Chapter 95

On the entire street, almost no one had the same expression; all were stunned by the name Lin Fei, their faces subconsciously showing incomprehensible confusion.

He... could he really be the Lin Fei, the playboy from back then?

Many of these people were born later and had little knowledge of the major events of that time.

"Who is Lin Fei? Is he a famous guy?"

Some people couldn't help but ask.

If it were three years ago, everyone would have known this name, but after five years, it was no different from any other passerby.

"Do you know the big event five years ago? He is that Lin Fei!"

"What? He is the wastrel Lin Fei?"

"Are you sure? Lin Fei was just a good-for-nothing, and Zhang WanSong has the strength of the Seventh Level of Martial Dao. How could he be grabbed like a little chicken?"

"It must be a mistake. I heard that Lin Fei's strength was only at the Third Level of Martial Dao last time."

"You really shouldn't doubt it. I felt familiar just now, and now that Zhang WanSong mentioned it, he does resemble the Lin Fei from five years ago. He must be Lin Fei, there's no mistake."

"This will be interesting. Five years ago, Lin Fei caused unrest throughout Guiyuan City. I wonder what he will be like after five years!"

...

Guiyuan City couldn't keep secrets.

Lin Fei's past "great achievements" were recounted in detail, and many people didn't dare to show their disdain.

This playboy, after five years, returned with considerable strength and immediately defeated a Zhang family disciple, exuding a mysterious aura.

After all, a few days ago, Lin Fei's strength seemed to be only at the Third Level of Martial Dao, but now...

"You guessed right, I am the good-for-nothing Lin Fei you mentioned, but there's no reward for you!"

Lin Fei's face was filled with a mocking smile as he spoke, his words no less than a bombshell.

Zhang WanSong's face turned green and then white. He had been sarcastic about Lin Fei, but in just a few rounds, he ended up in Lin Fei's hands. The Lin Fei he had looked down upon was like a slap in the face, a loud and clear one.

"Lin Fei, do you know what you're doing? Quickly let me down." Zhang WanSong managed to squeeze out a sentence, but he had lost his confidence.

With the strength of the Seventh Level of Martial Dao, he was considered a minor expert in Guiyuan City. But in Lin Fei's hands, he was grabbed like a little chicken, a fish on the chopping board. The difference... anyone but a fool would know what was going on.

Slap, slap, slap, slap.

Zhang WanSong's eyes were wide open, in a daze, blood trickling down the corner of his mouth, staining his clothes red.

He was a disciple of the Zhang family.

A fallen Lin family dared to hit a Zhang family member.

This courage... was truly extraordinary.

...

From the moment Lin Fei acted until now, it was just a blink of an eye.

Everyone was terrified by Lin Fei's fierce expression.

The Zhang family was at the height of its power in Guiyuan City, and almost no one dared to offend them. But now, the playboy Lin Fei, upon returning to Guiyuan City, immediately beat up a Zhang family member.

This impulsive act was truly worthy of the troublemaker Lin Fei from back then, just as he was, unchanged.

Many people secretly drew a deep breath.

For the moment, no one dared to do anything to Lin Fei. On the contrary, many old acquaintances knew Lin Fei's character. He was just as fierce back then, and now that he had returned to Guiyuan City, he would definitely be the same.

"You... you..."

Lin Fei slapped him again, and under the effect of mystic energy, Zhang WanSong's face was already swollen like a pig's head, unrecognizable.

"Don't talk to me. You, a mere minor disciple, dare to cause trouble here? You're really out of your mind." Lin Fei said sternly, "Fortunately, I'm in a good mood today, but you, a minor disciple, dared to cause trouble. You should leave something behind to remember this by."

"No..."

Zhang WanSong felt a sense of foreboding and tried to stop him.

Lin Fei originally didn't plan to act, but thinking of the ambush on the way, he finally came up with a plan.

Muddying the waters.

Thus, everyone witnessed a shocking scene.

The third young master of the Lin family actually grabbed Zhang WanSong's left arm and tore it off, and a cry of pain and suffering echoed in the air.

Zhang WanSong's left arm was torn off by Lin Fei.

For a martial artist, losing a left arm was equivalent to being truly crippled, with no future achievements.

Lin Fei's method was extremely cruel.

"Bang!"

Zhang WanSong was thrown out, his blood staining the blue stone.

"You can leave now."

Zhang WanSong's face was pale, his veins bulging, wishing he could fight back immediately. He knew his future was ruined, and the only thing he could do now was to go back for reinforcements.

There was no other way!

...

Zhang WanSong came with a fierce momentum but returned with a mangled arm.

No one could believe it.

Lin Fei was so cruel, daring to cripple Zhang WanSong's left arm in front of everyone, effectively ruining the future of a Seventh Level of Martial Dao minor expert.

This was clearly a slap in the face to the Zhang family.

In the past five years, such provocative and harmful acts had never happened.

"What are you looking at? All of you, scram!"

Lin Fei glared, looking around, subtly releasing his killing aura. Those people couldn't meet his gaze. With a fierce guy from the Lin family, they didn't dare to stay.

In a short time, the originally gathered crowd disappeared without a trace. Even those who were watching did so secretly, fearing trouble after such a big incident.

After turning around, Lin Fei saw his second brother, whom he hadn't seen for five years.

At this moment, his second brother was in extreme shock, his face showing surprise, confusion, happiness... and mostly disbelief.

"Second Brother, it's been a long time."

When Lin Feng heard these words, he finally came to his senses from the shock.

"Are you really the third brother?"

After five years, Lin Feng still recognized the familiar face of his third brother, but he never expected that Lin Fei, his third brother, had become even more temperamental.

Back then, he dared to make a move on the city lord's daughter, and now, five years later, he dared to cripple a Zhang family disciple in front of everyone.

The change was too great.

Lin Fei smiled, "Genuine and authentic, no cheating."

"Third Brother!"

"Second Brother!"

After a moment's pause, the two embraced.

Of course, it wasn't Lin Fei who initiated it, but his second brother, Lin Feng.

Lin Fei broke out in a cold sweat, barely managing to squeeze out. He wasn't into that, and he couldn't understand why the Xuantian Continent was so fond of the Western way of hugging.