One must know, Ye Feng’s physical body was of the Divine Realm, making his physical strength vastly superior, several ranks above those Innate Realm Grandmasters. To hurt Ye Feng, at the very least, one had to be a Grandmaster of Innate Perfection to hold a glimmer of hope.
And among these people, the strongest one, Qingfeng Da, only possessed the strength of Innate Peak. To harm Ye Feng just with their fists was downright impossible.
Thus, no matter how they beat Ye Feng now, they couldn’t inflict any damage on him.
However, for Ye Feng, this was an immense humiliation. He had not frowned from beginning to end, nor had he closed his eyes, because Ye Feng needed to see clearly, to remember.
Ye Feng had to clearly see everyone who had beaten him, to remember every single one of their faces.
When Ye Feng restored his peak strength, none of them would escape!
The more the crowd beat Ye Feng, the more shocked they felt. They realized how strong Ye Feng’s body was; their fists landing on Ye Feng could barely cause him any harm.
After a full ten minutes or so, everyone was tired of beating Ye Feng. They watched him breathlessly, their gazes toward Ye Feng as if looking at a freak.
Yet, seeing everyone’s gazes, Youcheng Chiyoda’s face broke into a triumphant smirk.
Youcheng Chiyoda burst into loud laughter, "You bunch of trash, who do you think my boss is? He’s an invincible being. You think you trash can harm my boss? Dream on! Hahaha!"
Upon hearing Youcheng Chiyoda’s words, the crowd grew even angrier, especially Qingfeng Da, who roared furiously, "You damn mongrel, you still dare to laugh? We might not be able to handle him, but can’t we handle you?"
Immediately after, Qingfeng Da gave an order, "Go, kill this bald-headed fool!"
Following Qingfeng Da’s command, the crowd surged forward like a swarm, punching and kicking Youcheng Chiyoda relentlessly.
Youcheng Chiyoda cried out in agony, "Ah~~Ah~~You damn mongrels, just you wait, my boss won’t let you off, he will avenge me!"
Youcheng Chiyoda, being pummeled by the crowd, rolled endlessly on the ground, his eyes reflecting intense pain, his screams echoing non-stop in the cell.
Ye Feng, watching the pitiful Youcheng Chiyoda, felt a pang of compassion.
In fact, outside in the world, Youcheng Chiyoda managed West Street well, ran the Martial Arts Club perfectly; he would have been revered and worshipped by tens of thousands, with countless benefits awaiting him, enjoying peaceful days meant for Youcheng Chiyoda.
Yet Youcheng Chiyoda had given all that up to join Ye Feng on an adventure to Luoying.
Not only that, but now he’d fallen into the hands of these people, being mercilessly beaten by them.
Ye Feng felt somewhat guilty toward Youcheng Chiyoda. However, at this moment, Ye Feng had come to regard Youcheng Chiyoda as a true brother.
He saw Youcheng Chiyoda as a friend—their bond transcended countries, history, and racial differences. At this moment, Ye Feng fully acknowledged Youcheng Chiyoda’s existence.
In his heart, Ye Feng thought, "Brother, you’ve suffered greatly. Wait until my strength is restored; I’ll definitely take revenge for you!"
Soon, Youcheng Chiyoda was crying out for his father and mother; after everyone stopped, Qingfeng Da looked down at Youcheng Chiyoda and asked, "Youcheng Chiyoda, have you realized your mistake?"
Dirtied and disheveled Youcheng Chiyoda spoke unclearly, "I... I surrender..."
Qingfeng Da nodded with satisfaction, "Good, it’s better to admit defeat. Now, tell me, did you not help Ye Feng to deceive and murder the examiner?"
"No, I’ve said it, we’ve been wronged!" Youcheng Chiyoda shouted loudly, refusing to admit anything.
Upon hearing Youcheng Chiyoda’s words, Qingfeng Da frowned, "Fine then, I have my ways of dealing with you. Today you will confess whether you want to or not!"
Youcheng Chiyoda was such a person; even though he verbally admitted defeat, there was no way he’d acknowledge something he didn’t do, especially since doing so would mean betraying Ye Feng.
Initially, Ye Feng had clearly stated his strength was just at the early phase of Innate, but no one believed him.
Qingfeng Da bellowed, "Bring me the quilt!"
"Yes!" Soon, someone brought over a quilt. Then Qingfeng Da took the quilt and threw it over Youcheng Chiyoda’s head.
The quilt laid on the ground like a cape, and Qingfeng Da sat down right on it.
"Drag me around for ten laps. If you dare drop it even once, I’ll beat you for ten minutes!" Qingfeng Da roared.
Qingfeng Da knew Ye Feng was tough, that beating Ye Feng was useless. If they forced Ye Feng to play such games, he’d surely resist, then they’d have to beat him, but hitting Ye Feng would cause him no pain or itch.
Therefore, Qingfeng Da decided to take his frustrations out on Youcheng Chiyoda instead. After all, one was the murderer and the other an accomplice—to Qingfeng Da, getting a confession from either would suffice. So, he targeted Youcheng Chiyoda.
Youcheng Chiyoda had a resigned, miserable look, but there was nothing he could do. He didn’t want to be beaten anymore; after all, he didn’t have a freakishly strong physical body like Ye Feng.
Left with no choice, Youcheng Chiyoda yielded and began dragging Qingfeng Da, his whole being seething with frustration.
Ye Feng watched with a heavy heart. Even though he was beaten pretty badly by so many people, in reality, Ye Feng had not been hurt at all. He merely looked rough on the surface.
But it was different for Youcheng Chiyoda; he was truly injured.
Youcheng Chiyoda was at the height of his misery, thinking to himself, "In the end, I suffer the pain alone..."
Before long, Qingfeng Da grew tired of the game, removed the quilt from Youcheng Chiyoda’s head, and then kicked him hard on the buttocks.
"Bored now, I want to sleep. Tell me a story!" Qingfeng Da said to Youcheng Chiyoda, then pulled out a book from somewhere and tossed it in front of Youcheng Chiyoda...