Zhang Boxuan writhed on the ground in agony, his trembling voice reaching out, "It was Feng Jiajun who orchestrated all of this. He specifically sought me out and did this to me."
"I truly know I was wrong. Please, give me a quick death!"
"I don't even want to live anymore. This world is full of malice for me. I just want to die."
Mu Feng felt no doubt about his words. A cold glint flashed in his eyes as he said faintly, "Didn't you just say you wanted to live on in pain?"
"I'm giving you that chance. You'll live on like this. You yourself said that such agonizing torment is your best form of atonement."
"However, your constant shouting is disturbing the peace. I will silence you completely."
With that, he flicked another wisp of spiritual energy.
Zhang Boxuan's mouth hung open, his eyes wide, but he couldn't utter a sound. His heart was filled with extreme fear.
At this moment, he finally regretted his actions. He knew those people had ulterior motives when they first incited him.
Yet, he harbored great resentment towards Mu Feng. Hearing those people's words soothed his feelings, and he was gradually led astray by them. Now, he deeply regretted not heeding Mu Feng's earlier advice.
When those people first appeared, he should have gone directly to Mu Feng or at least warned him. Then he wouldn't have ended up in this state. But it was too late for anything now.
His eyes were filled with regret, but Mu Feng didn't spare him another glance. He casually tossed Zhang Boxuan into the trunk of a car and took the driver's seat.
"I gave you chances, but you courted death!"
"Since you wish to die, I shall fulfill your desires."
The car roared to life and sped away from the villa.
Feng Jiajun's movements were no secret. For some time now, Mu Feng had dispersed his men to prevent the Tongmeng Association from causing trouble, constantly trying to get to the bottom of their activities.
With these precautions in place, he had intelligence on many people within the city, and Feng Jiajun was one of them.
After Mu Feng had crippled Feng Jiajun, he had become like a stray dog.
Mu Feng had spared his life because he wanted to see if this fellow could attract others. He liked to set a trap, lure them in, and then capture them all.
He hadn't expected this fellow to cause so much trouble recently, which caused his anger to boil continuously.
Mu Feng drove the car and arrived at a hotel.
This hotel was also a property of the Feng family, but it wasn't doing very well. The cars parked outside could be counted on one hand.
The hotel was located on the outskirts of the county town. As soon as his car stopped, a security guard quickly ran over.
"Sir, parking is not allowed here. You can park your car in the parking spaces over there."
A faint smile appeared on Mu Feng's face. He didn't answer the guard but walked directly to the trunk. He opened the trunk and casually pulled Zhang Boxuan out.
Upon seeing this, the guard's eyes widened.
"You… what are you doing?"
His gaze was filled with vigilance, and a hint of fear lingered in his eyes. He had seen Zhang Boxuan before, as this fellow had been frequenting their establishment recently.
Now, seeing Zhang Boxuan's condition, he couldn't help but shiver. There were multiple bleeding wounds on his body, and his face was so contorted that it was almost unrecognizable.
"I'm telling you, you'd better not come here again, or I'll call the police immediately."
As he said this, he had already taken out his phone. Mu Feng smiled at him and then said directly, "I suggest you put your phone away. Otherwise, you might regret it."
The guard was about to retort when his phone suddenly vanished from his hand. He quickly turned his head, only to find over a dozen people standing behind him, all armed.
Even standing still, they exuded an incomparably sharp killing intent.
The killing aura was like an overwhelming tide, causing the guard to tremble uncontrollably.
Mu Feng ignored him and walked into the hotel, dragging Zhang Boxuan.
As he entered, people who had been silently following him went in as well. All the employees were controlled and gathered in one area.
After learning which private room Feng Jiajun was in, Mu Feng, still holding Zhang Boxuan, went directly to the room's entrance.
"Bang! Bang!"
Mu Feng knocked on the door a few times. An impatient voice came from inside.
"I've already told you all, no one is to disturb me! Otherwise, I won't let you off. Who the hell is it disturbing me now? Are you tired of living?"
Feng Jiajun's enraged voice came from inside. Less than a minute later, he yanked the door open.
Mu Feng's brows furrowed as he saw Feng Jiajun, his face revealing clear astonishment.
Feng Jiajun was wearing clothes that looked like baozi wrappers, and he had even applied eyeshadow and a long wig. If one didn't look closely, they might mistake him for a woman.
Especially his bright red lips, which would make any normal man feel a chill down his spine.
Feng Jiajun hadn't expected Mu Feng to be there. His pupils contracted violently, and disbelief filled his eyes: "You… why are you here?"
Mu Feng said with a half-smile, "If I didn't come here, how could I see you like this?"
"But honestly, your appearance is quite an assault on my eyes."
"And besides looking for you, I have another matter today: this person in my hands. I believe you are very familiar with him, aren't you?"
After speaking, he threw Zhang Boxuan in front of Feng Jiajun, his eyes filled with a chilling killing intent.
Feng Jiajun's gaze had been entirely fixed on Mu Feng and he hadn't seen the person Mu Feng was holding. Now that the person was thrown in front of him, upon seeing that it was Zhang Boxuan, he felt a chill creep up his spine.
He finally understood why Mu Feng had come to find him. It turned out he had been sold out.