On this rooftop, there happened to be four barrels of gasoline, which were precisely what the hooligans from last night had intended to use for arson.
Mu Feng pointed to the gasoline barrels and said with a faint smile, "Do you remember these?"
"I... I don't remember at all!" He gulped, a sense of foreboding rising in his heart.
"You were just talking to me about arson, and now you're reneging? Those people last night told me that you supplied all this gasoline!"
Mu Feng kicked his knee, and with a crack, his kneecap was immediately shattered into a comminuted fracture.
Qian Kang slumped to the ground, his old face flushing with extreme humiliation.
"I... I was just joking. This was all the idea of our president. Where there's a cause, there's an effect. If you want to find someone, go find him!"
He hurriedly shifted all the blame onto others, washing his hands clean of his own wrongdoing.
Mu Feng sneered, "I will naturally seek him out for his problems, but don't you pretend to be innocent here!"
With that, he directly grabbed a barrel of gasoline and unceremoniously poured it over Qian Kang.
"You... what exactly do you want to do?" Qian Kang trembled in fear.
"What do I want to do? First, take a good look at what kind of person you are, wanting to commit arson?"
"If it weren't for my high level of vigilance, I would probably have been reduced to ashes by now. Who would I go to for justice then?"
Mu Feng unleashed a torrent of angry reprimands upon him.
Qian Kang was thoroughly berated and, terrified, dared not utter a word, only managing to cry out for mercy.
"Do you think it would be better to burn you to death, or for you to jump off the rooftop yourself?" His eyes flashed with a murderous intent.
Qian Kang shivered uncontrollably, "N-neither! I don't want either, I don't want to die, I really don't want to die!"
"That's not up to you. I'll give you one minute to think!" Mu Feng stretched lazily, leaning against the rooftop railing, gazing into the distance.
Seeing this, a malevolent glint immediately appeared on his face.
He scrambled to his feet with a limp, completely disregarding the comminuted fracture in his kneecap, and charged fiercely at Mu Feng, intending to push him off the rooftop.
However, Mu Feng was clearly prepared. He dodged easily, and Qian Kang slammed into the rooftop railing, trembling in pain.
Perhaps due to static electricity generated by the impact, with a crack, he was engulfed in flames, quickly turning into a human torch.
After about five minutes, Qian Kang was completely reduced to ashes.
As a strong gust of wind swept by, the ashes on the ground were all dispersed, vanishing completely, as if he had never existed.
Despite the commotion on the rooftop, no one noticed.
Mu Feng soon returned to the Blue Sky Daily office, walking nonchalantly into the president's office.
At this moment, the unfortunate President Zhou had no idea Mu Feng was still alive. In his mind, the young man had already been burned to death.
He was leisurely sipping tea and reading the newspaper, even contemplating which restaurant to go to for lunch to celebrate.
Suddenly, a knock echoed at the door, and an assistant entered, saying, "President, someone named Mu Feng is here to see you!"
Those two words struck him like a nightmare, and he jolted in fright, exclaiming in disbelief, "What? You said who?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Mu Feng slowly walked in. He pulled out a chair and sat down directly opposite President Zhou.
"I say, President, it's been quite a while since we last met. You look quite relaxed, sipping tea and reading the newspaper!"
President Zhou blurted out in shock, "What? Weren't you already dead? How are you alive?"
"It seems this matter is indeed connected to you. Then you should come out with me too!" Mu Feng's face once again showed a murderous intent.
He didn't intend to let anyone involved in this arson go.
"What do you mean?" President Zhou clutched the armrest tightly.
Mu Feng smiled blandly, "You and that Qian Kang plotted arson to burn me to death. Now he has embarked on the path to the underworld, are you still planning to cling to life?"
"What? You... you killed him?" President Zhou exclaimed incredulously.
Mu Feng scoffed, "What? Is it only permissible for him to try and kill me, but not for me to fight back? What kind of logic is that?"
President Zhou understood that the young man before him was no pushover and could not be easily fooled.
He gritted his teeth, "There's still room for negotiation. I only heard last night that he was going to make a move against you, but it truly wasn't my idea!"
"Is that so? Everything leaves traces. Surely you understand the principle that if you don't want people to know, you shouldn't do it in the first place!" Saying this, Mu Feng extended his hand.
He shook his head, appearing confused, "I... I don't quite understand what you mean!"
"Take out your phone!" Mu Feng commanded.
President Zhou trembled, immediately understanding the implication. Was he planning to check his chat logs?
After all, he had no habit of deleting records, and he had discussed thoroughly with Qian Kang via phone yesterday.
He had even advanced the funds to hire the hooligans, all of which were clearly recorded on his phone.
"This... this is my privacy. Why should I give you my phone?" President Zhou nervously clutched his shirt pocket.
"You have your privacy, and I have my way of doing things. Since that's the case, you'll be burned to death just like him!" Mu Feng smiled innocently.
Thinking of the horrific fate of being burned alive, President Zhou couldn't help but shudder, and he dejectedly produced his phone.
"What's the password!" Mu Feng snapped.
"I... I forgot. I was nervous and forgot. How about you give me the phone, and I'll try to remember the password!" He reached out his hand.
However, Mu Feng directly gripped his wrist and pressed his thumb onto the fingerprint recognition area.
With a click, the phone was unlocked successfully.
Seeing this, President Zhou's heart sank by half. He knew he was in deep trouble this time.
Mu Feng then tapped on a chat log and waved it in front of him, "See here? The money to hire the arsonists was all paid by you. Do you dare to say you had no prior knowledge? And you also said that I must be burned to death, you said that too, right?"
President Zhou collapsed onto the ground, deflated like a punctured balloon, unable to utter a single word.
Faced with irrefutable evidence, his head felt like it was about to explode. How could he dare to quibble further?
"I really couldn't tell. Beneath that refined exterior lurks a beast. Tell me, how do you plan to resolve this?" Mu Feng grabbed him.
President Zhou, with tears in his eyes and utterly terrified, said, "Mr. Mu, as long as you don't kill me, I'll do anything. Don't you need compensation? I can give you the compensation money! I promise I will never oppose you again!"