Reborn in 1985, starting from the mountains of Northwest China

This glance made Chen Lin's hand freeze in mid-air, and he slowly withdrew it.

Chen Lin's impression of his younger brother was always that of a simpleton, occasionally glib, and a bit unreliable.

But the aura he gave just now was completely unlike his usual self; it carried a hint of ferocity, making people unconsciously want to obey him.

Chen Jun also realized something was wrong and pulled Chen Lin back a step.

Zhao Desheng, standing nearby, was so anxious he kept wringing his hands: "Ergou, don't be impulsive, let's talk this out..."

Zhao Desheng's thinking was simple: he just wanted to threaten him. If he really wanted to take action, why would he bother to come to his door himself?

But the situation was clearly moving in a direction he couldn't control.

Zhao Ergou shoved Zhao Desheng aside: "What are you talking about? He said it himself, one against five! The loser gets the land! Don't miss this opportunity!"

As he spoke, he threw the hoe on the ground, clenched his fist, and walked forward.

Zhao Defa and the others looked at each other, and had no choice but to follow.

Five people surrounded Chen Feng.

Chen Feng stood there, motionless.

Zhao Ergou walked up to him, raised his hand, and pointed at his nose.

"Chen Feng, I fucking did this today—"

He hadn't finished speaking.

Chen Feng immediately took action.

Villains often die from talking too much, but this kind of guy who's both incompetent and loves to play around is the first time Chen Feng has ever seen one.

No one saw how he moved.

With a "snap," Zhao Ergou's wrist was grabbed by Chen Feng.

The next second, Zhao Ergou fell forward, his knees hitting the ground hard.

"ah--!"

As soon as Zhao Ergou's scream rang out, Chen Feng released his grip, dodged Zhao Defa's punch, and then elbowed him in the ribs.

Zhao Defa groaned and squatted down, clutching his waist.

Zhao Delong and Zhao Dezhong lunged forward at the same time. Chen Feng stepped back, taking two steps back. When the two missed their target and staggered forward, he suddenly rushed forward and kicked Zhao Delong in the lower back. Zhao Delong fell forward, knocking Zhao Dezhong to the ground.

It took less than ten seconds in total.

Four out of five people collapsed.

Only Zhao Desheng remained standing there, staring in disbelief at everything.

Chen Feng stood amidst the people lying on the ground, panting, looking at Zhao Desheng.

"Brother Desheng, is it your turn?"

Zhao Desheng's face turned pale, and he retreated repeatedly.

"Feng, Brother Feng, I... I didn't do it..."

Chen Feng looked at him and suddenly smiled.

This smile was exactly the same as Chen Feng's usual sly smile.

But when Zhao Desheng saw that smile, he felt a chill run down his spine.

Chen Feng ignored him and turned to walk towards Zhao Ergou.

Zhao Ergou was still kneeling on the ground, clutching his wrist, his face contorted in pain.

Chen Feng squatted down in front of him.

"Brother Er Gou, do you remember what you just said?"

Zhao Ergou raised his head and looked at him, his eyes filled with terror.

"Chen, Chen Feng, you, you..."

Chen Feng pointed to the spot at his feet.

The phlegm was still there, glistening in the moonlight.

"He licked it."

Zhao Ergou's face changed from white to red, and then from red to purple.

"Chen Feng, don't go too far..."

Chen Feng didn't speak, he just looked at him.

The surroundings were quiet, and Zhao Ergou gradually fell silent as well.

He felt a chill run down his spine from that look in his eyes.

He recalled how Chen Feng had attacked earlier; it was so fast that it was impossible to see, and so ruthless that it was terrifying.

This is not the honest and simple Chen Feng at all!

That honest demeanor he used to have was definitely an act!

Zhao Ergou slowly lowered his head, lay down on the ground, and stuck out his tongue...

"Ergou!"

Zhao Desheng suddenly rushed up and grabbed Zhao Ergou.

He stood in front of Zhao Ergou, looking at Chen Feng.

