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Since the car was parked, Lin Feng couldn't just stand by. In his previous life, he might have felt powerless in such a situation, but in this life, dealing with a few small thugs was like child's play for Lin Feng, so he had to step in.
"Sir, please help us, I..." The woman who approached was quite beautiful, probably a year or two younger than Lin Feng. She looked like a girl next door, exuding a delicate and fragile aura.
However, Lin Feng really didn't have time to appreciate her beauty at that moment because another woman was still fighting against the group of thugs and couldn't break free in a short time.
"You stay here; I'll go help." Lin Feng held her shoulder to calm her down and said.
From the way she had rushed over for help and her delicate appearance, Lin Feng figured her combat ability was likely very low, almost zero. So he decided to let her stay here; at least it would be safer.
"Okay, thank you! That sister is about to be overwhelmed." The girl quickly expressed her gratitude upon seeing Lin Feng's willingness to help and pointed in that direction.
After ensuring she was settled, Lin Feng looked up and saw a familiar figure.
This figure was very familiar to Lin Feng; it was the policewoman He Ting. She was still dressed in her sharp leather jacket, engaging with the thugs.
Well, they couldn't really be called thugs; they were more like ruffians. Thugs? They weren't even worthy of that title.
Lin Feng didn't expect that doing a good deed would lead him to encounter her; what a coincidence.
Since He Ting was there, Lin Feng glanced around to look for his "weapon."
With He Ting present, her flashy high-powered motorcycle should also be nearby. For Lin Feng, that motorcycle was his weapon.
He quite liked that bike; it had helped him out during the incident with Dong Jie. Thinking of Dong Jie brought an unpleasant feeling to Lin Feng's heart.
It wasn't exactly painful, but it certainly wasn't comfortable either.
Alright then, motorcycle, let's charge into battle together.
For the first time doing a good deed, and such a heroic rescue at that, Lin Feng felt a bit excited. It was just dealing with a few small thugs, yet it felt as if he were on the battlefield fighting for his country.
There was really no way to deal with him.
"Boom boom..." He Ting, who was entangled with the thugs, heard the familiar sound of an engine. Taking a moment to look back, she saw Lin Feng driving her motorcycle charging toward her, unstoppable and fierce.
Perhaps that description was a bit exaggerated.
To put it simply, Lin Feng crashed into the group of thugs.
Those thugs weren't fools; they would bully a woman without hesitation, but when they saw Lin Feng riding in on his motorcycle, they naturally dodged. This bike was clearly not something like a small scooter; if they got hit, it would be a disastrous outcome.
Lin Feng had anticipated that they would move aside, so he prepared to turn the bike around and continue charging. With the speed and agility of this motorcycle, knocking one or two thugs aside was definitely possible.
Lin Feng felt exhilarated; he felt like an invincible general riding a white horse.
Speaking of which, this method of teaching people a lesson with fists was fine, but occasionally using a vehicle to knock people down wasn’t bad either.
At least it didn’t leave him drenched in sweat.
To be able to fight without breaking a sweat—now that was impressive.
However, there’s a saying about not getting too carried away; one should be careful not to let joy lead to sorrow.
Just as Lin Feng planned to hit the brakes, no matter how hard he tried, the motorcycle kept moving forward. After several attempts, he tragically realized that the brakes were broken.
"Lin Feng, the brakes are broken!" At that moment, He Ting's voice reached him, but it was already too late.
By now, the motorcycle was only half a meter away from the roadside railing. Half a meter at this speed was just a second away; there was no time left to turn.
At this moment, turning meant merely crashing into the slightly misaligned railing, which could not change anything.
There was no choice; Lin Feng had to jump from the motorcycle. With his skills, even if the motorcycle's front was locked, he could open it instantly using the Magic Ring. Even without the motorcycle key, he could still start it normally.
All of this could be accomplished in just a few moments because the Magic Ring was indeed powerful; as long as he was within its absolute domain, he was king.
However, no matter how powerful the Magic Ring was, it could not stop a speeding motorcycle; that was beyond its service range.
If the capacity of the Magic Ring were expanded to accommodate a motorcycle, perhaps it could instantly store the motorcycle away, and at the same time, the motorcycle would no longer move forward.
But that was hypothetical; the current Magic Ring did not possess such capability.
Thus, Lin Feng decisively chose to jump off the bike. No matter how much he liked this motorcycle, his life was worth more.
Because below the railing was a cliff.
Indeed, this road was a winding mountain road.
With the current speed of the motorcycle, those railings were practically nonexistent and served no purpose; they shattered upon impact.
What happened next was entirely predictable: the motorcycle crashed through the railing like a wild horse breaking free and heroically plunged into the abyss.
What a tragic scene it was! As the instigator, Lin Feng felt deep remorse.
But sorrow could not change the facts. Lin Feng reflected deeply and saw through to the essence of the situation: it was these thugs who caused the motorcycle's heroic demise. Without their reckless behavior, would he have ridden his motorcycle into them? Of course not.
Who would ride a motorcycle just to crash into someone for fun?
