Reborn in 2006, it's incredibly awesome!

Lin Feng didn't say anything, just looked at Ni Jianxin with a smile on his lips.

Ni Jianxin felt uneasy under Lin Feng's gaze, pointed his finger at Lin Feng's nose, and said, "You little brat, are you scared out of your wits? I'm talking to you! Kneel down!"

Lin Feng stepped forward, pulled out the red-covered special agent ID from his inner pocket, opened it, and held it up in front of Ni Jianxin. "This is a fucking certificate, legally allowing me to fuck you. Actually, you are my bastard child. Although I don't want to acknowledge you as my mentally challenged son, this is an indisputable fact."

The entire room fell silent. Several onlookers and sales staff covered their mouths, some with trembling shoulders, others turning their faces away, but laughter still escaped through their fingers.

To be able to weave insults into a story and tell it as if it were true, this person is truly something else.

Ni Jianxin's face turned from red to purple, then from purple to black, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked. "You motherfucker..."

Just as he was about to unleash a torrent of abuse, Lin Feng spoke again, his tone slow and leisurely, as if talking to a kindergarten child: "Eldest son, are you going to start another verbal battle? I'm cursing you like this, and you're not even going to fight back. Are you afraid of me? You're such a useless piece of trash."

Ni Jianxin was furious. He cursed "Fuck you!" and threw a punch.

The fist was aimed straight at Lin Feng's face.

Lin Feng slightly adjusted his position, raised his shoulder, and deliberately took the punch.

With a muffled thud, Lin Feng flew two meters backward and landed on the ground, his face contorted in pain.

Wang Qian and Tian Jing were shocked and rushed over to help him. Tian Jing's voice was trembling with tears, "Lin Feng, are you alright?"

Wang Qian pointed at Ni Jianxin, "How dare you hit someone in public? I'm calling the police to arrest you!"

Lin Feng lowered his voice, "I was faking it. You two get out of the way and don't get in my way while I'm dealing with him."

Both women were stunned, tears still welling in their eyes, but they had already let go of each other's hands.

The most bewildered was Ni Jianxin. He looked down at his fist, his knuckles throbbing with pain, as if he had hit a metal plate. He shook his hand, his lips trembling, unable to utter a word.

Lin Feng slowly got up, dusted off his clothes, and looked up at Ni Jianxin. "Trash, didn't you eat? Go ahead and hit me again, and I'll make you regret ever being born."

Ni Jianxin hesitated. He felt this kid was a bit strange; even a boxing champion couldn't send someone flying with a single punch, right?

Could it be that I was born with superhuman strength and a talent for boxing? But if I'm naturally strong, why doesn't it work well for sex at night?

Seeing his hesitation, Lin Feng mocked, "What? Are you scared? If you don't dare to fight, it means you admit that you are the bastard child born from me and your mother."

Enraged once again, Ni Jianxin didn't want to think about it anymore. He raised his fist and rushed forward to continue the fight.

Everyone in the audience stared wide-eyed, thinking that Lin Feng was doomed this time. He had just been punched and sent flying two meters away, yet he still dared to shout. Did he have masochistic tendencies?

Just as the fist was about to reach Lin Feng's face, he made his move.

His right hand shot out like a snake, grabbing Ni Jianxin's wrist. Then, with both hands working together, he twisted it five or six times in total, one, two, three times...

"Crack, crack..." The sound of bones breaking was clearly audible, as if someone were snapping handfuls of dry firewood at the same time.

Ni Jianxin's right arm was twisted into a pretzel from shoulder to wrist, with muscles and blood vessels ruptured, skin torn open, and bones shattered like ice shards.

Blood gushed from the wound, flowing down his forearm and dripping onto the white floor tiles of the Gucci store, spreading out in a patch.

Before Ni Jianxin could even feel the pain, Lin Feng had already grabbed his other arm and, using the same technique, circled it five or six times.

The sounds of flesh tearing and bones cracking mingled together, like an old piece of furniture being dismantled.

Ni Jianxin's screams finally erupted, a sound no human could make—hoarse and distorted, as if his vocal cords had been torn apart before reaching their limit.

He collapsed to his knees, his arms hanging limply at his sides like two twisted tubing, completely deformed. Blood gushed out, spreading in all directions.

