Zhuang Wei left.
He returned disappointed.
He hadn't expected Chen Feng to spend a 'huge sum' of two million to buy that bottle of wine, not to resell it overseas at an auction for a profit, but to come back and drink it all by himself.
To ordinary people, this kind of behavior was a waste of money.
Since that bottle of wine was gone, he had to find another way.
Five auction items were sold that day at the wine party, so now he could only stake out the other three bosses.
After Chen Feng saw Zhuang Wei off, he returned to his room and pondered silently.
He didn't tell the truth.
Mainly, ordinary people couldn't understand matters concerning the Outer Eight Sects.
It would be unclear explaining it to them.
So, he simply concealed it.
Someone wanted to get their hands on the Outer Eight Sects' token; if they didn't succeed once, they would definitely try again.
He would deal with it when he encountered it again.
Although he didn't yet possess the miraculous martial arts seen in TV shows and movies, he wasn't completely defenseless.
Whether it was a gang boss or a police officer, or even a spy or an assassin, every role had a certain degree of self-defense capability.
Chen Feng wasn't afraid at all.
If anyone dared to reach out again, then they shouldn't blame him for being impolite.
...
Time flew by.
The police were intensively investigating clues related to Luo Deyong's murder case.
The variety show "What is an Actor" was not affected by the murder and continued with its final battle.
So, after a peaceful night.
The next day.
The final battle officially began.
During prime time in the evening, the national finals were broadcast live across the entire network.
The champions from the ten sub-divisions gathered at the Jiangnan Television Station Building.
The first stage of the finals.
Ten into five.
Random drawing would determine two-on-two matchups.
...
At 7:40 PM.
Backstage at the studio, all staff members were busily making final preparations.
At this moment, the live broadcast venue was already packed.
Even many leaders from Jiangnan City had come.
Backstage.
Chen Feng, who had just finished his makeup, walked out of the dressing room and, guided by a staff member, prepared to head to the Actor Cabin.
Passing through a narrow, crowded corridor, various staff members were moving back and forth.
As he walked, Chen Feng unexpectedly noticed someone rushing towards him from the opposite direction, glancing at him twice.
Their eyes met briefly before looking away.
That feeling was a bit furtive.
Chen Feng's heart stirred.
He instantly entered the Police Officer role and activated his 'Fire Eyes' skill.
Fake wig, fake beard, poison hidden in braces, surgical blade, rope saw, tweezers, filed fingerprints, magnet, metal wire, jacket with hidden compartments, Qiankun Bag, blade hidden in shoe sole...
Various labels appeared before his eyes.
Thief?
Not an ordinary thief.
With a Qiankun Bag in hand and knowledge of hiding blades in shoe soles, this person was a descendant of the ancient Little Thief Gate.
He was a true master thief.
Seeing that the person had already walked in front of him, Chen Feng switched roles again, embodying the identity of a Dao Sect inheritor.
The two passed each other.
Suddenly, Chen Feng's right hand inexplicably grabbed a wrist, then forcefully twisted it: "What are you doing?"
The man with the small beard was horrified to realize that his hand had actually been grabbed by the other party, which was simply unbelievable.
Could an ordinary person detect his technique?
Wasn't this just absurd?
Moreover, the other party's strength was incredibly immense.
The man with the small beard's wrist was twisted, and he let out an involuntary scream, directly squatting on the ground and wailing loudly: "It hurts, it hurts, let go, let me go."
The surroundings immediately became chaotic.
People squeezed in the corridor, confused, retreated in fear.
The corridor was already crowded, and now it was even more so; people outside heard the noise and wanted to rush in, while people inside were scared by the wailing and wanted to squeeze out.
For a moment, it was chaotic both front and back.
The man with the small beard endured the severe pain in his wrist, and seeing Chen Feng's terrifyingly sharp gaze, he suddenly kicked towards his face.
A cold light flashed from the tip of his shoe.
The shoe blade came out.
In such close-range attack, especially when it was unexpected, most people would be hit.
Once free, the man with the small beard was confident he could quickly escape through the crowded people on both sides.
But!
An unexpected event occurred.
When his shoe blade barely reached the other party's face, he saw Chen Feng, still gripping the wrist, suddenly twist and turn, and a huge tearing pain emanated from his forearm.
The man with the small beard let out a strange cry of 'ow' in pain, his body involuntarily twisted, and he fell face down, his attacking kick also dissolving.
Chen Feng's expression was grim.
He forcefully pressed his knee directly onto the back of the man with the small beard's neck, quickly adopting the Assassin role, a fierce killing intent flashing in his eyes.
Then, he reached out and grabbed his neck.
He squeezed hard.
The man with the small beard didn't even make a sound, his vision went black, and he directly fainted.
Soon, the program crew's security personnel squeezed in.
Unrelated people were finally driven out.
Outside.
To ensure the normal operation of the live broadcast, many staff members were working hard to maintain order, so the out-of-control situation was quickly brought under control.
Several people walked over in a hurry.
The one leading them was Yang Jiancheng, the chief director and head of the "What is an Actor" variety show.
He rushed over in surprise, looking at Chen Feng and exclaiming, "What happened here?"
Chen Feng slowly stood up and glanced back at him.
Because he hadn't yet exited the Assassin role, his gaze was cold and vicious, as if devoid of humanity, making Yang Jiancheng shiver involuntarily.
Oh my goodness.
Why is this young man's gaze so terrifying?
But in an instant, Chen Feng's state changed, his eyes became warm and clear, and he let out a sigh, speaking softly: "Director, this person... attacked me. Call the police immediately, and remember to have Zhuang Wei come over."
Yang Jiancheng: "..."
What?
Call the police?
Someone attacked you?
Yang Jiancheng didn't react for a moment.
With the live broadcast about to start, such an unrelated incident suddenly occurring left him somewhat bewildered.
But Ning Jia, who was behind him, reacted quickly.
She immediately called the police.
At the same time, she notified Zhuang Wei, the police officer who had previously handled the Actor Cabin incident.
After Ning Jia finished her call, Yang Jiancheng finally regained his composure and looked at Chen Feng, asking doubtfully: "How do you know he attacked you?"
"See for yourself."
Chen Feng kicked the man with the small beard's shoe with his foot.
The blade at the tip of the shoe was a cold, eerie blue.
It was striking.
Then, Chen Feng casually pulled off the man with the small beard's wig and the fake beard stuck to his face, asking in a low voice: "Does anyone recognize him? Is he one of our staff?"
Everyone nearby shook their heads blankly.
They didn't recognize him at all.
Yang Jiancheng instinctively felt overwhelmed.
If something happened at this critical moment, would the show still be able to continue later?
This was the final battle, which had been prepared for several months.
If it was delayed, how much money would be lost?
Sweat trickled down Yang Jiancheng's forehead.
Chen Feng glanced at him and said calmly: "Director, don't worry, when the police arrive later, I'll go and deal with them alone. Maintain order backstage, have everyone return to their posts, and the live broadcast will start as normal. I'll be back before the grouping."
After speaking, he reached out and directly lifted the man from the ground, walking step by step towards the back.
A path immediately opened up in the corridor.
Everyone watched him.
A strange feeling arose in their hearts.
This young man was too calm.
Calmer than the chief director.
Handsome!
