After leaving Lin Xinru's company, Chen Feng didn't drive home. Since Lin Xinru had already said she wouldn't be back for dinner, there was no point in going home alone. He thought it would be better to take a good look around Star Sea City. It was his first time back after so many years, and the changes were so great that he could hardly recognize the place any longer.
"That's him, that's Chen Feng. Young Master Li has given the word—if anyone breaks his leg, they'll get a hundred thousand yuan. Brothers, go block him and don't let him get away."
Just at that moment, a few small-time punks in an old street district spotted Chen Feng and immediately took out their phones to report to their boss.
Chen Feng had just come out of a traditional wonton noodle shop after eating when he found himself surrounded by more than a dozen people. Either they had yellow hair or intimidating tattoos on their bodies—it was instantly clear they were up to no good.
