Looks Like I Could Still Take Him

Chen Feng got out of bed and opened the door.

The door creaked open, but no one was outside. He caught only a glimpse of someone running away.

Most people would have been baffled, but Chen Feng had seen plenty of horror movies. He knew this trope.

By the usual formula, that's someone who knows everything. Follow him somewhere deserted, and he'll explain what's going on.

Or he might spout a bunch of riddles and leave me to find the answers myself.

Either way, it was better than having no leads.

Chen Feng followed at once, only to find that the guy was running fast, with no apparent intention of letting anyone catch up.

Something's off.

Chen Feng put on a burst of speed and caught up. The man was neither a trafficked woman seeking help nor the madman or old sage who knew every secret in a horror movie.

He looked familiar. Wasn't he one of the young men who had been leering at She Qingqing?

Maybe it was his imagination, but the guy seemed a little taller than before.

"Why did you knock on my door?"

The young man bristled at the question. "I don't like you. I wanted to bother you so you couldn't sleep so soundly."

Just a prank?

As if.

Chen Feng might have believed that when he first arrived in Cihang City, but not anymore. "Tell me the truth, or this is going to hurt."

The young man panicked when Chen Feng seized his hand. "What are you doing?"

Crack!

With one hand over the young man's mouth, Chen Feng snapped one of his fingers with the other.

"Mmph!"

Pain, shock, and fear flashed across the young man's face.

Chen Feng said coldly, "I'm going to let go. If you lie or scream, it