"He is my student, and I’m taking him away right now," Lin Feng said firmly, his mind made up on what he had decided to do, and he was not easily swayed.

Seeing this young teacher standing as rigid as a piece of wood in the face of so many people and still uttering such words, Huangmao couldn’t help but laugh.

"Sure, you can leave, but the car stays, and he needs to break one of his arms by himself, or we can help him break one. It’s your choice," Huangmao said, folding his arms in front of his chest and staring at Lin Feng and the student with supreme confidence.

"If we really need to break an arm, is it necessary to break it? Can’t we just hit it lightly to make a point?" At this moment, Lin Feng sounded like a pedantic teacher, trying to negotiate with them.

"Haha..."

"This guy must be stupid to say something like that."

"He must be scared stupid, what kind of life has this bookworm seen?"

"Just hit lightly, can we? That’s too damn funny, he thinks it’s like bargaining at the market for cabbage!"

"Damn it, you’re lucky you’re not getting a knife in and out of you,"

......

The gang of hoodlums burst into laughter upon hearing Lin Feng’s words, thinking this bookworm was really amusing.

"Are you ****** deaf? Didn’t our boss, Brother Huangmao, just say that it’s absolutely necessary to break his arm? Stop the ****** chitchat, or we’ll waste you along with him," Xiao Mao cursed directly at Lin Feng, thinking that this teacher was truly silly, and not just a little bit silly, for saying such things.

However, the more they encountered people like this, the prouder and more accomplished they felt.

At this moment, Li Yong wished he could cover his face, unsure of what to say. He really wanted Lin Feng to leave right away, just get out of there without lingering any longer, but now it was clear they couldn’t leave even if they wanted to.

"Why the ****** are you still talking? If he won’t break it, brothers, let’s help him out. I still have things to take care of," Huangmao said impatiently, planning to head to a new place opened by Brother Bao after they were done here, as he had heard there would be a lot of new stuff there.

"Alright, I just wanted to confirm," Lin Feng nodded.

"Can’t you ****** stop dawdling and get out..." Xiao Mao said, attempting to step forward and slap Lin Feng, since facing an intellectual was the best time to show off, but before he could finish speaking, his right arm began to hurt unbearably, and he could no longer control himself, crying out while holding his arm. "Ah..., my hand... It’s killing me."

"Ah... It’s killing me."

Huangmao and the other thugs’ eyes bulged with disbelief at what they were seeing; Xiao Mao, who had just stepped forward and raised his hand to slap Lin Feng, now had his arm eerily twisted at the joint, broken... broken...

"Attack..." Huangmao yelled, reaching into his chest.

"Crack... snap..."

"Ah..."

......

Screams and the sound of snapping arms followed one after another, with all the arms that came in contact with Lin Feng breaking as he moved forward, each thug screaming in agony.

"Boom... uh..." Huangmao, who was reaching into his chest to draw a dagger, got punched by Lin Feng before he could pull it out. The next moment, his arm completely shattered, and Huangmao was sent flying.

In the blink of an eye, the twenty or so gangsters in the alley were all lying on the ground, clutching their broken arms and crying with pain. They had always been the ones breaking other people’s arms and legs at will, but this time, all of their arms were broken, and they were in so much pain that they couldn’t even stand up.

Some with weaker willpower outright fainted, while many others lay on the ground, howling in pain.

Huangmao had some skills, as he managed not to cry out despite the sweat on his forehead and a trembling body, which was somewhat impressive.

"See, I asked you earlier, and you insisted on breaking an arm. What’s the point?" Lin Feng walked up to Huangmao, who moved back fearfully, while Lin Feng spoke rather regretfully.

Huangmao almost fainted; damn it, so that was what Lin Feng meant when he asked before.

But, Li Yong had clearly called him "Teacher"!

And he was so young; his own gang might not be masters, but there were more than twenty of them.

"This ****** isn’t a university teacher, how could a university teacher possibly have such outrageous martial prowess, who the hell would believe that?

With such skills, he’d be considered too valuable even as an Assassin; in the gang world, he’d probably rank as a Twin Flower Red Stick. What the hell is this, who the hell is this guy, wasn’t he just here to seek justice for Brother Bao’s nephew? How did it turn out to be us getting our arms broken? Damn it, it hurts so much. If only I had known he was this fierce, I wouldn’t have come even if I’d been killed, didn’t check the calendar before leaving today.

If only I had let someone else come instead..."

"Oh right, do you need the car left here as collateral..." Lin Feng looked at Huangmao and asked seriously, just as he had done when asking if they needed to break an arm.

Huangmao was so scared that he nearly peed himself.

Still wanting the car? Wasn’t that just asking for death? He shook his head vigorously.

"That’s good, if you trouble my student again, I’ll break your arms every time I see you," Lin Feng said very seriously, then looked up and gestured to Li Yong, "Let’s go. Were you expecting them to treat you to a late-night snack or what?"

"Go... oh... let’s go..." Li Yong followed Lin Feng, walking forward almost mechanically, his mind a complete blank at the moment.

Just now, just a moment ago Li Yong saw Lin Feng move, but didn’t see how he moved his hands; he only saw Lin Feng step forward, and more than twenty people charged at him.

