While out picking up trash, I was forcefully pushed around by a beautiful female CEO.

"Arrogant brat, prepare to die!"

Being so disrespected by a junior like Lin Feng, Chen Zongwen could no longer contain his anger and roared as he charged towards Lin Feng.

When Meng Yuanhe and the others saw this scene, they were filled with despair.

With Lin Feng dead, the Meng family's efforts have truly come to nothing; they have gained nothing.

At this moment, Meng Yuanhe couldn't help but feel regret. If he had known it would turn out like this, he would never have agreed to the marriage alliance with the Su family.

Meng Boqu, Meng Botao, and the others felt the same way, letting out a sigh inwardly, not believing that Lin Feng would be a match for Chen Zongwen at all.

Crack!

In the blink of an eye, Chen Zongwen had already rushed in front of Lin Feng. The moment he made his move, Chen Zongwen's outer robe billowed and his bones crackled.

"Peak of external strength?"

Sensing the burst of energy emanating from Chen Zongwen, Lin Feng muttered to himself softly.

"Heh, you've seen my strength now? Scared? Useless. Running into me was your bad luck..."

Chen Zongwen chuckled coldly, then struck Lin Feng in the chest with his palm.

A mocking smile appeared on Lin Feng's lips: "It's still uncertain who will ultimately suffer!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Feng didn't dodge and threw a punch directly at Chen Zongwen's palm.

"I have been at the peak of external strength for ten years. You dare to take a single palm strike from me? You are simply courting death..."

Chen Zongwen spoke in a cold voice, but before he could finish, a tremendous force suddenly came, and Chen Zongwen's expression changed drastically, his eyes filled with horror.

Click!

With a crisp crack, Chen Zongwen's hand was folded over his arm in a bizarre position, and anyone could see that his hand was broken.

Chen Zongwen's expression turned to terror in an instant, and he retreated in a flash.

"Want to back out now? Too late!"

Lin Feng transformed his fist into a claw, gripping Chen Zongwen's arm like a swimming dragon. Then, with a sudden twist, Chen Zongwen's lean arm bent at a ninety-degree angle, the bone protruding from the skin.

Then, Lin Feng kicked Chen Zongwen in the chest and released his grip. The next moment, Chen Zongwen's lean body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing into the door of the villa's living room, shattering the glass on it.

The sudden scene made the atmosphere in the Meng family hall eerily quiet.

"Pfft!"

Chen Zongwen, who had been thrown to the ground, turned deathly pale. He suddenly opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of black blood mixed with dark blood clots.

"Peak of Inner Strength... You... who exactly are you?"

Ignoring his physical pain, Chen Zongwen pointed at Lin Feng with a look of fear on his face.

"I told you, you don't deserve to know!"

Lin Feng glanced coldly at Chen Zongwen and then ignored him.

Chen Zongwen wanted to say something more, but as soon as he opened his mouth, his neck tilted to the side and he fell to the ground, his life hanging in the balance.

It was only at this point that the Meng family members realized what was happening.

A collective gasp of astonishment rang out.

Meng Yuanhe, Meng Boqu, and the others exchanged a deep look, and they could all see the shock in each other's eyes.

They didn't know what the so-called peak of internal strength really meant, but they knew Chen Zongwen's identity. He was a martial arts master recognized by the common people of Minghai City. But now, after just one encounter, his life was already hanging in the balance.

Compared to Meng Yuanhe and his group, Li Zuwang, having witnessed the entire event, was already overwhelmed with shock.

Having a military background, he naturally had some insight into the intricacies of the situation.

Meng Bufan was trembling with excitement, his face flushed, and his eyes practically sparkled when he looked at Lin Feng.

Although Meng Jingran and the others weren't as exaggerated as Meng Bufan, they were about the same.

Meng Yun and Li Shuangshuang were so frightened that they dared not look at Lin Feng's figure.

Ignoring everyone's reactions, Lin Feng's gaze fell on Su Mingxuan, who was already terrified. His expression remained calm, as if Chen Zongwen's life or death was a trivial matter.

The more this happened, the more terrified Su Mingxuan felt, almost suffocating under Lin Feng's gaze.

Lin Feng slowly walked over and pinched Su Mingxuan's chin.

Su Mingxuan looked terrified and tried to back away.

"Move even once, and you'll die here today. You can try if you don't believe me!"

Lin Feng's calm words rang in my ears.

Su Mingxuan froze, staring at Lin Feng with shock and uncertainty: "You... what do you want to do? If you dare kill me, our Su family will not let you get away with it!"

Lin Feng stared coldly at Su Mingxuan.

"You little bastard, if you have the guts, kill me. Otherwise, when I get back, I will make sure you and that bitch Meng Qingyao have a good time."

After a brief moment of panic, Su Mingxuan quickly calmed down. He was the eldest son of the Su family, and this little bastard in front of him definitely didn't have the guts to kill him.

So, after calming down, Su Mingxuan reverted to his resentful and venomous expression.

"Where did this come from?"

Lin Feng ignored Su Mingxuan's words and reached out to pull a strangely shaped necklace pendant from Su Mingxuan's neck.

It was a dragon-shaped badge, made of mutton fat jade, carved with relief techniques, and inlaid with gold wire.

The materials used are not particularly expensive.

However, this is an insignia used for identification within the JF-17 squad. With this insignia, one can enter and exit any war zone within China without conditions when carrying out missions, and enjoys extremely high privileges.

This badge was carved by Song Yangming, a jade carving master from Kyoto, when he formed the Xiaolong Squad seven years ago.

Such a thing could not possibly have leaked out, much less appear in Minghai City, and similarly, it shouldn't have appeared in the Su family.

Lin Feng recalled Meng Qingyao's words again: the Su family rose to prominence two years ago...

"I'll ask you one more time, where did this thing come from?"

Lin Feng's voice rang out again, his tone light, but the temperature in the hall seemed to suddenly drop a few degrees.

"Hahaha, you little bastard, don't think you're so great just because you're from Kyoto! Our Su family has powerful backers in Kyoto that you can't afford to offend. We have the token that some important figure gave to our Su family right here. No matter who you are, you'll only have to kneel down in front of our Su family..."

Su Mingxuan was completely oblivious to the cold killing intent in Lin Feng's eyes and continued talking to himself.

Click!

But the next moment, a crisp sound rang out, and Su Mingxuan's voice came to an abrupt halt.

"An important person, perhaps?"

Lin Feng murmured softly and released his grip.

Su Mingxuan's neck slumped, and he slumped weakly to the ground, his eyes fixed on Lin Feng's back, filled with fear and confusion...

He died unable to understand how this man, whom Meng Qingyao had picked up casually, dared to crush his throat so readily...

"The Su family!"

Lin Feng narrowed his eyes slightly, gazing at the dragon-shaped badge in his hand, his eyes filled with an uncontrollable killing intent: "Let your lives be a sacrifice to the souls of my eleven comrades who died unjustly..."