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What on earth just happened?

The bullet that was supposed to blow up Shen Feng's head inexplicably slowed down in speed?

And at the end, he just casually caught it in his hand?

Luo Jiande and Luo Zhiyong could no longer remain calm. Could it be that there was something wrong with the gun just now?

Luo Jiande, looking at Shen Feng who was walking towards them, urgently shouted, "What are you standing there for?"

The men in black, awakened by the shout, aimed their dark muzzles at Shen Feng and quickly pulled the triggers.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!——"

Bullets sped towards Shen Feng, and at the same time, Luo Jiande and the others watched him closely. They wanted to believe that what had just happened was an accident, that it was entirely due to a malfunction of the gun.

Unfortunately, the outcome was destined to disappoint them.

Spiritual energy once again emanated from Shen Feng's body, and in an instant, all the bullets that were about to hit him froze in the air around him.

Playing with the bullet he had just caught, he looked at the tattooed man and said, "Oh, I forgot to return the bullet to you."

With a flick of his finger.

A whooshing sound of something piercing the air arose.

The bullet flicked out by Shen Feng was faster than if it had been shot from a gun. The tattooed man had no time to dodge, his face showing a look of terror at the same time.

"Pfft!" resounded.

The bullet went straight into his forehead. His eyes were incredibly wide as his body slowly fell towards the ground.

Shen Feng, his gaze sweeping over the other men in black who had shot at him, said indifferently, "I've never liked owing anything to anyone. We're neither kith nor kin, so I definitely cannot accept your bullets. I'll return them all to you."

At the sight of the bullets floating around Shen Feng, the men in black were already scared witless. Although they carried the weight of many lives on their shoulders and usually showed a ruthless side, sometimes even fearless, everything in front of them now was too eerie. Looking at the tattooed man with the bullet in his forehead, they wanted to run out of the hall.

But it was too late.

Shen Feng swung his arm and the bullets floating around him accurately headed towards the heads of all the men in black.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!——"

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!——"

Not a single man in black could escape. The bullets entered their heads, and they all died on the spot.

Shen Feng's expression remained unchanged as he smiled and said, "That's better. I don't like owing anything. Otherwise, I won't be able to sleep tonight."

Having said this.

He fixed his gaze back on Luo Jiande and Luo Zhiyong.

At this moment, these two men's faces were filled with endless fear. What had happened before them was not an accident but some kind of ability belonging to Shen Feng.

What kind of ability was it? One that could slow down speeding bullets and even suspend them in midair?

Seeing that all the elites at the Luo Family's disposal had died off, Luo Jiande and Luo Zhiyong finally realized what kind of person they had provoked! No wonder Shen Feng dared to come to this meeting; he had absolute confidence in himself!

Shen Feng sat down opposite Luo Jiande and Luo Zhiyong, casually picked up a pair of chopsticks, and said to the stunned Wang Anxiong, "What are you standing there for? Aren't we here for a late-night snack?"

Wang Anxiong hurried over and sat down excitedly, his gaze toward Luo Jiande and Luo Zhiyong filled with a kind of arrogance, as if to say, I told you so.

Standing to the side, Yang Six's throat was so dry it felt like it might start smoking. He felt as though all the strength in his body had been drained away, and his legs began to tremble incessantly.

In his mind, he kept replaying the scene of Shen Feng facing bullets, and at this moment, he finally understood why Wang Anxiong was willing to call Shen Feng "Master."

From beginning to end, Wang Anxiong had not been deceived. Shen Feng was not a street charlatan but a devil with the means of a demon.

Not even afraid of bullets, what would a person with such means have to fear?

Yang Six regretted so much that his guts were turning green. Wang Anxiong didn't need the support of the various major families in Wuzhou; perhaps by just relying on Shen Feng, he could act unbridled throughout the whole world, right?

This had been an opportunity for Yang Six, and he knew that Wang Anxiong had intended to introduce Shen Feng to him, but he had been blind, looking down on this young kid from the first glance.

While Yang Six pondered in his heart.

Luo Mingxuan, who had been lying down, finally came back to his senses. He didn't want to accept what he had seen with his own eyes and kept shaking his head, shouting, "Impossible, this is impossible, it's all an illusion, all an illusion, none of it is real."

"Grandfather, father, hurry and help me kill this bastard. Our Luo Family is the Local Tyrant of Nanming County. Who have we ever feared in Nanming County? We..."

But the crazed Luo Mingxuan's voice abruptly stopped.

All of a sudden, Shen Feng, who had picked up a pair of chopsticks, flicked his finger, and one chopstick shot out towards Luo Mingxuan's neck.

"Pfft!"

The entire chopstick instantly penetrated Luo Mingxuan's throat, creating a through-and-through hole.

His face bore an expression of dying with remaining grievance, his body somewhat stiff, mouth slightly agape, but no longer able to utter another word.

"This isn't a good place for a late-night snack, with stray dogs barking incessantly. I've taken the liberty of killing this stray dog for you; you don't need to thank me too much," said Shen Feng indifferently.

Luo Jiande and Luo Zhiyong, seeing Luo Mingxuan with a chopstick penetrating his throat, had anger they did not dare express. Facing a monster like Shen Feng, they felt like mere bugs that he could squash with a flick of his fingers.

Luo Jiande and Luo Zhiyong's foreheads were covered in cold sweat, their bodies so stiff they didn't dare even twitch, especially when they noticed Shen Feng staring at them, a sudden urge to urinate overcame them, and their bodies involuntarily began to shiver.

"Why aren't you two eating? You're the hosts, and we are the guests. Show a bit of the host's propriety," Shen Feng said offhandedly.

Faced with their own life and death, Luo Jiande and Luo Zhiyong had long forgotten about Luo Mingxuan's death; all they wanted now was to survive.

Looking at this monstrous being in front of them.

Luo Jiande's facial muscles twitched, he tried to pick up a teacup, but he could no longer maintain the composure he had earlier.

With a tremble of his palm.

"Clatter!"

The cup fell to the ground, and he hastily stammered, "Mas—Master, I— I didn't mean to, I—I'm sorry."

"An Xiong, am I frightening?" Shen Feng asked.

Wang Anxiong immediately responded, "Master, you are like an Immortal being, you're not scary at all. An Xiong wishes to follow you for a lifetime and admire you." Continue reading at empire

Wang Anxiong seized the opportunity to flatter him.

Shen Feng nodded and said to Luo Jiande, "Did you hear that? I'm not scary. What are you trembling for? You invited me here for a late-night snack, can't we finish it nicely?"