This is a cruel person.

Under the heavy blow of the liquor bottle, Zhao Xing fell into a deep coma.

Ye Fei had no intention of showing mercy to Zhao Xing and his men. He was ruthless towards such scum and reached for a brick. The others pretended not to understand Ye Fei's intentions and simply watched silently.

A terrifying scene unfolded before their eyes.

Ye Fei flattened Zhao Xing's hand, tightly gripped the brick, and ruthlessly smashed it down onto the back of his hand, producing a crisp sound. Zhao Xing, who was previously unconscious, woke up in agony, screaming in pain.

"Ah, it hurts! It hurts so much!" Zhao Xing writhed in pain on the ground.

Ye Fei coldly watched Zhao Xing's agonizing screams and said with a smile, "Good, now extend your other hand."

Looking at Ye Fei, Zhao Xing, as if seeing a demon, begged in pain, "Boss, Brother Wang, I was wrong. It's my fault. Please spare me."

Ye Fei coldly said, "Behave, extend your other hand!"

Shaking his head and retreating, Zhao Xing displayed extreme fear.

Sighing, Ye Fei said, "Why won't you behave?"

With that, he grabbed the brick and fiercely struck at Zhao Xing's foot.

The other thugs distinctly heard the sound of Zhao Xing's foot bone being shattered.

The brick also split into two halves. In excruciating pain, Zhao Xing only had one thought in his mind at that moment: to leave this place. If he could start over, regardless of the cost, he would never come back here.

However, harsh reality told him otherwise. Ye Fei picked up one half of the brick and said with a smirk, "Now, can you extend your hand? Behave, or I'll break your other leg too."

Covered in cold sweat, Zhao Xing trembled and reluctantly extended his other hand, placing it on the ground.

"That's better," Ye Fei said.

Soon, Zhao Xing let out heart-wrenching screams again as both his hands were smashed to pieces. Looking at his mangled hands, Zhao Xing couldn't hold back his tears. He was not a cowardly person and never feared confrontation, but today, he was truly terrified.

He misunderstood Ye Fei. In reality, Ye Fei was ecstatic. However, after gaining supernatural abilities, his eyes only revealed emotion when using them, remaining calm at other times, unable to show any feelings.

Eyes are often considered windows to the soul, but trying to observe Ye Fei's inner self through his eyes would undoubtedly lead to a tragic end.

Witnessing Zhao Xing's plight, Ye Fei chuckled a few times, releasing his pent-up emotions. He stood up and surveyed the feigned dead bodies on the ground, deducing that these people must have been involved in the attack on him earlier that day.

Thinking about this, Ye Fei smiled and said, "Let's cooperate, extend one hand obediently."

Hearing this, everyone quivered and quickly retracted their hands, pressing them against their bodies. They witnessed Zhao Xing's ordeal, filled with fear.

"Why won't you behave? Aren't you afraid I'll break all your limbs? Come on, I have things to do, don't make me impatient," Ye Fei said.

Moments later, harrowing screams echoed one after another.

Several minutes later, Ye Fei grabbed a box and walked out of the alley, stopping a taxi and leaving the area.

In a corner, Xiao He continuously wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and, after quietly reporting the situation, asked, "Mr. Nie, what should we do now? Should we continue tracking him?"

Nie Xinyi exclaimed in surprise, "He's so ruthless?"

Wearing a worried expression, Xiao He said, "It's not just ruthlessness, he's simply a cold-blooded animal. Mr. Nie, I think he has definitely experienced life-and-death situations, as he seems willing to push people to their limits without caring about their lives."

"In that case, why didn't he just kill them directly?" Nie Xinyi mused to himself.

"I think he enjoys torturing people," Xiao He said.

"What about his car?" Nie Xinyi asked.

"The car is still parked there," Xiao He hesitated before saying, "Mr. Nie, I really don't dare to continue tracking him. His identity may be entirely false, and we might not find anything even if we continue trailing him."

He knew that life was more important than anything else, and it wasn't worth taking such risks.

Realizing something, Nie Xinyi said, "There's no need to follow him anymore. He's an enemy of Duan Fei, so let Duan Fei handle it personally. His identity might be fake, and the car might have been stolen from somewhere. This guy has plans, and we don't need to get involved. Xiao He, keep an eye on those people and don't let them escape. I'll send someone to bring them back. With witnesses now, along with personal grudges involving the casino, Duan Fei's position will likely be shaken."

Excitedly, Xiao He asked, "What about me, Mr. Nie?"

"Don't worry. Once I secure my position, I'll arrange for you to become the head of security," Nie Xinyi said.

After hanging up the phone, Xiao He looked at the people who were currently screaming in agony and shook his head. These guys were too arrogant, not considering the consequences of provoking Duan Lao Da (Big Boss Duan) and thinking highly of themselves. He had long forgotten his initial intent to make a profit.

Unaware that someone had been trailing him, Ye Fei continued on, unconcerned.

After getting out of the taxi, he walked straight into a fashionable clothing store. He picked out a new outfit, swiftly left the store, found an empty corner in a secluded alley, changed into the new clothes, covered his hair, and stuffed his old clothes and the safe box into a sports bag he had just bought.

After changing into the new clothes, Ye Fei hailed another taxi and headed to the next destination. After changing his appearance four or five times, even Ye Fei himself could hardly remember where he had been. Finally, he stopped. At this moment, he believed that no one except for a deity could trace his whereabouts. Ye Fei hailed a taxi, returned to the hotel.

Back in his room, Ye Fei quickly took a shower, used alcohol prepared on the road to wash off all his tattoos, shaved his beard, changed into a complete set of white sportswear, and carried a sports bag, looking like an ordinary traveler.

Taking out the safe box containing gold, Ye Fei checked out and left, driving onto the highway, his heart gradually calming down.

"Duan Fei, you should have received the message by now and must be furious. Take your time to find me. Even in your dreams, you won't be able to find out who I am! This is just the beginning, a small lesson for you. Soon, I'll return to Tianjin City and settle scores with you. Xiao Fei, Duan Fei, Wang Yunlai, Wang Tianyu, Niu Jinda, and that mysterious woman, I won't spare a single one of them." Ye Fei muttered to himself.

In reality, Ye Fei didn't harbor deep hatred toward them, but it was during his most painful moments that he thought of these people. From a psychological perspective, this was a form of emotional transfer; Ye Fei transformed all his love for Wang Yue into hatred, focusing it on these people who had once caused him pain. It could be said that deep love leads to deep hatred.

Humans are complex beings; some would kill over a quarrel or set fire over trivial matters, while others would put lives in jeopardy over insignificant disputes. So, it was not surprising for Ye Fei to harbor deep resentment towards these people.

"Wang Jun, I will find you! I must find you!" Upon receiving the news, Duan Fei went into a frenzy, smashing things uncontrollably. He realized that not only had he been humiliated and embarrassed, but his own future had also become bleak.

However, despite spending a huge amount of money and mobilizing numerous resources, he still couldn't find any clues about Wang Jun. This person seemed to appear out of thin air, and then disappeared like smoke, making it difficult to trace.