There must be something wrong with me

The next day.

The weather was somewhat gloomy.

Zhang Feng put on his loose training clothes, opened the rolling door, and looked at the few pedestrians on the street.

"Boss Zhang!"

"Brother Zhang!"

"Oh! Brother Zhang, you’re up early!"

The neighbors passing by the door greeted Zhang Feng, attracting the attention of some pedestrians.

"Good morning." Zhang Feng nodded to the neighbors and said, "Old Hang, Big Wu, have you eaten? I made some buns this morning."

"Thank you, Brother Zhang!" They chuckled and just expressed their thanks, not going over to take some.

Because a few black cars were driving up from the distance.

They recognized the familiar license plates that appeared a few times each month and knew it was Mantis Finch and Big Uncle coming.

"Brother Zhang, we’re off to open up!"

Seeing that Boss Zhang had business to attend to, they laughed heartily, exchanged a few words, and walked off.

Whoosh—

At the same time, a brand-new car drove up from another street corner, quickly stopping at the restaurant entrance.

"Boss!" Ah Hang was also in a rush, making it just on time.

"Stay at home and guard." Zhang Feng instructed, then looked at Mantis Finch who had just gotten out of the car a short distance away.

"No need to turn off the car, let’s go."

...

One hour later.

Qin Bang Grand Hotel, top floor, outside the hall.

Zhang Feng strode over, accompanied by Mantis Finch and Big Uncle.

"Hello..."

The person at the door checked to prevent anyone from bringing guns in.

Moreover, the underlings couldn’t enter the hall and could only stand guard outside.

After the check, the gatekeeper opened the door.

Zhang Feng walked in and saw that the hall had quite a few tables, chairs, and red wine, making it look like a high-end night banquet.

This was the Qin Bang’s meeting style, they liked to keep up with the trends.

However, those like Big Uncle from the walled city and other leaders preferred holding meetings in old houses with stools.

And at this moment.

About half of Xiangjiang’s big bosses were in the hall.

They were drinking red wine, chatting with familiar people, waiting for the meeting to start.

"Uncle’s here!"

"Mantis!"

"Oh! Chef Zhang!"

The few bosses near the door greeted consecutively upon seeing Zhang Feng and the others come in.

"Hello, everyone." Zhang Feng had only seen them a few times and after exchanging a few pleasantries, he turned to Mantis Finch beside him,

"Has the Left Guardian arrived? Who is he?"

Zhang Feng didn’t recognize him because before the leader of He Xing Bang died, the Left and Right Guardians were not qualified to enter.

Of course, in terms of gang strength, they were sufficient.

Because the Left and Right Guardians, although seeming like ’underlings,’ each actually controlled several streets, more than some district leaders.

However, rules were rules, and they still had to follow them since they hadn’t reached the level of creating ’new rules.’

"The Left Guardian is over there."

Mantis Finch pointed to someone inside in response to Zhang Feng’s query,

"That person over there, he’s the Left Guardian."

"Mm." Zhang Feng followed the direction pointed by Mantis Finch and saw the Left Guardian, looking successful, in his forties.

Beside him stood a young man around thirty.

The young man appeared ordinary but his gaze occasionally assessed the vicinity, carrying a look of constant vigilance.

Similarly, as Zhang Feng and others arrived, he also noticed them here.

’He’s Chef Zhang?’ Throwing Knife raised his eyebrows, unfamiliar with Zhang Feng’s appearance, ’I clearly don’t know this fat chef, why does this fat chef want to kill me?’

He was very puzzled.

But thinking that he had killed many people, maybe he had offended Chef Zhang somewhere.

So very soon, he reconciled with it.

"Throwing Knife." The Left Guardian nearby also noticed Zhang Feng and the others arriving and said to Throwing Knife, "They’re here, I’ll mediate for you.

See if you have offended Chef Zhang, and simply apologize to him."

The Left Guardian’s words were quite confident.

Because he was also a notable figure in Xiangjiang, the bosses would give him face.

Moreover, in his view, Chef Zhang was merely a small leader from West Street.

