The male reporter rushed directly into the villa, spreading his arms. "Hold on, did I say you could leave? Immediately lick it clean, or you'll have to bear the consequences yourself!"
Mu Feng was already in a foul mood. After all, the other party was just an ordinary person.
He was not on the same level as Mu Feng, so he had been suppressing his anger and hadn't acted out.
However, what he didn't expect was that this fellow was relentless. It was unbearable.
"What else do you want?" Mu Feng stretched his limbs, his face devoid of any expression.
"Are your ears deaf and you can't hear? I told you to lick the spit off the door clean, didn't you understand?" The male reporter was furious, his voice incredibly piercing and deafening.
Mu Feng chuckled and said, "People like you are truly shameless. You deliberately caused trouble, and then you want to cause trouble for me? Do you really think Mu is easy to bully? Now, please lick the door clean, otherwise, I wouldn't mind giving you a lesson!"
"Pfft, interesting. What kind of person are you to dare to boast in front of me..."
Before he could finish speaking, a resounding slap landed heavily on his face.
With a "swish," a mouthful of blood spurted directly from the male reporter's mouth.
In just a few seconds, half of his cheek had swollen into a pig's head, looking as comical as could be.
This single slap had left him disoriented and stunned for a long time before he finally came to his senses.
His entire body trembled, and he said fiercely, "You, you dare to hit me? I'll fight you!"
"I hit you, so what? Do you have a problem with that?" Mu Feng said dismissively.
Enraged, the male reporter lunged at Mu Feng without hesitation.
But how could he be Mu Feng's opponent? It only took one exchange before a second slap was thrown.
With a "slap," the male reporter's face truly became a pig's head this time. He fell to the ground, directly concussed.
"You, you're finished! I will absolutely make sure you suffer eternal damnation!" Even after being beaten like this, the male reporter continued to threaten and yell.
Mu Feng smiled faintly. "Oh really? I'm quite looking forward to it. However, for now, you should still clean my door properly!"
Before his words could even finish, he directly lifted the male reporter and walked him to the door, pressing him against it.
The surrounding reporters were also terrified. A photographer preparing to turn on his camera was immediately reprimanded by a group of reporters.
After all, it wasn't the time to court disaster. No one wanted to be beaten into a pig's head; it was too miserable.
"Kid, I will definitely not let you off. I am a reporter from the Blue Sky Daily. I can ruin your reputation, do you understand?"
The male reporter, pressed tightly against the ground, was still yelling.
"Mmm, I understand. Now, please lick it clean!" Mu Feng nodded.
"What if I don't lick it? What can you do to me?" The male reporter became unreasonable on the spot.
Mu Feng squatted down and narrowed his eyes. "It seems you don't know my methods. I can be quite ruthless. Although you don't deserve death, it wouldn't be a problem to just cut off a few of your fingers, as they can be reattached at the hospital!"
"Ah? Are you kidding me?" The male reporter's face turned pale with fright. Recalling the rumors of Mu Feng's rampage a few days ago, he couldn't help but shiver uncontrollably.
"Do you think I'm joking with you? I've already prepared this knife!"
Mu Feng took out a sharp dagger, toyed with it for a moment, and then waved it in front of the reporter.
The male reporter, pinned to the ground, was so scared that his teeth chattered. "You, you wouldn't dare!"
"I'll cut off one of yours first, and then you'll know if I dare!" Mu Feng gripped the dagger tightly, as if he were about to make a move.
This time, the male reporter's psychological defenses completely collapsed. He yelled, "No, no! Don't cut my fingers! I'll lick it, I'll lick it, okay?"
"Isn't that better? Why endure so much hardship?" Mu Feng released him.
The male reporter cursed Mu Feng to death in his heart, but he also understood that a wise man doesn't fight when the odds are against him. If he didn't compromise now, he would most likely become disabled.
Helplessly, he gritted his teeth and came forward, reluctantly licking the door clean.
Seeing this, Mu Feng nodded with satisfaction. "Mmm, right, what were you going to say to me? An interview or..."
The male reporter dared not ask for an interview anymore. He snorted coldly and slunk away with his head down.
The other reporters scattered as well, afraid they would suffer the same fate as the male reporter.
When the male reporter returned to his car, he was trembling with anger.
The photographer in the front passenger seat asked with concern, "Brother Qian, are you alright?"
"Heh, how can I be alright? I just suffered such great humiliation, and you didn't even help!" The male reporter grew more and more agitated.
"Brother Qian, how could I dare to help? That person looked fierce and evil, like a cold-blooded creature. If I had gone to help, I would have just been one more unfortunate person!" The photographer's words were filled with distress. He wanted to help but didn't dare!
The male reporter gritted his teeth. "When has Qian Kang ever been treated like this inhumanly? Damn it, I must get rid of that kid!"
The photographer was startled and quickly said, "Ah? This, this won't do, Brother Qian. Haven't you heard? The wealthy Han family from Korea came here a few days ago to challenge Mu Feng, and very few of them survived. If you really anger him, someone will die!"
"It's just a rumor. Only simple-minded people like you would believe it. Can he really have that much ability?"
"Besides, what is the status of the Han family? They are so powerful in Korea that a mere stomp can make the entire country tremble. Are they afraid of him?"
This male reporter, named Qian Kang, waved his hand, completely disbelieving these words. In his opinion, it was just a baseless rumor.
"But we can't confront him head-on. His skills are truly terrifyingly formidable!" The photographer's face was full of apprehension. He didn't believe in getting involved in such trouble.
"Heh, do you need to worry about that? Dealing with him is not too difficult!" Qian Kang's lips curved into a cunning smile.
The next morning, a hurried knocking sound echoed at Mu Feng's doorstep again. An uninvited guest dropped a newspaper and quickly fled.
Mu Feng frowned, but he still opened the door. When he saw the newspaper, he fell into thought.
"That's strange. I haven't subscribed to any newspaper, so why would someone leave one at my door?"
When he saw the newspaper bear the four characters "Blue Sky Daily," he knew there must be something fishy going on.