With a bang, the shovel was sent flying through the air, bounced off the ceiling, and landed on the stairs. Jia Dapeng did not see Qin Feng doing this at all. He only felt a shock in his heart, and threw himself back. His nearly 190 jin body heavily hit the door of the apartment opposite Qin Feng’s and sank to the ground.

Qin Feng did not use his fist to attack him. He was afraid that a punch would actually kill the guy. Using the back of his hand, he relied on his strength to send Jia Dapeng flying.

"He looks solid, and his chest has more fat than any woman's."

Qin Feng disdainfully shook his head, "You are such a waste of space. I can you take you one-handed."

Jia Dapeng's hit his head painfully. The couple who lived across from Qin Feng were at work. Otherwise the sound would have made them jump.

He covered his head and curled up on the ground, like a shriveled shrimp. His domineering attitude was gone. He did not think Qin Feng would be so fierce. Sauntering around Tianhe City for so many years, he had never been beaten before. This was the first time.

He used to beat people who were down on the ground. Now lying on the floor, he finally felt the taste of being beaten. It was really painful.

Zhu Fei ran out, looking at Jia Dapeng nervously, and then looking at Qin Feng, "What did you do to him?"

It all happened so fast.

"I taught him a lesson. This kind of idiot will never know his place if he doesn’t get beaten up a few times."

Qin Feng squatted down and looked at Jia Dapeng, who was gradually coming back to his senses. "Why don't I help you up and give you another chance?"

"Who the hell are you? Are you carrying any hidden weapons?"

Jia Dapeng naturally refused to accept it. He supported himself on the ground with one arm, struggling to stand up. He used to go to the special police unit of the Public Security Bureau to train. Although the intensity of his training could not be compared with that of the special police, after practicing fighting for so long, and with his huge body, beating three or four ordinary people shouldn’t have been a problem for him at all.

How could he surrender after just being slapped once?

"Well, you can try again if you’d like." said Qin Feng.

Jia Dapeng suddenly attacked again, his right fist powerfully whizzing through the air. This was his best move. It was personally taught to him by the Tianhe City Special Police’s chief trainer. The key to generating explosive force was to swing from the waist. Using the arm and the waist in unison could magnify the power of a strike. The essence of this move was not in the punch, but in channeling energy through the fist. The purpose was to hit the opponent’s waist. If this punch connected, the opponent would turn on the spot, fall over, and no longer have the ability to fight back.

However, Jia Dapeng had made an improvement to this technique. He did not attack Qin feng’s waist with his fist. Instead, a small knife suddenly appeared in his fingertips. It was extremely sharp, and very strong. If he stabbed the waist, Qin Feng might be instantly paralyzed.

Jia Dapeng's actions wasted no time, fluidly moving to control the enemy.

The moment the blade popped out, his face already wore a smirk. With this one trick, he went to the night market stalls to deliberately look for trouble, and took down one thug after another. It had proved effective every time.

One unlucky man was stabbed in the waist meridian, which paralyzed him. He had to lie in bed for the rest of his life.

But even so, thanks to his father’s influence, Jia Dapeng was only charged with disproportionate self-defense. He ate and drank well in the detention center and was released after a month.

After that incident, Jia Quan was very angry. He was afraid that if the child went on like this, he would end up making a big mistake, and Jia Quan would not be able to protect him. He severely chastised Jia Dapeng all night and set up several iron rules. The first rule was not to fight again, especially with that kind of finishing move.

After that, Jia Dapeng was more restrained. As long as he did not go looking for trouble, no one dared to mess with him. Therefore, these days, he lived comfortably. A gang of lackeys followed him around every day. The girls at his side changed ceaselessly. One day, he met Zhu Fei's best friend, He Yuan, in a bar. He Yuan was a materialistic girl who wanted to approach Jia Dapeng, but he didn’t care much for her. Although she was also quite beautiful, in his eyes, this kind of girl was more of the same; nothing to get excited about. After she got drunk in the bar, she called Zhu Fei and asked her to pick her up. Zhu Fei wore a white dress, which looked fresh and refined in the bar and was as elegant as a white swan. Jia Dapeng was playing cards nearby and fell in love with her at first sight. He approached Zhu Fei with a bottle of Jack Daniels to raise a toast, but Zhu Fei simply ignored him. After that, Jia Dapeng's daily life changed. When he woke up in the morning, he always called Zhu Fei.

The cold knife was inches from Qin Feng’s ribs.

He shrank back his waist. He used his left arm to block Jia Dapeng's right fist, grabbed his wrist with his left hand, and squeezed. There was a crack. The wrist fractured. Jia Dapeng raised his head with a mad cry. The hallway resounded with his wailing as the knife fell to the floor, Qin Feng kicked it up into the air. The knife handle obediently fell into his hand. Jia Dapeng’s crying was cut short as the cold blade was pressed up against his throat.

Jia Dapeng had never been in such a state of crisis. He began trembling, ignoring the pain in his wrists, raising his arms and pulling his head back. "No, no, no!"

"My hands get shaky when I’m angry. I might accidentally cut an artery..."

Qin Feng described, "Just a flick of my wrist, and a column of blood will spew out, splattering over three or five meters. There must be a lot of blood in this big body of yours. I bet you’ll be all dried up in two or three minutes. Then I'll call an ambulance and personally carry you downstairs, but it's worth my life to kill you anyway. What do you say...?"

Qin Feng was just teasing him, but the intention was obvious. Jia Dapeng, who had never suffered a loss before, should go away and not provoke him anymore. Otherwise, he will really do something bad next time.

Sure enough, Jia Dapeng's pupils immediately dilated. He closely followed Qin Feng’s description, expanding upon it in his imagination. This kind of child, who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, generally cherished his life very much. His family would feel heartache for even the smallest hurt. Even putting a Band-Aid on a scratch meant going to the hospital to get an expert diagnosis to see if there would be any lasting side-effects.

"No, no, no, Brother! Let’s make a deal! Let me go and I will never bother you again."

Jia Dapeng had his temperament and stubbornness, but only when he had the upper hand and could control everything. Being abused like this, he knew he had to act soft and harmless.