockets, and walked out of the private room.

Zhao Xingfeng and the others remained silent, all lowering their heads, unable to rebut, while Shi Jiaxin quickly chased after him.

Outside the bar, Xiao Feng walked down the street, seeing Shi Jiaxin following closely beside him, he laughed, "Next time you go out, don't say you're my apprentice; I can't afford to lose face because of you."

"Then what should I say you are?" Shi Jiaxin asked in a voice as soft as a mosquito.

Xiao Feng pondered for a moment and replied, "Just say you've never met me."

"Am I really that unbearable?" Shi Jiaxin asked defiantly.

Among Liu Kexin and the others, Shi Jiaxin's performance was undoubtedly commendable. She questioned the drinks and led the resistance.

Of course, if one had to rely on the "team leader" title, this was all expected.

"You think you did well, huh?" Xiao Feng frowned, "Not mentioning anything else, but when you made a call, the information transfer was so obvious. Did you take everyone for fools?"

As he spoke, Xiao Feng paused and said seriously, "Being a bit foolish is not scary. What is scary is being pretentious; reflect on this well."

Hearing this, Shi Jiaxin immediately quietened down. This matter was indeed ill-considered by her, with no excuse able to conceal the truth.

The next moment, Shi Jiaxin seemed to realize something and angrily asked, "Who are you calling foolish?"

Only to find that Xiao Feng had already gotten into a taxi at the intersection and was off.

Shi Jiaxin watched the taxi's direction as it left, her eyes thoughtful, remaining there for quite a while before slowly withdrawing her gaze.

When a competitive person encounters an unbeatable existence, the contradictory feelings can only be understood by those who have experienced them.

And amidst this contradiction, a unique emotion quietly sprouted, like a seed planted deep in the heart, gradually taking root, growing branches and leaves.

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