Extraordinary Soldier King in the City
Chapter 126 Wei Hai’s Request

Chapter 126: Chapter 126 Wei Hai’s Request

Lin Mengyao finished speaking and turned to run toward the second floor, not looking back.

Chen Feng stared at Lin Mengyao’s retreating figure, somewhat stunned.

He certainly noticed the hint of loss in Lin Mengyao’s eyes just now, but he didn’t quite understand what it meant.

Could it be that Lin Mengyao had already fallen for him, and was disappointed to hear that he intended to compensate her, rather than genuinely care for the marriage?

It seemed unlikely. She should have disliked him, he thought.

With that thought in mind, Chen Feng shook his head helplessly. Merely thinking on his own here wouldn’t clarify anything; he would have to take it one step at a time in the future.

...

The next morning.

Although it was the weekend, because of his biological clock, Chen Feng got out of bed early.

It was something he couldn’t help. After so many years in the military, rising early had become a habit he couldn’t easily change.

With injuries still on his body, Chen Feng didn’t engage in strenuous exercise. After running a few laps around the neighborhood, he returned to the villa.

Lin Wanqing hadn’t come back last night, and Lin Mengyao was still asleep.

So early in the morning, the villa was a bit deserted.

Chen Feng sat on the living room sofa, staring at the television, his brow furrowed as he pondered last night’s events.

The Night Shura Killer Group had now emerged, the first known enemy Chen Feng knew of.

He was carefully considering how to make this organization pay, to exact a blood debt for past events.

After all, this was a notorious assassin group in the assassin world, not just a ragtag bunch. If he rashly went after them, he might not only fail to get revenge but also risk his life.

Chen Feng pondered and pondered, but he couldn’t come up with any good ideas.

After all, taking on an entire assassin group by himself was indeed a bit too much.

Just as Chen Feng was at his wit’s end, his phone started ringing.

Chen Feng frowned, about to hang up, but then he saw it was Wei Hai calling and answered the phone.

"Hello, Xiaofeng, are you up?" Wei Hai’s voice came through from the other end of the line.

"I’m up. Uncle Wei, calling me so early, is there something you need?" Chen Feng asked, puzzled.

"Xiaofeng, here’s the thing. I’ve noticed Xiaoxiao has been a bit down these past few days. Since it’s the weekend, I wondered if you were free. If you are, could you keep her company?" Wei Hai asked somewhat sheepishly.

"Ah, that’s it?" Chen Feng thought for a moment and then replied, "Alright, I’ll come over right away!"

There was nothing he could do about it; after all, having taken someone’s money, he had to do the work for them.

And since he was indeed free on the weekend, instead of sitting at home in a daze, it was better to do something meaningful.

Helping others was meaningful, and the person in question was a beautiful woman, cough cough!

After hanging up the phone, Chen Feng changed his clothes and headed out directly.

Early in the morning, taxis were scarce.

Chen Feng walked along the roadside outside the community for quite a while without seeing a single one.

Chen Feng felt a bit helpless, it seemed like he needed to find time to buy a car.

With more and more things happening around him, not having a means of transportation was truly inconvenient.

Plus, after getting a car, he could take Liu Feifei out for a drive, and do some "shaking" things in the car, the thought alone was delightful...

With that, Chen Feng continued walking along the sidewalk, and after about ten minutes, he arrived at a breakfast stall.

Calling it a breakfast stall was a stretch, it was just several small tables and a wok for frying dough sticks set up by the roadside, very simple, but very clean.

Sniffing the constantly wafting delicious scent, Chen Feng was actually a bit hungry.

Since there was still plenty of time, Chen Feng walked straight over, ordering a bowl of soymilk and two dough sticks.

The breakfast stall owner was an old man with graying hair, clearly an honest person. Seeing Chen Feng, a new face, he still filled a full bowl of soymilk for him, which was very generous.

Chen Feng smiled and said thanks, then found a table to sit down and started eating.

Gradually, more and more people came to eat breakfast, mostly workers who still had to work on weekends and students who needed extra lessons.

Because they were in a hurry, and because this breakfast stall was clean and economical, they often chose to eat here.

Seeing the business getting better, a happy smile appeared on the old man’s face, which gave him even more incentive to work hard.

Chen Feng quickly polished off the soymilk and dough sticks, wiped his mouth, ready to stand up and pay.

However, just then, three young men approached from not too far away.

The leader was a young man with dyed yellow hair.

The three were flamboyantly dressed, with dyed hair, earrings, and a swaggering demeanor, the typical look of local ruffians.

Casually, they walked up to the breakfast stall.

The old man, frying dough sticks, changed his expression dramatically when he saw the three, and the chopsticks in his hand dropped to the ground out of shock.

"Old man, don’t be scared, we’re just here to collect protection money!"

The yellow-haired leader cracked a smile, slapped the old man on the shoulder, then shamelessly grabbed one of the freshly fried dough sticks and started eating heartily.

Seeing this, the other two ruffians hurried forward, grabbing two dough sticks each and gorging themselves, smacking their lips as if they hadn’t eaten in days.

Even the yellow-haired leader couldn’t stand to watch, turned his head, and glared at the two, cursing, "Fuck, can’t you two act with a bit of decency? Starving ghosts reincarnated or what? We’re here to collect protection money today, not to freeload food and drinks!"

The two, upon hearing this, were so scared that they immediately stopped chewing.

The yellow-haired leader then turned back to the old man, smiled, and said, "Sorry, old man, didn’t mean to make a spectacle."

"No... no problem," the old man quickly shook his head, his voice trembling.

"Well then, let’s talk about the protection money. You haven’t paid this week’s protection fee, have you? It’s time to pay up, right?" the yellow-haired man asked with a sly grin.

"Isn’t it paid monthly? I’ve already paid this month, how come it’s changed to weekly now?" the old man asked, confused.

"Old man, we make the rules. Whatever we say goes, just obey and it’ll be fine. Hurry up and hand over the money," the yellow-haired man said, reaching his hand out in front of the old man.

Although he was still smiling, his eyes were filled with impatience.

"But... but I don’t have any money either. Business is getting harder, I really can’t afford to pay it weekly!" the old man said with a distressed look on his face.

After all, he was just running a breakfast stall. If he had to pay every week, the money he earned from his stall wouldn’t even cover the protection fees.

After hearing the old man’s words, the smile disappeared from the yellow-haired man’s face, and his expression darkened...