Mu Feng smiled faintly and said, "You've changed a lot. If I didn't look closely on the street, I might not recognize you."
"I really didn't expect that after crippling that person back then, you would become like this."
Speaking the truth, he slowly shook his head. "I can't be bothered to waste any more time on you, and seeing you makes me feel sick. Now, tell me directly who is behind this, and I might give you a chance. Otherwise, your fate will be even worse than Zhang Boxuan's."
If anyone else had said this, Feng Jiajun might not have taken it seriously.
But the one speaking was Mu Feng. He had observed Mu Feng for a long time. Whatever Mu Feng said, he always followed through.
At this moment, he involuntarily took a few steps back, the hairs on his back standing on end.
He tried his best to put on a pleasing expression on his face, but his smile looked more like a grimace than a laugh. He looked at the colorful state of Zhang Boxuan on the ground and struggled to say, "This really has nothing to do with me. I don't know him..."
"It's not that I don't know him at all. I've met him a few times before. This guy and I are barely acquainted, and that's all there is to it. We've exchanged greetings, but we're not friends. I just know his name."
"I don't know why you've brought him to me, but I can swear to the heavens that I'm not close to him, really. If I'm lying to you, may I die a horrible death."
Hearing this, Mu Feng's eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze filled with a chilling killing intent.
"Besides yourself, there should be someone else in this room. He's preparing to escape through the window."
"I won't give you that chance. Even if he jumps out the window himself, he will be caught and brought back. I've given you an opportunity, and I hope you cherish it. After all, the way you've turned out, I truly don't want to lay a hand on you, or it would just dirty my own hands."
Hearing this, Feng Jiajun felt a slight sense of relief. He deliberately put on a charming and affected demeanor.
"Mu Feng, how could I possibly lie to you?"
"You've already taught me a profound lesson, and I've realized how excessive my past actions were."
"Since that time, I haven't dared to appear before you again, nor have I dared to have any improper thoughts about you. And I already told you before, I really don't know this guy..."
Before he could finish his words, Mu Feng kicked him.
Feng Jiajun's deliberate display of charming affectation truly disgusted Mu Feng, who couldn't be bothered to say another word.
The kick was delivered with full force, sending Feng Jiajun flying backward. A distinct shoe sole mark appeared on his face.
As he landed on the ground, his wig fell to the side, and his blood-stained face no longer showed any trace of makeup. However, his clothes were still as striking as ever, making one cringe at the sight.
Mu Feng walked in and scanned the room with his eyes, a cold arc forming at the corner of his lips.
"I know you might not believe me. Although he's already escaped through the window, he'll be brought back in at most a minute."
"Now, I can't be bothered to extract any useful information from you. When he's brought back, I'll question him slowly. As for you, go keep Zhang Boxuan company!"
As his voice fell, he flicked out a silver needle from his hand.
More than a dozen silver needles pierced Feng Jiajun's body without reservation.
In that instant, he felt as if countless ants were gnawing at him all over his body. An extreme pain caused him to involuntarily open his mouth, but no sound came out.
Fear and pain struck him simultaneously. He wanted to speak but found himself mute. His eyes pleaded with Mu Feng.
Mu Feng said faintly, "This is just the beginning. The pain will only intensify until you die. You should know what you've done."
"Do you still not understand why I've come after you?"
"Zhang Boxuan has already arrived, and you still want to play stubborn? I'm too lazy to ask you for any useful information. After all, you're just a puppet being used by someone else. I suspect you were also tricked into becoming like this."
"There's also an element of your own willingness in this. I noticed you from the beginning, but I didn't take you seriously. In my eyes, you're just a minor character who can't stir up any trouble. However, if you can draw out a few people behind the scenes, it's of some use to me."
Pain flickered across Feng Jiajun's face. He tried desperately to retort and explain, but he couldn't utter a single word.
Mu Feng lit a cigarette, its tip flickering in the room.
In less than a minute, footsteps sounded outside the room.
Soon, a knock echoed.
"Enter!"
Hearing Mu Feng's voice, the door was pushed open. Two men in black entered, dragging a man who looked to be in his forties.
The man was unceremoniously thrown to the ground.
One of the men in black reported directly, "Young Master, this fellow just jumped from upstairs, but we caught him red-handed."
"He might be one of the accomplices."
Mu Feng nodded and smiled, "Good, you two go outside and keep watch!"
The two quickly retreated from the room, closing the door behind them.
Mu Feng's smile widened. He walked over and stepped directly on the man's fingers, his gaze filled with amusement.
"Stop pretending. I know you were awake earlier. They didn't completely knock you out. You're at least a martial artist, and your life force isn't that fragile."
"I might have already guessed who is behind you. Stop pretending and confess honestly."
Hearing this, the person lying on the ground remained motionless, as if he had completely fainted.
Mu Feng's strength suddenly increased.
The finger trapped under his foot let out a sound of cracking bone.
With all ten fingers connected, the crushing bones caused excruciating pain that the man could no longer endure. He suddenly opened his eyes, and a pained scream escaped his lips.
Mu Feng's lips curled into a slight sneer. "Not pretending anymore?"