Had Enough?

Chapter 34: Had Enough Yet?

Whoosh!

The beer bottle hurtling through the air grew rapidly larger in his pupils.

Li Wei, drawn by the sounds of the fight, finally snapped back to reality. Her eyes went wide, and she was almost frozen stiff with fright.

Chen Yun across from her also looked panicked, but she had no time to react.

Shua!

In an instant, the beer bottle closed in, mere centimeters away from smashing into Teacher Li's head, splitting it open and spilling blood.

Pata!

At the critical moment.

A large, powerful hand shot out, catching the beer bottle with perfect accuracy.

It was just one centimeter from hitting flesh. Teacher Li stood frozen in place, cold sweat dripping down his face without him even knowing when it had appeared.

With a slight shudder, he came to his senses and quickly shuffled two steps to the side.

"X-Xiao Feng."

Turning his head to look, the sturdy young man was just sitting there quietly.

His expression was blank, his left hand still holding chopsticks, with beef and beef tripe in his bowl.

The right arm he had extended was thick and strong, faint bulging veins visible on the back of his hand.

"Th-Thank you."

Teacher Li quickly said with gratitude. Li Wei, at this moment, also stared wide-eyed at Chen Feng.

There was no reply. Instead, a more violent dull thud rang out.

Boom!!

The customers at the two nearby tables, both men and women, had practically tangled into a brawl.

Bowls, chopsticks, and beer bottles all became weapons in that instant, the crisp clattering sounds continuous.

Shards of glass flew, ceramic bowls were hurled everywhere.

The other diners nearby all looked panicked, hastily rising and dodging to avoid being caught in the crossfire.

As for the hotpot restaurant's waitstaff and manager, their faces were grim. They wanted to step in and stop it, but couldn't find an opening.

"Fuck your mother! I'm gonna kill you today!"

The instigator was a fat, tattooed young man. He violently shoved a man over, sending his head smacking against the floor.

Then, he grabbed a long wooden bench and swung it forward.

Whoosh!!

The sound of it cutting through the air showed he clearly had considerable strength.

Just as it was about to hit the fallen man's head, the crowd gasped repeatedly. Some even closed their eyes, unable to bear watching.

Pata!

But then, the next second.

It was as if a black boulder had risen from the flat ground.

A figure stepped forward, a large hand reaching out.

The edge of the long bench was caught in that grip, and a pair of utterly cold eyes swept across the scene.

The atmosphere stilled for a moment, but the others around were still brawling.

"The hell, you looking for death?!"

The fat, tattooed man cursed, trying to yank the bench back, but found it wouldn't budge an inch.

"Did you throw this?" Chen Feng asked expressionlessly, holding up the beer bottle in his other hand.

"Fuck yeah, I threw it! So what?!"

The fat man gritted his teeth and strained with all his might, but the long bench remained steady, completely unmoving.

"Let go right now and get out of my way, or I'll fucking kill you, you hear me?!"

Seeming to feel he had lost face, the tattooed man glared angrily and threatened.

"Do you know how to apologize?" Chen Feng asked, his face blank.

"I'll apologize to your fucking mother!" The tattooed man cursed again, then let go of the bench and grabbed another beer bottle from the table.

Whoosh!

The sound of it cutting through the air intensified. Behind him, Chen Yun and the others all changed expression.

"Xiao Feng!"

An urgent shout rang out, followed by a crisp, loud noise.

Boom!!

The Exploding Fist blasted out, and the beer bottle shattered.

Glass shards flew everywhere, and the others who had been brawling all paused in unison.

Then, within everyone's line of sight.

The sturdy young man had discarded the stool at some point, his large hand reaching forward, pressing against the fat man's face like a mask.

Then.

He shoved downward, a violent surge of force!

Thud!!!

Another dull sound rang out, and the fat man's head was slammed onto the hotpot wooden table.

With a crack, a thin split appeared in the wooden table.

The fat man's head bled profusely, his eyes rolled back, his body swayed and fell, knocked unconscious on the spot.

"Holy shit!"

"You're fucking asking for it!"

Someone from the other party's group reacted.

A vicious glint flashed in his eyes, blood rushed to his head, and he charged over with a long bench in hand.

Whoosh!

It swung down with a roar, No Mercy.

However, the next second.

Chen Feng glanced coldly at him, twisted his body, and kicked out a fierce side thrust.

Bang!

The bench snapped, and the figure flew backward.

Amidst a series of dull thuds, a row of tables and chairs was overturned, and the man could only curl up on the spot, clutching his stomach like a limp shrimp.

Seeing this, the crowd stared wide-eyed, dead silent.

All the brawlers completely stopped their actions, and the hotpot restaurant's manager and waitstaff stood dumbfounded.

The customers who hadn't left yet stood frozen in place, full of shock, while Chen Yun and Teacher Li and the others were practically petrified.

Clang, clang, clang!

Finally, one of the brawlers, stunned wide-eyed, lost his grip on the iron plate in his hand, and it fell to the ground.

The crisp sound echoed repeatedly as Chen Feng turned his head to look at the others.

"Had enough fun?"

After speaking, no one dared to respond.

Until finally, the sturdy young man turned and walked back to Chen Yun's side.

Glancing at Li Wei, he said in a flat tone.

"Sis, I'm full."

"Let's go."

Half an hour later, outside the hotpot restaurant.

Teacher Li pushed up his square-rimmed glasses, standing with the hotpot restaurant's manager, negotiating with the Security Bureau Officer.

During this, he made a phone call, seemingly pulling some strings, which made the officer's attitude much more sincere.

Chen Feng stood the whole time on the street a few meters away, leaning against a lamppost, expressionlessly watching the night sky.

His tall figure was illuminated by the dim yellow light, casting a long, long shadow.

Seeing this, Li Wei sat alone on a public wooden bench nearby, her expression shifting several times, still not daring to approach and speak.

Only Chen Yun, after calming the other party down, slowly walked up to Chen Feng.

"Xiao Feng, it's fine now."

"Teacher Li found his friend, and the hotpot restaurant is grateful to you, no need for compensation."

Still in that gentle tone, Chen Feng hummed in acknowledgment, with no further response.

The two stood silently on the street like that, and Chen Yun couldn't help but turn her head to look at his profile.

It was still that familiar face.

But for some reason, she suddenly felt that her brother had become much more distant.

"No matter what, Xiao Feng is my only family."

With that thought flashing through her mind, Chen Yun suppressed all other distractions.

Just as he was about to speak again, he but saw Chen Feng suddenly open his mouth and say, "Sis, remember."

"No one can bully you."

Turning his head to look at Chen Yun, Chen Feng thought of how good she had been to the original body.

At the same time, he also thought of her concern for him during these days.

Since this body was now occupied by him, he was willing to bear these karmic ties.

Thinking this far, Chen Feng's tone grew low, and he said seriously, "If you ever run into trouble, tell me."

"I'll always be here."

Words fell, and Chen Yun was clearly stunned for a moment.

Then, a few seconds later.

A smile appeared, her eyes very bright, seeming to hold a trace of moisture and emotion.

It looked like, in the rainy night, a clean orchid had bloomed.

"Alright."

Beaming with a full smile, Chen Yun nodded and said, "Then from now on, I'll be counting on Little Feng to take good care of me."

Their eyes met, and Chen Feng gave a slight smile.

Turning his head again to the night sky, dots of stars entered his view.

He felt that perhaps only at this moment had he truly planted his feet in this world.