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Since that was the case, Lin Feng decided not to return to his apartment but instead went out with Dong Jie. He knew that this would make it easier for the thief to strike.
To say that it made it easier for the thief was somewhat simplistic; in fact, Lin Feng had to admit that it also made it easier for him to take action.
It was no joke that a thief had set his sights on Lin Feng, who possessed the magic ring. Lin Feng could be considered the ancestor of thieves; he didn't even need to brush past someone. As long as you were within the absolute domain of the magic ring, he could take anything from you without leaving a trace, as if your belongings had suddenly vanished into thin air. Wasn't that what being the ancestor of thieves meant?
The thief was a young man with shifty eyes and a sneaky appearance, clearly not a good person. He embodied all the traits one would expect from a thief; it was obvious he was one.
Of course, since this person dared to target Lin Feng, Lin Feng did not underestimate him. He quickly took Dong Jie for a stroll and then found an opportunity to hide behind a wall with her.
Lin Feng didn't need to look back to know that the thief was nearby and was still approaching him. How did Lin Feng know this in such detail? It was a joke! Did you think Lin Feng's Mental Power was just for show? He admitted that while his Mental Power wasn't as strong as Tesla's claims, probing such a small area with it was like child's play.
Unfortunately, the thief did not possess Lin Feng's extraordinary Mental Power; he had to rely on the most primitive tool he had—his eyes—to find Lin Feng.
Sadly for him, Lin Feng was already out of his line of sight. The thief continued searching while Lin Feng had already tapped him on the shoulder from behind. If it weren't for Lin Feng considering that they still had cultural matters to attend to, given the thief's level of alertness, Lin Feng estimated that if he exerted himself just a bit more, the thief's life would be over.
"Hey... buddy, looking for me?" Lin Feng asked as he tapped the thief on the shoulder.
"Hehe... you really love to joke. I live around here, buddy. Just out shopping with my girlfriend?" The thief was somewhat clever; after a brief moment of surprise, he started chatting casually with Lin Feng. If it weren't for Lin Feng's keen observation, he might have missed the flicker of astonishment and panic in the thief's eyes.
No matter how good his psychological quality was, the thief could not escape the shadow of guilt that came with being a criminal. After all, he was just a petty thief and not a master Thief.
He could only minimize this guilty conscience until it reached a level where ordinary people wouldn't easily notice it; this was the greatest emotional suppression he could manage.
Of course, the more skilled thieves can only suppress such emotions, rather than eliminate them completely. That is impossible; once they achieve that, they are no longer thieves but what one might call a "Thief."
Lin Feng has always believed that this term should apply to him.
"Hehe... since we've met, why not go have a cup of tea?" Lin Feng chuckled, extending a hand to the smiling person. This is called reciprocity.
"Hehe... Brother, you're too polite. I still have things to do. How about this: let's meet another day. I will definitely come find you then, and we can have a long chat. Sounds good?" The thief had already adapted to Lin Feng's tone and was making excuses.
"Hmph... Leave. Do you really think I'm blind?" Seeing that the other party was completely oblivious to the situation, Lin Feng decided not to continue with kind words. Even this child had moments of being unteachable.
"What's wrong, buddy?" The thief's expression was no longer calm, but he pretended to ask.
"Stop pretending. You said you'd contact me another day. Do you even know how to reach me? Do you know my name? Do you know my address? Isn't this nonsense? Get out of here, quickly." Lin Feng pushed him again while speaking.
"I..." The thief still wanted to argue.
"Leave..." This time Lin Feng was no longer soft-hearted and directly struck a pressure point on the thief's back with his palm. This pressure point, as Tesla mentioned, could temporarily render someone powerless. Lin Feng knew that if he didn't do this, the thief would continue endlessly. He didn't have time to waste on a petty thief; after all, he had several pieces of Rough Stone's Jade Energy waiting for him to absorb. According to Lin Feng, this person wasn't even worth his time.
"Ah... okay, I'm leaving! Please stop tormenting me!" The thief shouted in pain.
Despite begging for mercy, his voice was extremely loud. Lin Feng couldn't understand how someone with such a booming voice could still be a thief; isn't it better for thieves to keep their voices down?
Even worse, this thief looked quite unappealing, yet his words were filled with ambiguity. Lin Feng really wanted to slap him twice and show him what "torment" truly meant. Damn it, making everyone look at me like this; they might think I have some special hobby!
Lin Feng could clearly remember that when a few little girls who thought he was handsome heard this guy's words about "torture," they immediately turned away. Lin Feng felt that his image had been ruined by this guy.
