Tracking

Great Hero.

Three large characters sat at the top of the page in front of him.

Like a title had been given to the scene of subduing a criminal with bare hands.

Chen Feng smiled, then looked at Xu Yao, who was lowering her head before him.

"You're giving this to me?"

"Mm." Xu Yao nodded.

"Thanks, it's well drawn." Chen Feng said with a smile.

She nodded lightly, then quickly lowered her head and returned to the sofa area.

Seeing this, Chen Feng smiled, folded up the drawing paper, and put it into the clothing bag he was carrying.

As time neared twelve, it was time for him to get off work again.

Whoosh!

The rolling shutter door was pulled down, and he waved at Li Hongxia and her daughter.

"Sister Hongxia, take it slow on the road."

"Alright, Xiao Feng, you too. Xiao Yao, say goodbye to your brother."

"Goodbye, Brother Chen Feng."

"Goodbye, Xiao Yao."

Chen Feng smiled and nodded at Xu Yao, watching the two ride away on their electric scooter until they disappeared down the street.

He didn't linger. Turning around, he stepped forward and soon left, carrying his clothing bag, casually tearing open an energy bar and stuffing it into his mouth.

Crunch!

Crunch!

The sound of chewing continued in his mouth, and the roadside barbecue stalls could no longer tempt him.

His steps carried him forward, quickly brushing past the stalls as the drifting white steam dissipated behind him.

Tap!

Tap!

His footsteps were firm. Another bite of the energy bar was snapped off, chewed, and crushed.

Seeing this, from the shadows across the street corner, a figure suddenly dropped a cigarette butt, raised a foot, and ground it out viciously.

He stepped out, wearing a black hoodie, his head covered by the hood, his face hidden.

All that could be seen was him stepping lightly, holding a slender steel rod in his hand, trailing not far behind Chen Feng.

"You little bastard, finally caught you."

"Got me hunted by the Security Bureau, didn't get the money and stirred up a mess."

"In a bit, I'm going to break your bones!"

Gritting his teeth as he followed behind Chen Feng, watching his back as he walked and ate his energy bar.

Zhao Jin's eyes flashed with cruelty, his heart filled with nothing but malice.

Then, he took a step.

He glanced at the surrounding block.

This area had entered the vicinity of an old residential district, with few surveillance devices.

The familiar alleyway appeared again, and he watched with his own eyes as the kid walked inside.

"Heh, you little bastard, you're dead!"

He cursed in a low voice, not expecting it to go so smoothly.

There were no electronic eyes near the alley—it was the perfect time to make a move!

Instantly, his eyes lit up. He gripped the steel rod tightly and quickened his pace to catch up.

Tap!

Rushing into the entrance of the alley at the corner, it was dim and dark.

The next second.

Whoosh!

It was as if a lurking beast had suddenly awakened.

A foul wind rushed at his face. Before he could react, he saw the sturdy young man reach out a large hand and grab his face in one grip.

In the instant before he could regain his senses, a tremendous force erupted.

Bang!

His head was pressed down by a large hand, slamming it into the red brick wall of the alley.

Flesh tore, blood sprayed!

Brick chips flew, pain was intense!

The dull impact echoed all around, lighting up two sound-activated lamps in the nearby residential area.

Clang, clang, clang!

The steel rod fell weakly to the ground, producing a clear series of sounds.

Zhao Jin's consciousness was hazy. Blood from his head had overflowed at some point, soaking the hood of his sweatshirt and trickling down to the tip of his nose.

"Too weak."

Expressionless, Chen Feng stepped forward, his rugged face emerging from the dimness.

Such intense malice—even without turning around, he could sense the anomaly through his talent.

Then, he flipped back the other party's hood, revealing the familiar face.

Chen Feng's slanted brow twitched slightly.

"It really is Zhao Jin."

Shaking his head, he simply let go, allowing the unconscious man to collapse to the ground.

Within his perception, he could tell that Zhao Jin was only unconscious.

Though his breathing was faint, he wasn't about to die on the spot.

"Control over the force was decent."

"Next, I'll leave the cleanup to the Security Bureau."

Silently glancing at the surroundings, he quickly took out his phone and called the police.

Over ten minutes later.

Red and blue lights cut through the street as a flying car slowly pulled up to the alley's exit.

Chen Feng stood still and saw Xiang Jianjun again.

"Pretty efficient."

"I told you to be careful this morning, and you've already handled it by tonight?"

Xiang Jianjun was still in his white shirt uniform, the hem tucked into black trousers, a red star emblem of the Security Bureau on his leather belt buckle.

Glancing at the unconscious Zhao Jin, a trace of surprise flickered in his eyes.

"Just a coincidence."

Chen Feng said calmly, then asked the key question.

"Officer Xiang, this doesn't count as intentional injury, does it?"

"No."

Shaking his head, Xiang Jianjun understood his concern.

"You helped us catch a criminal. Not only are you blameless, you've done a meritorious deed."

"Once I'm free in a couple of days, I'll have someone send you a banner."

Chen Feng shook his head to decline, just wanting this matter to be settled.

Then, the Security Bureau took the unconscious Zhao Jin away, cuffing his hands.

Chen Feng watched the scene and finally shook his head to himself.

"Looks like the Security Bureau is really short on people."

That night.

The sound of rushing water rang out.

Under the showerhead, his short hair was quickly soaked, droplets rolling down his entire body.

White steam rose thickly, surging up through the vent and disappearing.

"Finally, I can live without worry again."

Turning off the shower, he wiped the water from his face.

Chen Feng's expression relaxed, a rare moment of ease.

Zhao Jin wasn't strong—just a small-time thug.

But over the past two days, Chen Feng had still been in a state of tense vigilance.

After all, he was just a slightly strong ordinary young man.

If he were truly ambushed with a knife or even a firearm, he would die.

"Still, I did overestimate this guy."

"Although the Chi Kingdom has firearm permits, not everyone can get their hands on guns."

Shaking his head, Chen Feng knew he was still affected by witnessing the gold shop robbery that day.

On a subconscious level, he had assumed that as long as one had the will, there would be a way to obtain firearms.

Reflecting on himself, fortunately this matter had ended peacefully, so he didn't dwell on it further.

After a while, he ate two more packs of bread, then brushed his teeth and tidied up before finally lying down on the bed.

Perhaps because of the drunkard's corpse discovered that morning.

The neighborhood was exceptionally quiet tonight, with no commotion to be heard.

Thanks to this, Chen Feng quickly fell asleep and once again entered the Dream World.

A blanket of mist, the pitch-black sky devoid of any starlight.

The asphalt road gradually grew dim, with only the three or five places he had already explored bathed in lamplight.

Hum!

Immediately, his Perception activated.

Chen Feng's gaze flickered as he looked toward a building by the roadside.

It was a martial arts gym, not far from the edge of the asphalt road.

Layers of mist dissipated, and illuminated by the glow of a nearby streetlamp, he could see three large characters on the sign.

"Extreme Martial Arts Gym"

A strong feeling surged in his heart, and Chen Feng's eyes lit up.

Because he knew that a Limit Breaking Light Orb was definitely there!

With a shift of his figure, he immediately strode over quickly.