Chapter Sixty-One: Every Wrong Has Its Origin, Every Debt Its Master

In terms of reflexes, Brother Kai’s reaction was exceptionally swift—the kind of movement made in a split second that an ordinary person couldn’t even hope to manage. But his opponent was Chen Feng! He had assimilated Chen Zhen’s fighting skills. While Chen Feng himself lacked combat experience, Chen Zhen was a different story—his experience in fighting was extraordinarily rich, and, moreover, Jeet Kune Do itself was a style forged in real combat.

Brother Kai had barely made a move when Chen Feng instantly predicted his next action. Before Kai’s fist could reach Chen Feng’s temple, Chen Feng dropped his body low, and the punch merely grazed the top of his hair, not causing him the slightest harm.

A missed punch!

Brother Kai froze in surprise, but before he could recover, a sudden and intense pain shot up from his ankle. The moment Chen Feng ducked, his right foot lashed out like lightning, smashing squarely into Brother Kai’s ankle. With a crisp crack, the joint was broken by Chen Feng’s kick.

A howl of agony burst from Brother Kai’s mouth, but the searing pain only seemed to fuel his ferocity. He lunged forward, arms wide, trying to catch Chen Feng in a deadly embrace.

Snorting coldly, Chen Feng didn’t flinch. The instant Brother Kai reached for him, Chen Feng dropped his stance, his waist sinking, and split his palms left and right. With two rapid blows, Brother Kai felt as if his arms had been struck by lightning—Chen Feng’s hands had found the nerve points with precision, causing a numbing jolt that left his arms useless and limp.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Chen Feng launched a flurry of lightning-fast Wing Chun strikes. Brother Kai staggered backward—his broken ankle giving way, making him fall uncontrollably. But Chen Feng seized his arm and hauled him back, continuing the relentless assault.

Brother Kai stood no chance of fighting back.

Suddenly, Chen Feng’s fist slammed into Brother Kai’s chest, and a savage force exploded from his knuckles.

Wing Chun’s short-range power!

A gush of blood erupted from Brother Kai’s mouth as he was sent flying, crashing down inside Chen Feng’s home—now engulfed in raging flames. Brother Kai tumbled into the fire; gasoline-soaked flames instantly leapt onto him. He hadn’t even time to scream before agony forced him to struggle to his feet.

Just as he tried to move, a shadow appeared before his eyes.

Chen Feng!

Before Brother Kai could stand, Chen Feng’s foot smashed down on his knee joint with a sickening crunch. The kneecap was pulverized, and a piercing scream tore from Brother Kai’s lips.

Ignoring Brother Kai’s wails, Chen Feng stomped down and broke the other leg as well.

“Is burning someone else’s house so much fun?” Chen Feng’s icy voice echoed in Brother Kai’s ears. Shivering, Brother Kai stared at him. Despite the searing heat and the flames licking at his body, a chill of terror gripped him to his very core.

“No, please, I beg you, let me go!” Brother Kai pleaded desperately. “I’ll leave right now, right now! Please, please spare me!”

Flames crawled over Brother Kai’s body; his clothes were ablaze, his skin beginning to burn.

“Spare you?” Chen Feng’s voice suddenly roared with fury. He seized Brother Kai by the hair and shoved his face into the fire.

A bloodcurdling scream rang out as Brother Kai’s hands flailed helplessly. The fire swept over his face, searing his skin and hair. He could feel his flesh charring, his body thrashing in agony, but no matter how he struggled, he could not break free from Chen Feng’s grasp. Even as his own hands began to burn, Chen Feng didn’t care.

The hatred in his heart made him oblivious to pain. Even if his hand were truly burned, he wouldn’t mind—in a few days, new skin would grow back.

Brother Kai struggled for what seemed like an eternity before Chen Feng finally released his head. Frantically, Brother Kai slapped at his face, extinguishing the flames with pained cries. When the fire was out, his face was blackened and grotesque.

Crack! Crack!

Before Brother Kai could recover, Chen Feng snapped both of his arms, twisting them like ropes. Brother Kai could barely even scream anymore. Glancing coldly at the surrounding flames, Chen Feng spoke icily, “If you want to live, crawl out yourself.”

A flicker of consciousness returned to Brother Kai. Terror seized him—crawl out.

He knew he had no other choice. All four limbs were broken, and trapped in a burning house, he would surely die if he didn’t drag himself out. With great effort, he looked toward the front door, orienting himself, and began to crawl inch by inch toward it using only his shoulders and the last remnants of his strength.

“Hmph.”

With a cold snort, Chen Feng strode straight toward the door. The four remaining thugs all took several steps back, terror rising like a tide in their hearts. In their eyes, the toughest of them—Brother Kai—had been utterly destroyed by Chen Feng.

So easily, at that.

Especially the sight of Chen Feng tossing Brother Kai into the flames—it sent a shiver down each of their spines. As Chen Feng emerged, every last one of them felt a chill to the bone.

“Run!” one of the thugs suddenly shouted. He had lost all will to fight—who could blame him? The man before them was a monster.

The instant he cried out, the other three bolted as well. But they soon realized escape was impossible—the surrounding residents had, at some point, formed a tight circle around the area. There was no way out.

“Get the hell out of the way!” one of the thugs screamed hysterically.

But no one moved. The residents, once seen as docile sheep, now stood firm, blocking every route of escape. There was no way out.

Just then, the thug felt his collar seize up and his whole body was lifted and flung violently to the ground. With two sharp cracks, both his legs were crushed beneath Chen Feng’s foot.

A wail of agony burst from his throat, his cries only deepening the terror of the remaining three. Chen Feng calmly approached the next one and, with the same ruthless efficiency, broke his legs.

“Please, sir, madam, I beg you, let me out, let me out! I’m begging you, please!” One of the thugs had collapsed completely—no more swagger, only despair and pleading. He prayed the elderly residents would spare his life.

“Now you beg them? Did you ever give them a way out when you came to tear down their homes and they pleaded with you?” The cold voice rang in his ear, and before he could protest further, Chen Feng kicked out, snapping both his legs.

“Sir, I—I was wrong, please, please spare me!” The thug fell to his knees before Chen Feng.

He was truly terrified. Seeing his ‘brothers’ in such misery filled him with dread. Pride meant nothing now; he couldn’t bear the thought of spending his life in a wheelchair.

“Who sent you?”

Chen Feng’s voice was cold and sharp.

“It—it was Young Master Luo!” the thug stammered, trembling.

“Young Master Luo?” Chen Feng frowned. The thug immediately explained, “Yes, yes, that’s right. His name is Luo Wenhao. He—he’s here too, in the Bentley outside. He—he…”

“Luo Wenhao, so it really is you!” In that instant, a murderous light flashed in Chen Feng’s eyes. The thug shuddered violently, his whole body trembling as he looked at Chen Feng. “Sir, I—I’ve told you, so will you let me go?”

“Let you go? Dream on!” Chen Feng’s sinister voice cut through the air. Before the thug could react, a searing pain shot through his right leg as Chen Feng kicked and broke it.

The thug’s shriek of agony ended as he passed out cold.

Chen Feng’s gaze swept across the scene and landed on the Bentley nearby, where he saw Luo Wenhao watching nervously from beside the car.

“Luo Wenhao!” The name escaped through Chen Feng’s clenched teeth.

“Every debt has its debtor, Luo Wenhao, you won’t escape either!”