Lin Feng didn't stop. He stretched out two fingers and poked them into Ni Jianxin's eyes.

With a "plop," blood spurted from his eye socket.

He hooked his finger inside, then pulled hard, gouging out both eyeballs alive.

They were connected to several tiny nerves and blood vessels, and dangled between his fingers, swaying twice.

This bloody and cruel scene stimulated the nerves of everyone present, and screams rose and fell.

Some people turned and ran, some squatted on the ground and retched, and several sales assistants huddled behind the bar, afraid to show their faces.

Ni Jianxin fell straight down, his head hitting the floor tiles with a dull thud.

He had already passed out, with two dark holes around his eyes from which blood was gushing out.

Lin Feng didn't stop. He stepped forward and stomped on each of Ni Jianxin's ankles.

"Bang...bang..." Two sounds.

The force of those two kicks was so great that Lin Feng shattered the tiles on the ground. It's easy to imagine what happened to Ni Jianxin's ankle, since Lin Feng was aiming to have it amputated.

Ni Jianxin opened his eyes the moment he was stepped on, but only let out a short whimper before fainting again.

His ankle was deformed, with the bone protruding from under the skin.

Lin Feng looked down at the soles of his shoes. There were bits of broken tile and blood on the edges of the soles. He lifted his foot and rubbed it.

The customers had all left, leaving only a few sales assistants squatting behind the counter. Wang Qian and Tian Jing were slumped on the ground.

Ni Jianxin's girlfriend also slumped against the wall, her hand covering her mouth, her eyes fixed on the two eyeballs on the ground, unable to make a sound.

Lin Feng didn't look at her. He took out his phone, found Wang Changhai's number, and dialed it.

Xidan is only two kilometers away from the Fuyoujie Police Station, which is within their jurisdiction.

The phone rang twice before being answered. Wang Changhai's voice was polite, "Detective Lin, what can I do for you?"

Lin Feng said calmly, "Chief Wang, I'm at the Gucci store in Xidan. Someone was harassing my girlfriend. After I showed him my ID, he hit me. I continued to talk to him and warn him, but he attacked me a second time. I've subdued him now. Send someone over and call an ambulance. He was badly beaten, so I won't go to the station. Just take my statement here at the store. There are security cameras and witnesses here."

Wang Changhai didn't hesitate, "Okay, I'll lead the team there myself."

Lin Feng hung up the phone, put it back in his pocket, walked over to Ni Jianxin's girlfriend, squatted down, and said calmly, "If you don't want to end up like him, you'd better leave Beijing and cut off all contact with him. Otherwise, you know the consequences, right?"

The woman nodded repeatedly, struggled to her feet, and, supporting herself against the wall, slowly made her way out of the shop.

Lin Feng then walked over to Wang Qian and Tian Jing.

Wang Qian's face was as white as paper, her lips trembled, and she wanted to speak but couldn't make a sound.

Tian Jing grabbed his arm. "Honey, you...you were too impulsive! He...he's not dead, is he? What...what do we do?"

Lin Feng patted her shoulder. "He's not dead, but he'll live a life worse than death. Trust me, it'll be alright. When the police come, just say he harassed you and hit me. You don't need to say anything else; they won't ask any questions."

Tian Jing nodded, but her hands were still trembling.

Lin Feng then looked at Wang Qian, "Auntie, are you scared out of your wits?"

Wang Qian's tears streamed down her cheeks, her voice urgent and trembling, "Lin Feng, you...you run! I'll say I hit you, run, run!"

Lin Feng put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her close. "It's okay, Auntie. Take a deep breath and don't get agitated. When the police come, don't say you're my aunt. Just say you were a witness while we were shopping. Just say the other person harassed you and even hit you. I'll teach you how to say it. Trust me, nothing will happen."

Tian Jing was still a little worried. "But... all the sales assistants and customers saw it."

Lin Feng's lips curled up slightly. "It's okay, the police won't ask them anything. Trust me, it's really nothing."

Looking at Lin Feng's still calm face, Tian Jing felt a strange, indescribable feeling welling up inside her.

The sound of police sirens could be heard in the distance, growing louder as they approached, and finally stopped in front of the Gucci store.