Chen Wen's revenge

With his points spent and a cultivation technique secured, Lin Feng planned to head out to the wilderness for another romp.

But before going to the wilderness this time, Lin Feng planned to upgrade his equipment first.

First on the list were stretchy shorts. Otherwise, having his clothes turn to rags every time he transformed was just too awkward.

Although he hammered his enemies to death every time, he was still a man of modern civilization, after all. He had to be prepared.

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Besides clothes, Lin Feng also planned to buy a few barbecue grills and a bathtub.

The ring Lin Feng wore now was the spatial ring contributed by the black-robed man. With several dozen square meters of space, it had enough room to store things.

Although the spatial ring had distinctive patterns on it and might be recognized.

Lin Feng did not mind. In fact, he could hardly wait for the black-robed man's accomplices to come looking for him.

Scum worse than pigs and dogs, like that black-robed man, were perfect for hammering to bits and turning into Energy Points.

Just as Lin Feng headed out, Chen Wen was lying in bed in a luxurious courtyard residence in the central district of Yang City.

Ding, ding, ding. A phone rang.

Chen Wen picked it up and saw that the call was from one of his lackeys.

The sight of the call filled Chen Wen with delight. Could there be news of Lin Feng?

Ever since Lin Feng had beaten him to a pulp, Chen Wen had stopped going to school.

After being beaten to a pulp by a martial artist he considered trash, Chen Wen felt he had lost all face. He was too ashamed to go back to his studies.

Later, Lin Feng had disappeared, and Chen Wen had been unable to find any news of him.

But Chen Wen had not simply given up. He had instructed one of his lackeys to keep an eye on Lin Feng and call him as soon as there was any news.

After being humiliated like that by Lin Feng, how could Chen Wen let Chen Wen off?

Lin Feng was merely an ordinary person with no backing. Chen Wen believed that even if he killed Lin Feng, no one would stand up for him.

Although he was no match for Lin Feng himself, the Chen Clan had Chen Ao, a Qi Sea Eighth Stage martial artist. How could the clan lack experts?

"Young Master Chen, Lin Feng just came back to school, but he's left again. He probably went home."

Hearing the voice on the phone, Chen Wen was overjoyed. "Good, good! Lin Feng, you've finally shown yourself. This time, I'll make you unable to live or die!"

Chen Ao could hardly wait to go kill Lin Feng now.

"Uncle Fu, I'd like to ask you to help me kill someone," Chen Wen said.

Suddenly, a dark figure appeared beside Chen Wen.

"Young Master, whom would you have this old servant kill?"

Uncle Fu was the Chen Clan's steward, an expert at the Qi Sea Sixth Stage. Aside from Chen Ao, Uncle Fu was the strongest in the Chen Clan.

"Uncle Fu, the one I want to kill is Lin Feng. My younger brother died at his hands." Chen Wen's words carried killing intent.

After hearing this, Uncle Fu spoke without hesitation. "No problem, Young Master. Should we tell the master?"

"No need. Let's leave right now. Lin Feng is at his home."

With that, Chen Wen leaped straight down from the second floor and headed toward the garage.

Half an hour later, Chen Wen and Uncle Fu arrived at Lin Feng's home.

Bang! With a tremendous crash, the door to Lin Feng's home was forcibly smashed open.

The moment he entered Lin Feng's home, Chen Wen eagerly searched for any trace of him.

But after searching for ages, he still found no trace of Lin Feng.

Discovering that Lin Feng had vanished again, Chen Wen flew into a rage.

"Why? Why aren't you home, obediently waiting to die?" Chen Wen kept smashing the furnishings in Lin Feng's home.

After venting for a while, Chen Wen only stopped smashing things when he grew tired.

With Lin Feng absent, Chen Wen had no intention of waiting in his home either. Who knew when Lin Feng would return?

Before leaving, Chen Wen spotted a photograph of Lin Feng and Lin Fu hanging on the wall.

Bang! Chen Wen lashed out with a kick, sending a sofa flying into the photograph on the wall and shattering its frame.

Only after all that did Chen Wen leave bitterly.

Uncle Fu remained beside Chen Wen the entire time, without saying a word.