pjbooks Chapter 15: I'll make you vomit blood.
Chapter 15: I'll make you vomit blood.
"On Saturday at the black market."
"What exactly are you...?"
"What did you do to me?"
Wang Pangzi's burly body stood like a wall, firmly blocking Chen Yifan's path.
Hearing Lin Feng's question.
He didn't understand the situation.
But his instincts told him that the way this guy was looking at his brother was strange, like he wanted to eat him.
"What business is it of yours what my brother does?"
Fatty Wang questioned in a deep, muffled voice.
"Don't think you can bully people just because you're a C-rank. I, Wang Fugui, am not someone to be trifled with!"
However, Lin Feng's gaze did not linger on Fatty Wang at all.
His gaze passed over Fatty Wang's shoulder and was fixed on Chen Yifan's face.
It was a look that mixed madness, confusion, despair, and a hint of morbid longing.
A genius.
He discovered that the most essential thing in his life had been stripped away out of thin air, yet he could not find any enemy.
Not even a trace could be detected.
This helpless madness is enough to crush even the strongest reason into dust.
Answer me.
Lin Feng's voice was hoarse, and every word carried an undeniable obsession.
Chen Yifan's heart was beating unusually steadily.
The perfectly measured look of confusion on his face was quickly replaced by an extreme fear.
Like a startled rabbit, he suddenly shrank back half a step, hiding behind Wang Pangzi's even broader back.
Only half of its head was sticking out.
His eyes were filled with fear of the strong and innocence.
"Hey... what are you saying?"
His voice trembled slightly, as if he were frightened by Lin Feng.
"I...I didn't do anything to you..."
This perfect display of weakness only fueled the anger in Fatty Wang's heart.
"Lin Feng! Are you fucking crazy?!" Fatty Wang roared. "Look how scared you've made him! A grown man, bullying an F-rank? Have you no shame?!"
Lin Feng's chest heaved violently as he stared at Chen Yifan's face, which seemed to say, "I'm so scared, I'm so innocent."
Is it an act?
He's definitely faking it!
How could such a bizarre ability exist in this world?
Silently, it took away what was most important to me.
On the day of the black market, apart from those few arrogant fools who relied on their families' wealth, he was the only one closest to him.
That feeling of emptiness, as if my soul had been ripped out, happened the instant I grabbed Li Wei's wrist and he fell down.
Furthermore, he was a genuine thief.
Can't go wrong.
"you……"
Lin Feng took a step forward, his aura becoming even more violent.
"What do you want to do!"
Fatty Wang also stepped forward to counter, and his talent [Resilient Skin] was automatically activated.
The exposed skin has a hard, keratinous sheen.
"Want to fight? Come on! Today I'll show you what the dignity of a meat shield really means!"
The commotion quickly attracted the attention of nearby students.
"Isn't that Lin Feng? A C-rank Wind Blade Master, how did he end up clashing with Fatty Wang?"
"Take a good look, the one next to Fatty Wang, doesn't that look like Chen Yifan, the Double F War God!"
"Oh! I know, Chen Yifan must have done something, and Lin Feng is acting on behalf of Heaven!"
"I think so. Look at Chen Yifan's cowardly appearance; he's obviously done something wrong."
The whispers buzzed into his ears like flies, and Chen Yifan lowered his head even further.
Even more so, his body was shaking so violently that he looked utterly pitiful.
Lin Feng's rationality was almost burned out at this moment.
He didn't care about the stares of those around him; he just wanted to pry open Chen Yifan's head and see what secrets were hidden inside.
"Chen Yifan".
Lin Feng's voice was terrifyingly low.
"I'll ask you one last time. Did you take my things?"
thing?
What is that?
Fatty Wang was taken aback and turned to look at Chen Yifan:
"Fanzi, what did you take from him?"
Yifan shook his head violently, his eyes turning red at a visible speed.
"I didn't! Fatty, I didn't take anything, I don't even know who he is!"
As he spoke, his emotions seemed to completely spiral out of control, and he shouted loudly to those around him, his voice trembling with tears:
"Classmates, you can all be my witnesses! Although I, Chen Yifan, am not very talented, I never steal or rob! I don't even... pick up money from the ground!"
"I...I would never take someone else's things!"
This incoherent and rambling explanation, filled with the panic and helplessness of the weak, is more persuasive than any eloquence.
The image of a pitiful creature terrified is vividly portrayed.
The surrounding chatter shifted, and the wind began to blow.
Especially the girls.
"Well... it doesn't seem like Chen Yifan's fault, does it? Look, he's almost crying."
"That's so unfair! Just because someone turned to being a thief doesn't mean they can be accused of taking things just because they lost something."
"Isn't Lin Feng going a bit too far? What evidence do he have to interrogate him like this?"
