F-class thief? Sorry, I can steal anything.

Chapter 12 S-Rank 'Divine Speed', Medical Expenses? A Huge Profit

Li Wei's fist was less than 30 centimeters away from Chen Yifan's nose.

He was caught by Lin Feng.

The gust of wind, mixed with ice shards, made his hair dance wildly.

He himself rolled his eyes and, like a puppet whose strings had been broken by the wind, fell straight backward.

No, not backwards.

It fell limply to the ground at an extremely tricky angle, heading towards Li Wei.

This happened so quickly.

Before Li Wei's anger could fully erupt, it was half extinguished by the absurd scene before him.

His brain went blank on the spot.

I...I didn't hit him!

The ice on my fist hasn't even melted yet!

How did he fall down?

Why are you even throwing it at me?

You're trying to scam me!

Li Wei almost instinctively wanted to withdraw his hand, take a step back, and sever ties.

But he forgot that Lin Feng was still holding his wrist tightly.

In that split second, he had no time to break free.

And so, under the watchful eyes of everyone at the alley entrance, the grand annual spectacle officially began—

A well-dressed B-level genius is about to unleash a punch filled with murderous intent under the "threat" of an F-level trash.

Then, before the fist even landed, that F-rank trash rolled his eyes and, with perfect precision, limply collapsed towards the attacker.

Finally, there was a muffled "bang".

Chen Yifan's forehead slammed solidly into Li Wei's brand-new blue quality breastplate, producing a crisp and pleasant echo.

Immediately afterwards, he slid down Li Wei's body to the ground.

Unconscious.

An eerie silence fell over the entire alleyway.

The two burly men guarding the gate forgot to inhale the cigarettes they were smoking, letting the ash burn onto the filters.

Everyone's expression froze.

Shocked, bewildered, incredulous.

Finally, these emotions converged into a common thought:

My goodness, that's professional!

This staged accident was done with style and skill!

The angle, the force, the timing of the fall—it's textbook perfect!

Li Wei was stunned.

He looked down at his hand, which was still in a punching stance, and then at Chen Yifan at his feet, whose eyes were closed and whose lips even had a "peaceful" smile.

His scalp instantly exploded.

"No...it wasn't me!"

Like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, he screamed and shook off Lin Feng's hand, retreating repeatedly.

"I didn't touch him! He poured it himself! You all saw it!"

The professionals around us looked at each other with eyes full of sympathy, as if to say, "Brother, don't explain anymore, we all understand."

Yes, we saw it.

We saw you swing your fist so hard it flew wide, and ice shards fell all over the ground.

We saw a completely unarmed newbie with two Fs (presumably referring to a specific type of in-game currency) so frightened by you that he fainted on the spot.

With witnesses and physical evidence, what are you trying to deny?

"Brother Wei, this..."

Li Wei's henchmen were also panicked. They were used to bullying others and had never seen anything like this before.

Hitting someone isn't scary; what's scary is collapsing before you even get a chance to hit them.

If this gets out, where will the "First Middle School F4" put their faces?

However, the person who was most panicked at this moment was not Li Wei.

It's Lin Feng.

He stood there, his body stiff, as if his blood had stopped flowing at that moment.

That emptiness, emanating from the depths of his soul as if a piece had been forcibly ripped out, was like the most vicious curse, repeatedly washing over his reason.

He didn't even hear what Li Wei was shouting.

In his world, there was only an unfillable void.

Why?

How could that be?

He couldn't understand why his body was experiencing this sensation for no reason.

His gaze involuntarily fell on Chen Yifan, who was lying on the ground, seemingly unconscious.

An absurd guess, like a venomous snake, coiled around his heart.

Could it be... him?

Did some kind of skill activate? It missed Li Wei, but hit him instead?

wrong.

impossible!

He was just a lowly thief, a notorious good-for-nothing in the whole school!

How could someone possibly have such a skill?

Lin Feng's thoughts were completely in disarray.

Finally, he could only forcefully suppress the panic that was driving him crazy, maintain his usual calm, quickly walk to Chen Yifan's side, squat down, and reach out to check his breath.

"It's still breathing."

His voice was dry, and even he could hear a slight, barely perceptible tremor.

Installed.

He immediately realized that Chen Yifan was faking it.

"What are you all standing there for? Call the enforcement team!"

"He caused trouble in the black gold market and even knocked someone unconscious. This time, the Li family kid has really messed up."

"The rules of the black market are ones that no one dares to break."

"Tsk tsk, to be able to stage an accident like this, you're quite the talent."

The surrounding whispers were like a series of awls piercing Li Wei's ears.

His face turned pale and then red, and he pointed at Chen Yifan, who was pretending to be dead on the ground, trembling with rage:

"Damn it, get up! Get up!"

Just then, deep in the alley, the two door gods who had been watching the show finally moved.

They stubbed out their cigarettes and walked over from the left and right, their tall figures like two walls.

One of the more burly men, with a fiercer appearance, spoke in a tone devoid of any emotion:

"The rules of the black market forbid private fights. This person fell right at our doorstep. Come with us."

His gaze swept over Li Wei, Lin Feng, and Chen Yifan, who lay dead on the ground.

"You guys are all the same."

The jokes are just for fun; it's time to end this.

Li Wei's face instantly turned as pale as his breastplate.

