Chen Feng looked up, wiping away the remnants of his brief moment of peace.
Stepping out from the shadows of the main street were three familiar, wretched figures. All of them wore the same filthy, tattered rags of professional beggars.
The man walking in the middle was fat and bald, while the two beside him were completely different in build—one was tall and lanky, and the other was short.
All three wore lewd, unpleasant smiles as they watched Chen Feng eat.
The moment Chen Feng saw them, his expression stiffened.
He recognized them.
These three bastards. They were the root cause of his five-year nightmare in this world.
When he had first arrived and tried to survive by building rudimentary radios and mechanical tools using his engineering knowledge, his business had actually started to take off.
People were interested, and he was making decent money. But these three scumbags—low-ranking informants of the local Beggar Sect—had sniffed out his success.
The Beggar Sect’s members wandered everywhere, gathering useful information from all kinds of people.
Posing as friendly vagrants, they had cozied up to him, tricking him into revealing where he supposedly learned his crafting secrets.
Realizing he had no backing and no martial arts talent, they sold him out to the Black Tiger Gang.
The gang had dragged him away into two years of brutal slave labor, forcing him to mass-produce mechanical goods while keeping him half-starved.
The only "mercy" they showed was clearing his small debts so he wouldn’t be bothered by lenders while working.
That was only because they didn’t want his creditors constantly bothering him while he was working for them.
But even after the Black Tiger Gang had completely exploited Chen Feng and thrown him away, these three still didn’t leave him alone.
They dragged him into the Beggar Sect and forcibly recruited him.
Life there had been even worse.
Chen Feng had barely managed to survive that harsh environment before escaping.
Those three treated him like a servant whenever they needed something and constantly ordered him around.
In this world, these three had caused him more trouble than anyone else.
A surge of volcanic rage boiled in Chen Feng’s chest. For a split second, he wanted nothing more than to tear them to shreds.
But they were Third-Rate Martial Artists. Even though he had recently broken through to the Second-Rate realm, he had zero practical combat experience, and the thought of fighting actual trained thugs made his stomach churn.
Deciding to play it cool, Chen Feng forced an awkward, mask-like smile onto his face. "Ah, brothers. Long time no see."
The fat man walked over and casually draped an arm around Chan Feng’s neck.
"Chen Feng, come with us. We need to talk."
The fat man eyes briefly landed on Su yun, who was still eating her skewers.
The moment Su yun noticed their gazes, her body trembled slightly.
She could immediately tell from their eyes that they weren’t looking at her like normal people.
It was as if they were calculating her value.
Su yun swallowed nervously and slowly stood up, taking a small step backward.
She glanced toward the senior who had just given her the skewers.
He was even more polite than servant.
So, naturally, she assumed these three men must also be martial artists.
But she couldn’t understand why martial artists dressed like beggars were wandering around such a small town.
The fat man ignored her completely and continued dragging Chen Feng toward the alley.
As they walked, he casually shoved his hands into Chen Feng’s pockets.
"Well, well, Chen Feng. Look at you living the high life! You used to survive on a single copper steam-bun, but today you’re buying three-copper meat skewers and treating other people? Hand it over. Where’d you get the cash? Did you build some new engineering toy behind our backs?"
As the bald thug and his lanky lackey began patting down Chen Feng’s pockets, searching for hidden coins, panic flared in Chen Feng’s mind.
He had no coins in his pockets—his real money was safely locked away in the system’s inventory! He just wanted to pull out a couple of copper coins from his inventory, hand them over, and brush them off.
He instinctively tried to push the fat thug away.
Swish!
Before Chen Feng could even blink, his right hand lashed out like a striking eagle’s talon. His fingers slashed directly across the fat bald man’s face!
The fat man froze.
For a moment, he didn’t feel anything.
Then his expression changed.
"Ah...?"
A second later—
"AAAAAAAHHHHH!"
He screamed.
Blood began leaking from the cuts around his eyes, and he stumbled backward while covering his face.
"You—YOU BASTARD! WHAT DID YOU DO?!"
Chen Feng stood there in complete confusion.
What the hell just happened?!
He hadn’t even intended to attack!
He had only wanted to gently shove the guy away and pretend to hand over some coins from his inventory!
Why had his body moved completely on its own, like an autonomous killing machine?
It had to be his newfound martial arts instincts—or the terrifying passive side-effect of the Heavenly Eagle Transformation Technique reacting to a perceived threat!
"How dare you hit our big brother!" the lanky thug roared, his eyes blazing with fury as he threw a vicious, lunging punch straight at Chen Feng’s face.
He threw a punch.
Chen Feng suddenly felt something strange.
A gust of air brushed past him.
His senses instantly picked up the movement of the wind.
He could somehow tell exactly where the man’s fist was going to land. this was a combination of his (Eagle step)+(skyfall strike).
He can read the way of wind.
Without even thinking, Chen Feng shifted sideways.
The man’s fist missed.
Unable to stop his momentum, the lanky thug tripped straight over his own oversized beggar rags, flying forward head-first into a wooden crate stacked with heavy iron tools.
CRACK!
A sharp crunch echoed as the lanky thug collided face-first with the edge of the wooden box, instantly snapping his entire upper row of teeth clean off!
He stared at it.
Silence.
Then he looked at Chen Feng.
His eyes turned bloodshot.
Not because of the pain.
Not because of the humiliation.
But because of something far more important.
MY TEETH!
How am I supposed to impress girls like this?!
He opened his mouth and tried to curse.
"Y-y-you..."
Unfortunately, his missing teeth had transformed his speech into something that sounded like a drunk toddler trying to recite poetry.
Chen Feng blinked.
"...What?"
The man became even angrier.
He charged again.
Chen Feng casually stepped aside.
Tripping over nothing, the lanky thug lost his balance a second time and face-planted straight into an open wooden barrel filled with fermented garbage and sticky waste water.
PLOP!
He emerged coughing and sputtering, his bottom teeth now completely shattered as well.
Blood trickled from his mouth.
He looked around.
Then he noticed a broken piece of glass lying behind him.
It was reflecting his face.
He looked into it.
His all front teeths were missing.
His mouth was covered in blood.
He stared at his reflection.
His reflection stared back.
For a few seconds, neither moved.
Then—
"AHHHHHHH!"
He fainted.
On the other hand.
Chen Feng couldn’t help but wonder.
Should I start a business selling artificial teeth in this world? Back in my world, people could replace their broken or missing teeth with artificial ones. Maybe this business could actually take off here...
His mind had already begun thinking about the money opportunities this could bring.
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