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Thinking of Dong Jie, Lin Feng felt a warm current surge in his heart.
Dong Jie was from the same hometown as Lin Feng. When she was younger, she received help from Lin Feng's foster mother. After graduating from high school, she moved to the city to make a living on her own. She was eight years older than Lin Feng, and it was only when Lin Feng entered university that Dong Jie opened a self-service store next to his school.
Dong Jie saw Lin Feng as sensible and ambitious, treating him very well. Additionally, having received kindness from Lin Feng's foster mother when they were young, she took extra care of him. As a result, Lin Feng often spent his spare time helping out at Dong Jie's store. Of course, Dong Jie treated him like an older sister, preparing delicious food for him whenever he came to help. Although they were not siblings, their bond was deeper than that of ordinary siblings.
Walking down the once-familiar street, Lin Feng looked ahead at the area filled with small tables—that was Dong Jie's little self-service store.
The tables set up outside were only arranged in the evening for customers to eat at; this was an idea Dong Jie came up with to earn some extra money.
Dong Jie was beautiful and exceptionally capable. Not only did she manage to open her own small self-service store, but she also cooked delicious meals. In Lin Feng's eyes, whoever could marry her would be incredibly fortunate.
Thinking this way, Lin Feng quickened his pace toward the place he knew best, after all, he had worked hard here in his previous life.
Before Lin Feng could enter the self-service store, a group of people rushed from another direction toward Dong Jie's shop, arriving at the Self-Service Store ahead of him.
Furrowing his brow, Lin Feng quickly recognized the leader of the group. He was someone Lin Feng knew well—the one who often came to collect protection fees in his past life. His name was Heizi, a mid-level gang leader of a local underworld group known as the Wolf Gang.
Although he was called a gang leader with only seven or eight underlings, he was still enough to intimidate ordinary people. After all, while the Wolf Gang was a small underworld group, it had over a hundred members. Even if someone could confront Heizi, they wouldn't dare provoke the Wolf Gang behind him.
Of course, places like Dong Jie's self-service store wouldn't dare resist; they simply paid for peace of mind. Although they collected protection fees, no one expected actual protection; they were just satisfied as long as they paid and didn't cause trouble.
"Hehe... Sister Dong's business is really thriving! It's time to collect this month's protection fee too. With Sister Dong's business being so big, a few coins can be earned back in no time," Heizi said with a glint in his eye. Although his tone seemed polite, his gaze lingered on several sensitive areas of Dong Jie’s body.
"Ha ha... For small businesses like ours, it's just about making a living. How can we compare to Brother Heizi's grandeur? He always goes out with a few people; that kind of presence is truly enviable. As for the protection fee, could you possibly delay it for a few days? Business isn't great right now," Dong Jie said, noticing Heizi's gaze. However, after running her shop here for so long, she had grown accustomed to the looks from these men and could only smile sweetly and flatter him.
Moreover, she didn't have much money left due to Lin Feng's hospitalization a few days ago. The protection fee was a thousand yuan each month, which was not a small amount for her.
Dong Jie clearly hadn't realized Lin Feng's arrival; she thought he was still in the hospital and planned to check on him later after closing the shop, bringing him some good food.
Seeing the smile on Dong Jie's lips, Lin Feng knew she had always kept herself pure. Yet every time he watched her flirt with customers, he felt a pang in his heart. He simply didn't like seeing her like this; it had been the same in his past life and even more so now.
In fact, not only scum like Heizi but many men who came here for late-night snacks were drawn to her. Although they couldn't act too aggressively, under the influence of alcohol, they might still take liberties. However, Dong Jie was sharp and had her own boundaries. She could only smile and dodge those hands that sought to take advantage while returning with some harmless compliments.
Otherwise, if people stopped coming here to spend money, where would her business come from?
"With Sister Dong's beauty, if you just put the word out, which man wouldn't want to take you home and support you? Don't come crying to me about being poor. Ha ha... Although I'm easier to talk to, my brothers behind me don't understand how to cherish beauty. I can't guarantee that they won't cause you any trouble," Heizi said, his tone turning unfriendly even though his gaze remained fixated on what interested him.
Today he had come with someone else's commission; it wasn't just about collecting protection fees. However, he wouldn't show it now; he just wanted to collect the fees first.
After all, the protection fees were meant for the higher-ups in the Wolf Gang, while the commissions from others were private jobs. Heizi wasn't foolish; he would only take on those private jobs after securing the protection fees. Otherwise, if he delayed collecting the fees because of private work, he couldn't afford that risk.
In his previous life, although Lin Feng felt uncomfortable about such practices of collecting fees without providing services, he wouldn't show it. But now it was different; not to mention the magical ring on his finger, his experiences as a mercenary combined with his body tempered by Forbidden Spring made him disregard these social thugs.
So instead of remaining a bystander, he strode towards Dong Jie, who was currently vulnerable. He wouldn't allow anyone to look at her like that or threaten her.
Damn it! Lin Feng had long despised this kind of behavior of collecting protection fees without doing anything in his past life. Now that he had been reborn, collecting protection fees wouldn't be so easy.
"Ha ha... I want to see how you won't cherish the beauty." Lin Feng walked towards Dong Jie, turned around, and protected her behind him, directly provoking them.
Lin Feng had no mood to waste words with such social scum, nor would he engage in empty pleasantries because they were not worthy of it.
"Hey... so you have a helper. Kid, why are you so brave today? You look delicate; could it be that Dong Jie is supporting you? Seeing your lover being bullied, you can't bear it." Heizi saw Lin Feng's calm demeanor and dropped his previous facade, mocking him instead. He knew Lin Feng well and understood that he was just a cowardly, trouble-avoiding poor student.
Hearing Heizi's words, Lin Feng didn't care much; he treated it as nonsense. However, Dong Jie was a woman, and no matter how she usually dealt with these men, her face flushed slightly at this moment, making her even more charming.
"Enough with the nonsense. Damn it, how do you think you can run the Underworld? Do you think you can collect protection fees just by talking?" Lin Feng remained calm and did not strike first; he was waiting for them to make the first move. This way, no matter how he beat them up, he would be acting in self-defense. No one could pin the blame on him.
"Ha... looks like you can't wait to get beaten up. Brothers... go for it!" Heizi was amused by Lin Feng's reaction; in his eyes, Lin Feng was just asking for trouble. He stopped wasting words because he knew that no matter how annoying Lin Feng was, there was some truth to what he said: collecting protection fees relied on fists, not words.
As a group charged towards him, Lin Feng smiled and tightened his fists, waiting for them to get closer.
"Wait... Lin Feng!" Like Heizi, Dong Jie also knew that Lin Feng was just a student. No matter how capable he was, two fists couldn't match four hands. Moreover, she knew that Lin Feng wasn't really strong; just a few days ago, he had been lying in the hospital.
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