However, in such a situation, Lin Feng would not explain, because he deeply understood the truth behind the saying "an explanation is a cover-up." Those who did not understand the situation might think he was trying to hide something.
So, Lin Feng could only strike another acupoint on this guy's back with his palm. He had heard from Tesla about this acupoint; with a specific technique, once struck, that person would temporarily be unable to speak. Tesla was right; although this guy's face turned red, he stubbornly remained silent—no, he simply could not speak.
It was evident that traditional Chinese medicine was indeed a marvelous and incredible thing; the knowledge passed down from ancestors was still very useful.
After pushing this guy to the door of his and Dong Jie's suite, Lin Feng paid special attention to Chen Xinni and the others' rooms because he had just made a round and they had already returned to their suite.
Lin Feng did not plan to let them know about this incident. After all, it was just a thief, and he had subdued him himself; there was no need to make them worry.
Taking out his key, Lin Feng opened the door and let Dong Jie enter first, followed by himself. Of course, as he entered, he casually brought the guy along, but the way this guy entered the room was somewhat undignified—he almost rolled in.
"Hey... what do you want to do now? Keep holding on?" Once that guy was inside, Lin Feng didn't care anymore and asked first.
"Big brother, you really got it wrong. I'm also staying at this hotel. Look, this is my room card. This isn't right, you know? I can call the police," that guy continued to weave his lies. Of course, what he said couldn't exactly be called a lie; at least he had produced a room card. Lin Feng didn't even need to look—anyone daring enough to steal would have made preparations beforehand; buying a room card at the hotel was just a small expense for this thief.
Moreover, judging by the tone of this guy's speech, if Lin Feng hadn't seen too many thieves before, an ordinary person would have easily been deceived by him. This guy was incredibly calm and lied without batting an eye—his skills were indeed impressive.
"Alright then, you keep holding on. Jie Jie, you go back to your room first. Don't come out unless I call for you, got it?" Lin Feng had no objections to the thief's reaction. If he confessed so easily, Lin Feng would have found it strange. After all, this thief had come prepared; he wasn't an ordinary thief. The fact that he produced a room card indicated that he had targeted Lin Feng specifically. Therefore, Lin Feng planned to use some extraordinary methods.
And it would be best if Dong Jie did not see these methods. Although Lin Feng was used to such things, Dong Jie had never witnessed them before. He feared she might have some special reaction or that the thief might use her as an opportunity for leverage. Thus, Lin Feng thought it best to let Dong Jie leave so that he could freely engage with this guy and see who had deeper skills in this contest of wits.
"Lin Feng, can you manage on your own?" Dong Jie asked instinctively when she saw Lin Feng planning to go in by himself, already guessing what he intended to do.
Lin Feng really wanted to ask Dong Jie if he looked that weak and incapable, as if he couldn't even handle a petty thief. However, he ultimately decided against saying anything and simply nodded at Dong Jie, indicating that he was fine.
If the members of Lin Feng's former mercenary group heard Dong Jie's question, they would surely burst out laughing. Why? Because they could never have imagined that their leader would one day be doubted by a woman like this. A thief was nothing; even a robber would only beg for mercy in front of Lin Feng.
Of course, Lin Feng wouldn't share any of this with Dong Jie. Some things were just too complicated to explain, a feeling he had carried since his rebirth. Yet, he couldn't confide in anyone about it.
Since Lin Feng had said so, Dong Jie didn't press further and simply nodded in agreement before heading into her room. Although she didn't know many details about Lin Feng's past, she at least understood that he was no longer the timid and fearful person he once was. He had grown up and could now handle many situations that he previously couldn't or wouldn't face. In other words, Dong Jie believed that the current Lin Feng was capable of supporting himself.
Dong Jie felt happy but also a bit lost. While it was good that Lin Feng had matured and become stronger, she sometimes missed the old Lin Feng who always listened to her. It wasn't that Lin Feng no longer listened to her; rather, he had developed his own opinions. Moreover, Dong Jie realized that many of Lin Feng's ideas were indeed correct. She had even started to believe that following Lin Feng's advice was never wrong.
In fact, Dong Jie had begun to get used to this dynamic. She knew that Lin Feng would never harm her; he would only protect her, and that was enough for her.
Once Dong Jie went inside, Lin Feng began to focus on his own tasks. What he needed to do was quite simple: judgment. Of course, while judging, he would also reminisce about the things he used to do often—making that guy experience what true torture felt like.
Lin Feng always believed that this wasn't really torture; it was just about getting someone to tell the truth. Although it might involve some pain, as long as they spoke honestly, Lin Feng could guarantee there wouldn't be any real suffering.
Next, Lin Feng wanted to see if that guy would cooperate and tell the truth.
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