What forces are behind the black market? His father repeatedly warned him never to cause trouble here.

If they take you away, you'll be lucky to escape with your life.

"Brothers, it's a misunderstanding, all a misunderstanding!"

Li Wei instantly put on a smiling face, almost kneeling down.

"I was just joking with him, who knew he was so frail..."

"We only look at the results."

The burly man ignored him completely and bent down to grab Chen Yifan's arm.

It was at this moment that...

"Um……"

Chen Yifan, lying on the ground, let out a weak groan, his eyelids twitched a few times, and he slowly opened his eyes.

His eyes were filled with the confusion and dazedness of someone who had just woken up.

He first looked at the people surrounding him, then his gaze fell on Li Wei's terrified face.

The next second, as if he had been electrocuted, he jerked backward, his face drained of color, and his body trembled like a leaf.

"Ah! Don't hit me! Don't hit me!"

He clutched his head and let out a pig-like scream, his voice filled with extreme fear and helplessness.

"I was wrong! I'll never do it again! Please don't hit me!"

This is the perfect victim's act, this is a heartfelt plea for mercy.

This rendered all of Li Wei's carefully prepared defenses futile.

Look!

Look how scared they are!

It's obvious they're clinging to their position.

The professionals around Li Wei looked at him with a mixture of disdain and pity.

Bro, forget it. You've run into a professional. You're too stupid to clear your name.

"I...I fucking..." Li Wei pointed at Chen Yifan, so angry that he almost fainted on the spot, just like Chen Yifan.

He had never felt so frustrated in his life!

That's enough.

More and more people gathered to watch the spectacle.

The guards of the black gold market have clearly lost patience.

"Throw him out."

Another burly man stepped forward, grabbed Li Wei by the back of his collar like a chick, and dragged him out of the alley.

"Let me go! Do you know who my dad is? My dad is Li...!"

"Ah... I will definitely come back!"

Li Wei's roar and his henchmen's pleas for mercy gradually faded into the distance.

The alleyway was quiet again.

Chen Yifan, the instigator, was still squatting on the ground with his head in his hands, his shoulders trembling, as if he was crying out in fear.

But in reality, the corners of his mouth were uncontrollably turning up in a wild smile.

Won.

Not only was he blessed by Lady Luck, but he also successfully stole an S-level talent.

They escaped unscathed, and incidentally disgusted Li Wei to no end.

Cool!

That was fucking awesome!

The only problem is the severe aftereffects.

He felt as if ten thousand woodpeckers were working on his head at the same time.

It was buzzing.

His mental energy was completely depleted, leaving him with only a pitiful 5 points.

"Are you alright?"

Suddenly a voice rang out above his head.

Is it Lin Feng?

He didn't leave?

Chen Yifan slowly raised his head, his face immediately displaying just the right amount of fear and tear stains, looking as pitiful as could be.

"I...I feel so dizzy, he just hit me..."

His voice had a strong nasal tone.

Lin Feng stared intently at Chen Yifan.

It seems that because of Li Wei's departure, he has returned to his true colors.

He wanted to find even the slightest flaw in that face.

But no.

On that handsome face, there is only the most genuine fear and vulnerability of a person from the bottom of society who has been bullied.

It was so clean, like a blank sheet of paper.

Am I just overthinking things?

coincidence?

Was it all just a coincidence?

But that emptiness in my soul was so real, so painful.

Lin Feng's mind was in complete turmoil.

"He didn't hit you." Lin Feng's voice was cold. "You just fell down and bumped into his breastplate."

"Huh?" Chen Yifan looked bewildered, touched his forehead, and then hissed in shock. "Really? But it hurts so much..."

This stupid and weak appearance slightly reduced Lin Feng's suspicions.

Perhaps it really is just a coincidence.

A piece of trash like him doesn't deserve the ability to strike at the soul.

The unusual feeling just now was probably a chain reaction caused by being too tired recently.

It just so happens that it has just erupted.

Or perhaps they were just bystanders, watching the bullying of the weak, and couldn't stand it, so they intervened slightly.

Yes, that must be it.

Lin Feng forced himself to convince himself.

He took out several hundred-yuan bills from his pocket and threw them in front of Chen Yifan.

"Medical expenses, that's the end of it."

After saying that, he didn't even glance at Chen Yifan again, turned around and left, his figure quickly disappearing into the entrance of the black market.

He was going to a secluded place to get a proper checkup to see what was wrong with his body.

Will there be any long-term effects?

At the alley entrance, only Chen Yifan and a few banknotes scattered on the ground remained.

And there was that fierce-looking guard who hadn't left.

As Chen Yifan watched Lin Feng's departing figure, a cold smile flashed across his eyes.

He slowly got up from the ground, picked up the several hundred yuan, and carefully blew off the dust.

Then, he looked at the guard and gave him a grateful yet somewhat timid smile.

"Thank you for your help, brother. This is a gift to you; I'll buy you some cigarettes."

The guard gave him a cold look, said nothing, and simply gestured with his chin toward the alleyway.

"roll."

Chen Yifan immediately nodded and bowed, then turned and disappeared into the alley.

Today's task completed.

S-rank talent [Divine Speed] acquired.

I also made a few hundred yuan for medical expenses.

This is a huge profit!