Reminder

Beside the Security Bureau's vehicle.

Chen Feng stood to the right of the engine hood, facing the lean Xiang Jianjun and another Peacekeeper.

He could feel the curious gazes of many neighbors and passersby, and clearly heard Xiang Jianjun's smiling words.

"Young man, didn't expect to run into you again so soon."

"Do you live around here too?"

"Mm." Chen Feng nodded lightly, feeling nothing out of place.

"Alone?"

"Most of the time."

Chen Feng replied, since Chen Yun occasionally came back to stay for a while.

"Good."

Nodding, Xiang Jianjun chuckled and exchanged a few simple pleasantries.

Then, glancing at the onlookers and residents kept a few meters away, his smile faded.

Looking back at Chen Feng, he quickly changed the subject and asked seriously:

"Here's the thing—I checked the surveillance footage. You passed by here around midnight last night."

"Do you remember if you saw anything?"

His tone was stern, the frown lines on Xiang Jianjun's forehead standing out.

Chen Feng raised an eyebrow at that, catching a trace of something unusual.

"A pair of scarlet eyes."

After a moment's deliberation, he told the truth: "It felt off, so I ran off quickly."

The Peacekeeper taking notes nodded instinctively, since it matched the surveillance footage exactly.

"Anything else?" Xiang Jianjun pressed on, his white shirt uniform looking very solemn.

"No."

Chen Feng shook his head.

Noticing Xiang Jianjun seemed somewhat disappointed, he quickly feigned curiosity: "Officer Xiang, what was that thing? Was it really a person?"

Devouring human organs.

Scarlet eyes, raging malice.

It didn't match the word "human" at all.

"Of course it was a person."

"This is a technological society—everything can be verified through materialist science."

Xiang Jianjun's righteous reply left Chen Feng stunned.

He'd thought he might get some useful information.

"But the culprit is still under investigation. No conclusions yet."

"So until then, please don't disclose what you saw last night to avoid public misunderstanding and panic."

A very official answer. Chen Feng gave him a long, hard look.

He felt the Security Bureau definitely knew something.

He didn't press further, trusting that once he grew stronger, he'd find out more.

"By the way, those two punks who robbed the supermarket last night confessed."

Perhaps sensing the meaning behind Chen Feng's gaze, or maybe because of the supermarket incident, Xiang Jianjun had some regard for him.

He quickly changed the subject, volunteering another piece of information.

"Just like you guessed, they both said they were sent by that Zhao Jin."

"He was driving nearby at the time, keeping watch and ready to pick them up, but didn't expect to run into you."

"We've started hunting him down, but haven't found him yet. Be careful yourself—if anything comes up, you can contact us."

Chen Feng was somewhat surprised he'd volunteer this.

He nodded, filing it away.

Soon, the questioning ended. Xiang Jianjun left a few men to guard the scene, then took a call and hurried off.

Seeing this, Chen Feng didn't linger.

He went home, practiced Judo for a while, and did some bodyweight training for half the day.

After lunch, he grabbed his boxing clothes and two Energy Bars, then headed to the Martial Arts Hall.

Thud!!

At two in the afternoon, the muffled sound of the sandbag echoed continuously.

Thinking back to the monster from last night and the gruesome scene of the corpse he'd heard about today, Chen Feng felt a trace of urgency and pressure well up inside him for no clear reason.

That monster gave him a feeling of being at least twice as strong as Coach Lu.

In other words, if he were unlucky enough to run into it, there was only one outcome.

Death.

Bam!

Shaking off those thoughts, Chen Feng's gaze sharpened, his desire to grow stronger burning more fiercely than ever.

With a continuous straight punch, he kept practicing Sanshou techniques.

For a time, the sandbag's tough leather caved in, the hanging chains clanking and swaying wildly.

Seeing this, many of the nearby trainees widened their eyes, silently comparing.

"Chen Feng's way too fierce."

"His punching power must be over 90kg."

"Amateur Fourth Dan? No way, really?"

"Definitely, didn't you see Zheng Qiang got taken out in two punches yesterday?"

"He was hiding it deep, never noticed before."

Murmurs rose quietly. The once-obscure name Chen Feng had now become a hot topic in the Sanshou training class.

Even trainees from Coach Lu's other classes were paying him close attention.

"Damn, he hits hard."

On the sidelines, Zheng Qiang watched Chen Feng train with a pained expression, subconsciously rubbing his right cheek.

Even though he'd used spray and medicine and was fully healed, he still felt some lingering pain on his face.

Yesterday's crushing defeat was still vivid. No one knew better than him how strong and ruthless the other party was.

It was a ferocity that nearly matched Xu Dongtai.

"Four days left until the assessment. What do we do?"

"You think we've got a chance?"

His sparring partner, Yu Shan, was equally tall, a full 1.82 meters.

Hearing this, Zheng Qiang was silent for a moment, then slowly shook his head.

"Neither of us probably has much hope. We'll wait for the next session."

His tone was resigned, laced with reluctance.

Yu Shan understood what he meant. His gaze shifted, soon landing on another person in the arena.

Thud, thud—a dull, heavy sound erupted, even louder than Chen Feng's.

The tall, burly Xu Dongtai was drenched in sweat, his expression more focused than ever.

Clearly, the two had started competing.

"Ah..."

A sigh escaped—the shared sentiment of many.

Yu Shan had once thought he had some talent himself.

But now...

He shook his head inwardly, finally understanding words he'd heard before.

Martial arts talent was the cruelest thing of all.

"Dong Ge, don't push too hard. Be careful you don't get hurt."

On the practice field, seeing Xu Dongtai finally stop to catch his breath, his follower Zhou Xin quickly handed over a sports water bottle and towel.

Without answering, Xu Dongtai took the towel to wipe his sweat, then turned his head to glance at the corner seven or eight meters away.

Thud, thud—the dull sounds continued. The Black-Clothed Youth's clothes were soaked through, yet he remained focused on his training.

The punches whistled, clearly close to a hundred kilograms, not far behind Xu Dongtai.

"Again!"

With a cold shout, Xu Dongtai suddenly threw down the towel.

Turning, he threw a punch, slamming heavily into the sandbag once more.

"Tsk, tsk."

Seeing this, Coach Lu walked into the practice field, shaking his head with a chuckle, marveling.

He'd never noticed before that this kid Xu Dongtai could be so desperate.

But now.

He watched Chen Feng's figure as he threw a punch.

It was still Sanshou Proficient, but he could see a clear, small improvement.

Changing every day—a true breakthrough and enlightenment.

If he could keep this up, maybe on the day of the assessment, there really would be a surprise.

"Interesting."

With a slight smile, Coach Lu's gaze grew more expectant.