Alright, Lin Feng admitted he was looking for a scapegoat, but this group of thugs could not escape responsibility for the motorcycle's fall into the cliff either.
Perhaps they were the culprits, and Lin Feng was making excuses for himself.
Well, even if they didn't admit it, Lin Feng was determined to settle the score with them.
"Return my Motorcycle!" Lin Feng shouted directly, his tone filled with righteous indignation, as if the Motorcycle that had been thrown off a cliff truly belonged to him.
Without waiting for their excuses, Lin Feng charged into the group of thugs, throwing punches one after another, as if avenging his Motorcycle.
In reality, Lin Feng was afraid that He Ting would come after him for this. It was better for this group to bear the blame.
Lin Feng thought it best to play the hero saving the damsel in distress.
After taking down the last thug, he dusted off his hands and felt that being barehanded still couldn't compare to the thrill of crashing into someone on his Motorcycle.
But he only dared to think that in his heart; he wouldn't say it out loud because He Ting, who had just finished dealing with the thugs, was staring at him with a look that was... not very friendly.
"Heh heh... Captain He, what a coincidence! I didn't expect to run into you while saving someone." Being on the defensive wasn't Lin Feng's tactic, so he chose to take the initiative and solidify his intention of saving someone. This way, when it came time to explain himself, he wouldn't sound too weak.
"Return my Motorcycle!" He Ting glared at Lin Feng, who looked all righteous and indignant. Suddenly, she mimicked Lin Feng's earlier actions and charged at him.
Not only did she move in the same way, but her purpose was also the same; she wanted justice for her Motorcycle.
However, while Lin Feng sought justice from the thugs, He Ting sought justice from Lin Feng.
Seeing He Ting rushing towards him, Lin Feng chose to dodge. This woman was not a delicate flower; he felt that if he stood still and let her punch him, he wouldn't be able to withstand it.
Although Lin Feng believed in "better to take the initiative than to be on the defensive," facing such a woman made him feel somewhat guilty. The once formidable hero who had just fought valiantly now had no choice but to run away while shouting for help.
And the one he sought help from was naturally the girl who had just asked him for assistance.
The girl clearly looked like she was still in college and was quite innocent; it was more appropriate to refer to her as a girl.
As for the distinction between a woman and a girl, Lin Feng wouldn't elaborate on that.
Watching Lin Feng flee while holding his head, He Ting took the opportunity to pursue him. Soon, the battlefield from earlier was left with a group of thugs lying around.
Naturally, Lin Feng had shifted the battlefield by covering his head.
Finally, Lin Feng ran to the girl's side and jumped into the car.
He would rather die than open the door.
"Lin Feng, come out! This isn't over," He Ting shouted as he knocked on the window after seeing Lin Feng dive into the car first.
Lin Feng helplessly pretended not to hear, gesturing that he couldn't hear anything.
Wasn't this a bit like burying his head in the sand?
"Alright, you can't hear me? Just wait; I'll make sure you can't hear anything," He Ting said as he picked up a large rock nearby.
On the winding mountain road, it wasn't unusual to find one or two large rocks by the roadside.
Seeing that He Ting was serious, Lin Feng panicked. This BMW didn't have bulletproof glass, and even if it did, if the glass couldn't withstand that rock, it would be shattered and rendered useless, right?
As He Ting lifted the rock and walked toward the car window, Lin Feng felt conflicted about whether to open the door.
Even if He Ting really threw the rock, Lin Feng could use the Magic Ring to absorb it. In that case, the rock wouldn't cause any damage to the BMW.
If he could absorb a motorcycle, how could he not absorb a rock? Lin Feng was confident in his Magic Ring.
But is it really necessary? Lin Feng felt that he shouldn't expose the power of the magic ring in front of He Ting just for a piece of BMW glass. That woman had already been suspicious before, and using the magic ring might raise her doubts even more, leading her to investigate thoroughly.
Although she might not find anything, there is always someone investigating you in the shadows, and no one would feel comfortable about that.
Just as Lin Feng was feeling conflicted, the group of thugs finally stood up and slowly moved towards him.
"Hey, debts must be repaid! Why are you still hitting people?" the leader shouted as they walked, clearly trying to hype themselves up.
They were indeed scared by Lin Feng and could only wave their flags and shout, indicating they wanted to reason things out.
In fact, they were loan sharks, and that girl was the one who owed money.
Lin Feng could tell what kind of people they were without them saying anything. However, knowing was one thing; he had no regrets about the beating he had just given them. So what if they were here to collect debts? He had fought back—what could they do to him?
Though he looked down on them, since they were making such a fuss, Lin Feng felt he should at least understand the situation better. After all, he was involved in this matter, and it seemed a bit inappropriate to just walk away now.
Of course, having just driven He Ting's beloved car off a cliff, Lin Feng also needed to make amends.
Seeing He Ting put down her stone and turn her attention to the group of thugs shouting "debts must be repaid," Lin Feng quickly got out of the car. This was a good opportunity to make amends; he couldn't let it slip by.
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