Even if Zhao Desheng doesn't want to talk now, he has to step forward.

We can't just watch Er Gou actually lick it, can we?

That doesn't make sense logically or emotionally. How will he ever be able to live in this village again?

"Chen Feng, killing someone is just a matter of a head falling to the ground. You've already hit him, what more do you want?"

Chen Feng looked at him without saying a word.

Zhao Desheng gritted his teeth: "We were in the wrong today. Let's not talk about the land anymore. Let us go."

Chen Feng remained silent.

Zhao Ergou stared at him, something churning in his eyes.

It's not fear.

It is hatred.

A deep-seated hatred.

Chen Feng saw it.

He smiled.

"Brother Desheng, what are you saying? I didn't stop you. If you want to leave, then leave."

Zhao Desheng was taken aback; he hadn't expected him to agree so readily.

Without saying a word, he pulled Zhao Ergou up and kicked Zhao Defa again.

"Get up! All of you, get the fuck up!"

Zhao Defa scrambled to his feet, picked up his hoe, and followed Zhao Desheng outside.

As they reached the alley entrance, Zhao Desheng suddenly stopped and glanced back at Chen Feng.

That glance was sinister, like the forked tongue of a venomous snake.

Then he turned his head and disappeared into the night.

The courtyard fell silent again.

Chen Lin and Chen Jun stood there blankly, unable to come to their senses for a long time.

Liu Xia arrived at the doorway, her eyes filled with shock as she looked at Chen Feng.

Lin Xiu, holding two children, stood behind her, her face pale.

Chen Feng stood there, looking in the direction where the Zhao brothers had disappeared, and slowly lowered his rolled-up sleeves.

He turned around and saw his whole family staring at him, and he was stunned.

"What's wrong?"

Chen Lin swallowed.

"Fengzi, when did you learn to fight?"

Chen Feng thought about it and realized that in his previous life, he had fought with people countless times during his years of struggling in society.

But in this life, he was Chen Feng, an honest and simple farmer.

He smiled.

"I haven't studied it. I just got anxious."

Chen Lin looked at him with suspicion.

Chen Jun suddenly asked, "How were you so fast just now?"

Chen Feng shook his head: "I don't know either. Maybe he just... got desperate."

Liu Xia walked over from the doorway and looked him up and down.

Chen Feng felt uneasy under her gaze.

"mother?"

Liu Xia looked at him for a while, then suddenly reached out and patted him on the shoulder.

"Alright, let's go inside. Your large intestine is getting cold."

She turned and walked towards the kitchen, but after taking two steps, she stopped.

"From now on, don't be so reckless. What if something happens when you fight five people at once?"

Chen Feng nodded: "Understood, Mother."

Liu Xia didn't say anything more, and went inside after lifting the curtain.

Chen Lin walked over and patted Chen Feng on the shoulder.

"Fengzi, those moves you made just now were really swift."

Chen Jun also came over: "That's right. I didn't even see how you moved."

Chen Feng smiled but didn't reply.

Zhao Desheng stood by the window, motionless.

The flame of the kerosene lamp flickered behind him, casting a long, crooked shadow that clung to the wall.

Zhao Ergou sat on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), rubbing his wrist and grimacing. His wrist was swollen like a steamed bun, and it hurt terribly to the touch.

"Brother, we can't just let this go! That Chen Feng kid, he's been hiding his true colors. He acts like a coward all the time, but when he gets physical, he's a completely different person. I'm afraid my wrist is fractured..."

Zhao Desheng did not turn around.

Zhao Ergou added, "Defa and the others are also badly injured. Defa has a large bruise on his ribs, Delong has a swelling on his lower back, and Dezhong has a broken nose with blood all over his face. Five of us, and he beat us up like this by himself! How can our Zhao family face the village like this if word gets out?"

Zhao Desheng remained silent.

Zhao Ergou got anxious, stood up to walk over, but pulled on his wrist and sat back down with a hiss.

"Brother! Say something!"