Having been taken by the loiterers to a small, rarely visited alley near the hot pot food court, Zhao Jing stopped in his tracks, turned around, and spoke to Feng Wu.
Hearing Zhao Jing’s words, Feng Wu took a quick look around and confirmed that the alley was indeed deserted.
He had originally planned to take Zhao Jing deeper into the alley to a certain unfinished building, but he abandoned that idea. With a wave of his hand, he signaled his lackeys to stop.
Seeing their boss’s gesture, the lackeys understood immediately. They halted, simultaneously forming a tight circle around Zhao Jing.
“You ready for this, kid?”
Cracking his knuckles and not forgetting Zhao Jing’s earlier arrogant attitude, Feng Wu asked the question with a smirk.
Hearing this, and knowing what was likely coming, Zhao Jing—who had already mentally prepared himself—turned to face Feng Wu, whose power far exceeded his own, and replied seriously.
“Since I dared to come here with you, of course I’m ready.”
At this, Feng Wu let out a light chuckle. “Good. Since you’re ‘ready,’ then be a good boy and kneel down, kowtow to apologize to my man here, and compensate him for his losses today. Otherwise… you know what’ll happen.”
Upon hearing these excessive demands, Zhao Jing replied without a moment’s hesitation.
“Sorry, but I don’t make a habit of apologizing to thieves.”
“Can I take what you just said as a refusal of my demands?” Feng Wu said, his expression turning very unfriendly. He didn’t forget to release the aura of a Two-Star superhuman.
Feeling Feng Wu’s oppressive aura, Zhao Jing’s face paled slightly, but he had no intention of backing down. He still stated firmly,
“That’s right. What I just said was a clear refusal of your unreasonable demands.”
“Fine. If you’d rather bring this on yourself, don’t blame me for what happens next. Have at you!”
Seeing Zhao Jing’s firm refusal, Feng Wu understood that further talk was useless. He gave up trying to persuade Zhao Jing and directly activated his supernatural power, charging at Zhao Jing with a swinging fist.
Watching Feng Wu charge menacingly towards him, fist at the ready, Zhao Jing knew full well he was no match for his opponent. But he wasn’t about to do nothing and just surrender outright.
So, Zhao Jing also activated his own supernatural power and began to exchange blows with Feng Wu.
They went back and forth for over a dozen rounds. Feng Wu, on the offensive, still looked completely at ease. But Zhao Jing, on the defensive, didn’t look so good.
“Is that all you’ve got, kid?” Feng Wu said, slapping apart the air shield around Zhao Jing. With his astonishing strength and impervious body, his tone was full of mockery.
Hearing the taunt, Zhao Jing really wanted to retort. But looking at his own continuously trembling arms, he genuinely didn’t know how.
“Cat got your tongue, kid? I’ve been asking you questions, and you ignore me? Are you scared of me now?”
Hearing Feng Wu’s jeers, Zhao Jing, as a hot-blooded young man, naturally felt furious. He shouted back at Feng Wu,
“I’m not mute, you bastard! Go to hell!”
With that, Zhao Jing stopped passively defending like before and, for the first time, launched an active attack.
Watching Zhao Jing get easily provoked into a rage and attack him, Feng Wu mentally scoffed at his foolishness. Not wanting to waste any more time on him, Feng Wu didn’t hesitate to use another supernatural ability he had gained upon advancing to a Two-Star superhuman.
In the next second, countless metal shavings under his control swiftly emerged from the surrounding environment.
Not giving Zhao Jing any time to react, these shavings, controlled by Feng Wu’s power, quickly formed into a peculiar, giant hand that ensnared Zhao Jing completely.
“Dammit! What is this black stuff?” Zhao Jing thought, struggling desperately against the grip that showed no sign of loosening.
“Stop struggling. That stuff around you is iron shavings I control. With your power level far below mine and only one supernatural ability, it’s absolutely impossible for you to break free.”
“What do you mean, ‘only one ability’? Aren’t superhumans only supposed to have one power?” Hearing Feng Wu’s words, Zhao Jing—who had only recently become a superhuman and had limited knowledge—couldn’t help but look up and ask in confusion.
Hearing this, Feng Wu finally realized he was dealing with a complete novice who had only recently awakened. He let out a derisive laugh.
“So you’re a fresh new superhuman, huh? No wonder you don’t even know how many powers a superhuman can possess, asking such a stupid question.”
He paused briefly, not giving Zhao Jing a chance to speak, and continued, looking at him.
“Alright, enough useless talk. Since you seem to have some backbone, I’ll ask you one more time. Are you willing to accept the terms I laid out earlier? If you do, I’ll let you off the hook today.”
“Pah! In your dreams! I will absolutely never accept your demands,” Zhao Jing stated resolutely, looking straight at Feng Wu.
Hearing this, Feng Wu didn’t say much more. Staring coldly at Zhao Jing, he said,
“Fine. Since you refuse my offer, I’ll just have to use some persuasion. You two, bring me the things I asked for.”
Following their boss’s order, two lackeys who also possessed supernatural abilities quickly acknowledged the command.
A short while later, they returned carrying two buckets filled with a substance that emitted a powerfully pungent odor—the ‘Wheel of Reincarnation’s’ byproduct.
Looking at the two buckets of waste not far from him, Zhao Jing’s face immediately contorted into a grimace. He then asked Feng Wu,
“Why did you have your lackeys bring those two buckets over here?”
Feng Wu, who had already put some distance between himself and the buckets, smiled and replied,
“To deliver on the promise I made earlier, of course.”