At the beginning, I found 100 million in a rental house.

Chapter 2087 [2087] This kick had power
The "delivery guy" was clearly a veteran. His eyes were like a wolf's, fixed on Ye Feng. As he approached with the baton, his footwork and the rhythm of his movements were perfectly coordinated. With each step closer, the rhythm formed by his footwork and the baton, along with the increasingly eccentric expression on his face, created an extremely strong sense of pressure.

However, Ye Feng remained calm throughout.

Seeing the delivery guy getting within ten meters of him, he calmly said, "I'll give you a chance. Tell me who sent you, and I can consider going easy on him later."

"I'm going to kill you!" But the delivery guy clearly took this as a provocation. His eyes suddenly turned cold, and his pace quickened. He pounced on Ye Feng like a hungry wolf.

The delivery guy raised his baton high, and with a startling whooshing sound, he slammed it down on Ye Feng!
If that hits hard, a fractured skull would be the least of your worries.

But Ye Feng stood still, without even moving a step.

He only turned slightly to the side when the baton was only half a foot away from his forehead.

It wasn't a dramatic dodge; he simply tilted his shoulder back slightly, and the whistling steel rod slammed down, grazing his nose with a loud "crack," leaving spiderweb-like cracks in the concrete floor.

Missing his target, the delivery guy's pupils constricted, and he flipped his wrist, swinging the baton horizontally toward Ye Feng's temple!

Their moves change so quickly that ordinary people can't even see their trajectory.

Ye Feng didn't even need to turn to the side this time.

He simply raised his left hand, index and middle fingers together, and gently tapped the steel rod that was being pulled out.

"Ding--"

A metallic humming exploded.

The delivery driver felt a sudden numbness in his hand, and his entire right arm instantly lost sensation. The baton flew out of his hand, crashed into a pillar in the distance with a "bang," and rolled to the ground.

He staggered back two steps, his face filled with disbelief.

Before he could finish speaking, Ye Feng had already moved.

Without any fancy footwork, he simply took a step forward and reached for his neck with his right hand as easily as taking something out of a bag.

The delivery guy shouted sharply, raising his left leg high with his toes pointed straight like a knife, aiming straight for Ye Feng's heart! This jabbing kick was vicious and cunning, and the way his trouser leg flew up created a faint sound of wind, clearly indicating that he was practicing the Northern School of Jabbing Kung Fu, having reached the level of penetrating force.

Ye Feng's hand, which was reaching for his neck, suddenly sank downwards.

With fingers spread wide, they gripped the other person's ankle perfectly.

"Peak of Ming Jin, impressive footwork," Ye Feng commented, his fingers exerting slight force.

"Crack." A crisp sound of bone breaking.

"Ah—!" The delivery guy screamed in agony as Ye Feng lifted him up by the ankle and slammed him to the ground!
"boom!"

His back slammed into the ground, the air in his lungs was forced out, his vision went black, and a metallic taste rose in his throat.

Before he could catch his breath, Ye Feng's foot was already on his chest.

It wasn't heavy, but it felt like a mountain was pressing down on it.

"Who sent you?" Ye Feng looked down at him, his voice as calm as if he were asking about the weather.

The deliveryman gritted his teeth and quietly reached for his waist with his left hand—where a dagger was tucked.

With a flick of his wrist, the dagger was drawn from its sheath, its cold light flashing as it stabbed straight at Ye Feng's calf!

The stab came without warning, at an extremely tricky angle, and the blade of the dagger had a faint dark blue tinge, clearly indicating that it was poisoned.

Ye Feng's foot, which was pressing on his chest, suddenly lifted up and then fell down again.

Instead of stepping on it, he gently tapped the other person's wrist with the back of his foot.

"Clang."

The dagger flew seven or eight meters away.

The deliveryman's wrist was bent at an odd angle.

"Ugh—" This time he couldn't even finish his scream. Veins bulged on his forehead, and cold sweat instantly soaked through his delivery uniform.

"One last time." Ye Feng's foot landed back on his chest, this time with a bit more force. "Who sent you?"

The delivery driver was trembling, not from pain, but from fear.

He stared intently at Ye Feng, his lips trembling: "You...you just used...hidden force?!"

Only martial artists with internal strength can penetrate their bodies with power upon contact, breaking bones without damaging the skin and flesh!

"You're a martial artist specializing in internal energy?!"