And after he walked over, those more than twenty people were lying on the ground, each with broken arms.

Li Yong stood there dumbfounded, so shocked that he was sweating profusely.

How could Teacher Lin be so fierce? One man against more than twenty, and in the blink of an eye, they were all on the ground. He was no longer human, he was Superman. I didn’t even see how he broke their arms, and they even had weapons. His skills were too terrifying. Was he even human? How could Teacher Lin be so fierce?

Is this a French teacher? Even a Taekwondo teacher wouldn’t be this ferocious, right?

Li Yong touched his head, feeling dejected, and stared at Lin Feng, thinking that when he was pressed down by Teacher Lin during class, he thought it was a fluke, and even had some doubts later. Now it seemed, what fluke? The man was simply not stooping to my level, sparing me.

I mean, how could an ordinary teacher suppress me with one hand? Teacher Lin must possess extraordinary skills; he is definitely not an ordinary person. Suddenly, Li Yong remembered Lin Feng’s words...

Could it be... could what Teacher Lin said during class all be true? That he really stayed on an island and learned the Peerless Divine Skill and all? Otherwise, how could a situation that was about to be my downfall be turned around by Teacher Lin alone?

It’s too incredible, even more thrilling and exciting than what’s in the movies and TV shows. Isn’t this the kind of scene I fantasize about in my dreams?

Cool, so cool.

When Lin Feng asked just now if they wanted their arms broken, Li Yong felt the impulse to cover his face and be speechless. Now thinking back on it, his whole body was boiling with excitement. This is what real coolness is.

Looking at Lin Feng’s departing back, Huangmao’s body still trembled, both from the pain and the fear. Aside from Huangmao, Xiao Mao, who had his arm broken first, was slightly better now, seemingly passed out, but in fact, he was squinting and pretending to be dead while holding his arm, though he was very frustrated inside.

Usually, it was they who trampled on others, so how come they were trampled upon today? The most frustrating thing was that they didn’t even see clearly how their arms were broken; it was extremely aggravating. But what shocked him more was Lin Feng’s skill—damn, with such formidable skills, why be a teacher? Isn’t that tricking people? You damn could do anything else, why be a teacher? And damn, why did you have to break our arms?

Even special forces don’t have such skills. I’ve been in the underworld for so many years and never got hurt because I knew when to charge, when to dodge, and when to play dead. I didn’t expect to miscalculate the situation today.

Such a master; a genuinely hidden dragon. I must remember this!

Thinking of the words he pointed at Lin Feng and cursed just now, Xiao Mao was scared, so he feigned death and didn’t dare to move, praying in his heart, please forget about me, treat me like a fart and let it pass, walk by, walk by.

When Lin Feng finally walked past him, he felt as if he had been in a sauna for hours.

Wow, what a nice car, so beautiful, those lines...

When he saw Lin Feng’s car, Li Yong’s eyes lit up again, but he didn’t dare to speak, quietly following him into the car.

It was only after Lin Feng had left that Huangmao managed to stand up with effort, one hand holding his broken arm. Looking at the people lying around and crying from pain, Huangmao felt a headache coming on. How was he going to explain this to Brother Bao today?

What should he do with these more than twenty people? Goddamn it, how could he run into such a fierce person like Superman today? God, are you messing with me? Just coming out to teach someone a lesson and it turned into this. Even my own arm got broken; talking about this is going to be so embarrassing. But since things had come to this, there was no choice but to grit his teeth and reluctantly pull out his cellphone, calling his brothers to come quickly with a car, to take the people for bone setting, which was the most pressing matter.

On the way to the orthopedic doctor in the car, Huangmao thought it over and decided to call his boss, Brother Bao.

"Brother Bao, I screwed up today."

"What? You ********, can’t you even handle such a small matter properly? Now it’s too much for you?" Brother Bao got very angry when he heard Huangmao say it was a mess. He thought Huangmao was reliable, and now such a small and trivial issue was beyond his capabilities. Could it be that they had become too comfortable with their easy life?

"There was an unexpected complication. A teacher of that guy showed up. In the blink of an eye, he broke the arms of the twenty-something brothers I brought." Huangmao said with an extremely hoarse voice.

"Hmm? One person knocked out twenty, breaking everyone’s arms in a blink of an eye?" Brother Bao couldn’t help but repeat it, thinking it was a joke.

"It’s true. I’m taking the brothers to the hospital now. Even if you gave me guts, I wouldn’t dare to joke about this! We didn’t even see how he made his move. Brother Bao, we’ve hit a tough nut this time." Huangmao felt like crying, twenty-something brothers...

"Got it. Go get treated first, healing is the priority." Brother Bao replied to Huangmao and hung up the phone. Then he lit a cigarette and sat quietly alone.

A teacher, who broke the arms of more than twenty of his own men. Definitely a master, a true master.

As for Huangmao, he was sure he wasn’t lying. If one man could quickly break the arms of more than twenty people without any reaction from the others, to what extent had that man’s skill reached? My God. How did a lesson for a young punk pull in such a ruthless character? No, it’s crucial to check the background of that teacher first.

Damn, fortunes are running low lately, how did he get involved with such a character?

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