Beside the Security Bureau's car.
Chen Feng stood on the right side of the hood, facing the lean Xiang Jianjun and another Security Officer.
He could feel the curious gazes of many neighbors and passersby, and he could clearly hear Xiang Jianjun's smiling words.
"Young man, didn't expect to run into you again so coincidentally."
"Do you live around here too?"
"Um," Chen Feng nodded lightly, not feeling uncomfortable at all.
Chen Feng answered, because Chen Yun would occasionally come back to stay for a while too.
Nodding his head, Xiang Jianjun exchanged a few simple pleasantries with a smile.
Then, glancing at the residents and passersby kept several meters away, his smile faded.
Looking at Chen Feng again, he quickly changed the subject, asking seriously:
"Here's the thing, I checked the surveillance records, and you passed by here around midnight last night."
"Do you remember seeing anything at that time?"
With a serious tone, the frown on Xiang Jianjun's forehead caught Chen Feng's eye.
Upon hearing this, Chen Feng raised his eyebrows; he sensed something unusual.
"A pair of crimson eyes."
After a moment's thought, he spoke truthfully: "It felt wrong, so I ran off quickly."
The Security Officer taking notes subconsciously nodded, because this matched exactly with the surveillance footage.
"Saw anything else?" Xiang Jianjun continued to ask, his white uniform shirt appearing very solemn.
Chen Feng shook his head.
Seeing that Xiang Jianjun seemed a bit disappointed, he quickly feigned curiosity: "Officer Xiang, what was that thing? Was it really human?"
Devouring human viscera.
Eyes crimson, malice and ferocity.
It didn't seem to have anything to do with humans at all.
"Of course it was a human."
"Our society is based on science, everything can be verified using materialist technology."
Xiang Jianjun's righteous response made Chen Feng pause in thought.
He had thought he would get some useful information.
"However, we are still investigating the culprit, and there's no conclusion yet."
"So before that, please don't reveal what you saw last night to others, to avoid causing public misunderstanding and panic..."
A very official response, Chen Feng gave him a deep look.
He felt that the Security Bureau definitely knew something.
Without asking further, he believed that he would know more answers once he became stronger.
"Also, about those two thugs who robbed the supermarket that day, they confessed last night."
Perhaps noticing Chen Feng's meaningful gaze, or perhaps out of some appreciation due to the supermarket incident,
Xiang Jianjun quickly shifted the topic, volunteering another piece of information.
"Just as you guessed, they said they were instructed by that Zhao Jin."
"At the time, the other party was still driving on the street corner, waiting to pick them up, but unexpectedly ran into you."
"We have already started arresting the person, but haven't found them yet; be careful on your own, and if there's any situation, you can contact us..."
Chen Feng was somewhat surprised that the officer would proactively mention these things.
He nodded, keeping it in mind.
In a little while, the question session ended, Xiang Jianjun left a few people to guard the scene, and quickly left after receiving a phone call.
Seeing this, Chen Feng didn't stay long.
He went home and practiced Judo, self-training for the better part of the day.
Only after lunch did he bring his Boxing clothes and two Energy Bars, and went to the Martial Arts Hall.
At two in the afternoon, the dull sounds of the punching bag resonated continuously.
Thinking about the presence of the monster last night, and the gruesome state of the body he learned about at the scene today.
Chen Feng felt an inexplicable sense of urgency and pressure.
The creature, at least, seemed twice as strong as Coach Lu.
In other words, if it were him running into bad luck, there would only be one outcome.
Instantly refocusing his thoughts, Chen Feng's gaze turned fierce, an increasing desire to grow stronger.
He practiced his Sandboxing continuously with a series of punches.
In a moment, the heavy sandbags dented in, the hanging iron chains clanked, swinging around.
Seeing this, many of the students around widened their eyes, silently comparing.
"Chen Feng is really fierce."
"His punching power must be over 90kg now."
"Amateur Fourth Rank? Really?"
"For sure, didn't you see Zheng Qiang got knocked out with two punches yesterday?"
"He's kept quite a low profile before, never noticed..."
Whispers began quietly, and the obscure name Chen Feng had now become a prominent figure in the Sandboxing training class.
Even the students from other classes under Coach Lu paid quite a lot of attention to him.
"Damn, he really goes hard."
Next to him, Zheng Qiang watched Chen Feng practicing boxing, his face wincing in pain, instinctively rubbing his right cheek.
Despite having used sprays and medicines for healing,
he still felt some pain on his face.
The bitter defeat from yesterday was clearly in his mind, he knew the opponent's strength and toughness better than anyone.
It was ferocity that nearly matched that of Xu Dongtai.
"There are only four days left until the assessment, what to do."
"Do you think we stand a chance?"
His training partner, Yu Shan, was also tall, standing at 1.82 meters.
Hearing this, Zheng Qiang fell silent for a moment, finally slowly shaking his head.
"It looks like we don't stand much of a chance, let's wait for the next session..."
His tone was resigned but somewhat unwilling.
Yu Shan knew what he meant, his gaze shifted quickly to another person on the field.
Bang bang—the muffled sounds thundered, louder than those made by Chen Feng.
The tall and burly Xu Dongtai was sweating profusely, yet his expression was more focused than ever.
Clearly, the two had started competing.
With a sigh, this was the sentiment of many.
Yu Shan used to think he had some talent,
Shaking his head inwardly, he finally understood the words he'd heard before.
Martial arts talent, truly cruel.
"Brother Dong, don't practice too hard, be careful not to get injured."
On the training field, watching Xu Dongtai finally willing to stop and catch a breath, Zhou Xin quickly handed him a sports water bottle and a towel.
Without responding, Xu Dongtai took the towel to wipe his sweat and turned his head to look towards the corner seven or eight meters away.
The muffled sounds continued, the young man in black was drenched, yet still focused on practicing punches.
The sound of the punches roared, obviously nearly a hundred kilograms, not much less than him.
With a cold shout, Xu Dongtai suddenly threw away the towel.
Turning around with a punch, he heavily struck the sandbag again.
Seeing this, Coach Lu who walked into the training field shook his head and chuckled, admiring the scene.
He had never noticed before, but Xu Dongtai could also be so determined.
He looked towards Chen Feng swinging his fists.
Although still mastering Sandboxing, he could see a slight improvement.
Changing every day, truly an enlightenment.
If he could maintain this, perhaps on the day of the assessment, there might indeed be a surprise.
With a slight smile, Coach Lu's eyes were filled with expectation.