"Big brother, I am truly just a reporter. The skincare product your company created is too famous, it has become a hot topic across the entire internet."
"Everyone wants to know how your skincare product came to be, and who holds your formula."
"And your company has kept it so secret that no one knows anything. Everyone is discussing it, so I wanted to find a scoop."
As the man spoke, he immediately knelt down towards Mu Feng.
"I truly know I was wrong, I will never dare to do it again. Please spare me this once!"
Mu Feng said with a cold voice, "If you were truly a reporter, you wouldn't have reacted that way the moment I caught you."
"Now you have the chance to answer, but you are using the opportunity I gave you to insult my intelligence."
"Now your chance is gone."
As the man heard him speak, without any hesitation, he got up and ran.
Before he could take two steps, he felt a sharp pain in his back. He was kicked and sent flying.
Mu Feng casually grabbed him. His figure moved like an afterimage, quickly disappearing from his original spot.
People nearby heard the commotion and looked over, but saw nothing. They even wondered if they were hallucinating.
At this moment, Mu Feng had already brought him to a corner of the underground parking lot.
After throwing him onto the ground, he placed a foot on his knee and slowly began to apply pressure.
The excruciating pain that threatened to shatter bone made the man regain his senses and let out a scream.
"Spare me, I won't dare again."
Mu Feng let out a cold laugh and suddenly increased the pressure with his foot.
*Crack!*
The sound of bone breaking made the man scream out in agony.
His piercing screams echoed far, reverberating throughout the underground parking lot.
Mu Feng's voice was calm, "I will not repeat myself. If you think your bones are useless, I can help you break a few more."
Hearing this, extreme fear appeared on the man's face.
His expression became contorted and hideous, and terror continued to spread in his heart.
"Please, don't step on me anymore."
The man pleaded incessantly.
Mu Feng, however, had already placed his foot on his head.
"Your mouth is very hard. I'd like to see if your teeth are as hard as your mouth."
Tooth after tooth broke.
The man could only emit muffled, pained groans.
"I'll tell you..."
A torrent of weeping and pain was heard.
Mu Feng slowly lifted his foot, his voice growing colder, "I hope you don't give me another reason to act, otherwise you might lose your chance to speak again."
The man was now truly terrified. He could clearly feel the overwhelming killing intent emanating from this person.
The feeling was terrifying, like Mount Tai pressing down.
"It's Li..."
The moment he uttered one word, Mu Feng kicked him directly.
He was sent flying five to six meters away.
Mu Feng's gaze then shifted to another corner of the underground parking lot.
The man spat out a mouthful of blood in pain, and his eyes were filled with exasperated rage. "I was about to tell you, why did you still hit me?"
"Do you want to torture me to death?"
"I was only responsible for watching you, I didn't intend to take your life. I was just following orders, not trying to kill you. Why do you want my life?"
His mental state was beginning to crumble.
But just as he finished shouting, he saw Mu Feng point to the ground.
His gaze followed.
When he saw the spot, his pupils contracted sharply.
A knife was embedded in the ground.
And that spot was exactly where he had been lying moments ago.
If Mu Feng hadn't kicked him away, the knife would have likely pierced his heart.
It had even penetrated the concrete floor, let alone his flesh and blood.
At this moment, his whole body trembled uncontrollably.
Even the most foolish person could realize that someone wanted to silence him.
He also followed Mu Feng's gaze and saw a man in black slowly emerging from a corner of the parking lot.
The man in black's face was obscured, his entire face covered.
A knife appeared in his hand again.
The knife, carrying a sharp, cold glint, was thrown by him. The sharp, piercing sound of air cutting through the void instantly rang out.
A cold curve formed on Mu Feng's lips. He said calmly, "You have courage!"
"Playing with throwing knives in front of me!"
The knife, which was rapidly approaching his eyes, was aimed directly at them.
The piercing sound of the air cutting through the void suddenly stopped.
Mu Feng simply extended two fingers and caught the throwing knife.
After examining the knife in his hand, his smile became more pronounced. "The force is not bad, but you haven't fully mastered the essence of throwing knives."
"You're relying solely on kinetic energy, you haven't even scratched the surface."
Upon hearing this, the man in black's face showed a look of anger.
He felt as if this was an insult.
"Think you're strong just because you caught my throwing knife?"
"If you can block this move too, then I..."
However, before he could finish speaking, Mu Feng flicked his wrist slightly.
The throwing knife vanished like lightning.
It reappeared instantly, piercing the man's shoulder and embedding itself in the wall behind him.
The man in black let out a pained grunt, and his face lost all its color.
The knife had been too fast, too fast for him to react.
And in his heart, a storm had already erupted. The knife that flew at him had made no sound; it had appeared without any warning.
"You... How did you do it?"
He was an expert in throwing knives.
He knew that once a throwing knife reached this level of mastery, it was virtually unstoppable.
Moreover, it attacked unexpectedly, giving the opponent no chance to react.
The shock was unparalleled. For those who practiced with hidden weapons, this level of skill was a legend, known but unattainable.
Mu Feng raised his eyebrows and said casually, "Is it very impressive?"
"This is merely scratching the surface."
"A true hidden weapon master, even if they invest something in you, you wouldn't know from which direction they threw it."
"Nonsense!"
The man in black's pupils widened in shock. "No matter what weapon it is, the moment it's thrown, it cannot change direction."
"As long as you can track the trajectory, you can find the person who threw the weapon."
Mu Feng's lips curved into a faint smile. He casually brushed against a nearby load-bearing pillar, and a pebble appeared at his fingertips.
With a gentle flick.
The pebble then flew out silently.