"Exactly, just because they're a C-rank, they think they're so great?"
Lin Feng felt like his lungs were about to explode with anger after hearing these words.
He clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles cracked from the force.
He desperately wanted to rush up to Chen Yifan, grab him by the collar, and interrogate him with the most vicious words.
But he can't.
His greatest secret is his incredible speed.
It is the foundation upon which he establishes himself in this cruel world.
It was his trump card to surpass Su Qingxue and reach the pinnacle.
This secret must never be revealed.
But if he doesn't expose it, he will have no evidence to accuse Chen Yifan.
He was caught in a vicious cycle.
Chen Yifan looked at Lin Feng's face, which was twisted with anger and helplessness, and felt a chill in his heart.
Playing with me?
Still too inexperienced.
Your greatest weakness is that secret that can't be brought to light.
And I happen to be the only one who knew your secret and took it away with my own hands.
You lost this psychological battle from the very beginning.
"Hey, what did you lose?"
Chen Yifan raised his tear-stained face and asked in a cautious yet concerned tone.
"Is it very valuable? If you tell us, we can all help you find it. There's strength in numbers, right?"
This "well-intentioned" reminder was like a poisoned dagger, piercing deep into Lin Feng's heart.
speak out?
What the hell should I say?!
I said I lost a unique S-level talent?
I'll say it.
Who would believe that!
"puff--"
Lin Feng could no longer suppress his anger. He couldn't catch his breath, felt a sweet taste in his throat, and spat out a small mouthful of blood.
An uproar erupted around them.
"Holy crap! Did you spit blood from anger?"
"Lin Feng's mental fortitude is really too weak, isn't it? Getting this angry over a mere F-rank?"
Fatty Wang was also stunned.
He looked at the bloodstains at the corner of Lin Feng's mouth.
Then he looked at Chen Yifan, who was trembling beside him.
I scratched my head, feeling like my brain wasn't quite up to the task.
What's going on?
Why does it feel like... Fanzi is the one who committed the violence?
Just then, an arrogant voice rang out from not far away.
"What's going on? Lin Feng, what did this good-for-nothing do to you?"
The crowd parted automatically to make way, and Li Wei strode over.
Several equally well-equipped followers followed behind him.
His gaze didn't even linger on Chen Yifan, but instead fell directly on Lin Feng, and he frowned.
Lin Feng was one of Li Wei's men.
Now that his man has vomited blood in public, it's Li Wei who's lost face!
When Lin Feng saw Li Wei, his face turned pale and then red, and he forcibly swallowed back the metallic taste that rose to his throat.
He knew he couldn't lose his composure in front of Li Wei again.
"It's nothing."
He took a deep breath and used all his strength to make his voice sound less trembling.
"It was a misunderstanding."
After saying that, he glared at Chen Yifan with resentment, his eyes seeming to say:
Just you wait, I'll peel you apart inch by inch in the dungeon.
Then, he turned around and walked towards Li Wei's group without looking back, like a wounded lone wolf fleeing.
No matter how Li Wei asked.
Lin Feng always said it was a misunderstanding.
Enraged, Li Wei scolded Lin Feng, and the farce came to an end.
The crowd gradually dispersed, but everyone looked at Chen Yifan with a hint of inexplicable awe.
It can drive a C-level genius to the point of vomiting blood.
This F-rank, I'm afraid it has learned some special mental attack ability, right?
"Fanzi, you...you're awesome!"
After holding it in for a long time, Fatty Wang finally gave Chen Yifan a thumbs up, his expression incredibly interesting.
"Your words are harder than my shield!"
Chen Yifan wiped away tears that weren't even there.
He let out a long sigh of relief, patted Fatty Wang on the shoulder, and looked still shaken.
"You scared me to death, Fatty! Thank goodness you were in front, otherwise my legs would have been broken today. Are all geniuses this hot-tempered these days?"
Fatty Wang patted his chest and laughed heartily:
"Don't worry! With me here, nobody will lay a finger on you!"
Chen Yifan smiled and nodded, a fleeting icy glint in his eyes.
Lin Feng...
This is just the beginning.
Soon, four elite students specializing in combat gathered around Li Wei, forming a luxurious "all-star" team.
On the other side, a solitary figure stood alone, seemingly out of place in this noisy world.
Su Qingxue.
She didn't move. As the owner of an S-level talent, she had the qualifications and strength to monopolize experience without needing to team up.
Her gaze unconsciously fell once again on the figure in that corner.
He will be abandoned by everyone.
Who would want an F-level thief?
Was he really scared to tears just now?
For some reason, the absurd scene of that F-level trash being interrogated to the point of "vomiting blood" by the C-level genius lingered in her mind.
What was she thinking?
I felt a strange sense of irritation.