In terms of strength, the Left Guardian had three such small district leaders under him.

’If it weren’t for Big Uncle and Mantis Finch siding with Chef Zhang, who would care about this fat chef.’

The Left Guardian inwardly despised Zhang Feng, but still prepared to approach him with a smiling face.

’This Chef Zhang walks without any technique.’ Throwing Knife scrutinized Zhang Feng as he followed the Left Guardian,

’At first, when they said he wanted my life, I thought he was some kind of fierce person.’

Throwing Knife looked more and wanted to laugh, ’If I had known earlier he was such a person, I would have dealt with him directly. This way, I wouldn’t have to embarrass myself with an apology today.’

Throwing Knife felt regret as he watched, but it was already too late, he couldn’t disregard the Left Guardian’s mediation to hold face.

Meanwhile.

Zhang Feng saw them approaching, and also gradually focused his strength to walk toward them.

"Brother Zhang!" Mantis Finch and Big Uncle followed without thinking.

The distance slowly closed.

About fifteen meters apart.

"Uncle! Mantis!" The Left Guardian looked afar and spoke first with a smile: "Today I’m helping a little brother with an issue."

He said this, then looked at Zhang Feng who kept walking, "You..."

Whoosh!

At twelve meters, Zhang Feng suddenly exerted force, and like a black bear, heavily stomped the ground, charging toward Throwing Knife behind the Left Guardian!

Since he said yesterday in front of two friends that he would kill, he had to act decisively, demonstrating a swift and fierce approach.

’Did the ground just shake a bit?’

People around also felt a slight ground shake at this moment, then saw Zhang Feng running in the scene.

The shake occurred beneath Zhang Feng’s feet.

"Is this a normal person?" Throwing Knife saw Zhang Feng’s non-human presence and didn’t dare directly confront, instead, he immediately reached for his waist, intending to swing hard.

Zhang Feng instinctively dodged and understood why he was called ’Throwing Knife.’

It turns out he could use hidden weapons.

But, where were Throwing Knife’s hidden weapons?

At the same time, Throwing Knife brushed his waist, waved his hand, and had nothing.

When he entered the venue, his throwing knives were taken by the gatekeeper at the door.

’Darn!’ Throwing Knife cursed silently, turned around, and ran outright.

Because he knew he couldn’t win, and understood with this ’Grandmaster’s’ immense power, no one at the scene could stop it.

Expert hands reveal themselves instantly, knowing whether there is or not.

Throwing Knife was the expert and knew Zhang Feng had transcended the concept of ’expert.’

’How the hell did I offend such a non-human entity? How did he train?’

He didn’t understand, and deeply regretted coming to the venue today.

Moreover, if he knew there were such terrifying figures in Xiangjiang, he would have never come to Xiangjiang.

But he hadn’t run many steps, regretted for a few seconds.

Zhang Feng took two strides forward, caught the clothes on Throwing Knife’s back, gripping his skin and flesh firmly.

Throwing Knife sensed the tearing feeling from his back skin, his scalp pores immediately blasted open, a tingling feeling he had experienced before.

But then he was facing dozens of gun barrels in a deadly trap, and now it was from an unarmed person.

"Don’t kill me..."

He was just about to say half of it.

Zhang Feng directly grasped Throwing Knife’s body, lifted him up, and hurled him horizontally downward!

Crack!

His head hit the ground, half of his skull broke from the rear.

At that moment, the entire hall fell silent, shocked by Zhang Feng’s monstrous strength.

Including Mantis Finch and Big Uncle, as well as Gangzi, who heard the commotion from the hall and forcibly rushed in, didn’t expect Zhang Feng’s explosion to be of such terrifying momentum.

Calling it tiger hunting seems even understated.

’Is this really a person?’ Gangzi doubted himself again.

Meanwhile.

Zhang Feng stood beside Throwing Knife’s corpse, took a quick breath, then resumed his amiable demeanor, looking at everyone,

"I’ve handled my business, and haven’t delayed much time, the big bosses can continue the meeting."