C2

China, Haining City.

A young man was taking a nap in the back seat of the taxi. It was Shen Feng.

It had been two months since the sensational Pacific nuclear explosion.

Although the entire mercenary world knew that the Fierce Wind hired Mercenary Group to make it, no one would be able to return the Fierce Wind hired Mercenary Group for their entire lives.

However, what people did not know was that the famous' Wind God 'of the mercenary world was still alive, and he possessed a powerful strength that no one knew of.

Just half a month ago, the Mercenary Group hired by the Blood Wolf was destroyed half a month ago. No one knew who did it, and everything became a mystery …

"Lad, we've arrived." The driver said to Shen Feng.

"Thank you." Shen Feng took a deep breath to calm himself down. After paying the driver, he carried an old green army backpack and walked out of the car.

This place was China, and its Haining City was Shen Feng's old home. He had not returned for a whole seven years.

Being close to home, no matter how unhappy he was, his mood was still surging.

"I'm back. I won't be leaving from now on." Shen Feng muttered to himself.

After experiencing Wei Tian's betrayal, he found out that he was tired of fighting and killing. He just so happened to use this incident to return to normal.

But if he could do it all over again, he would rather that never happened.

In front of Shen Feng was a remote alley, the alley was extremely quiet and desolate. Many houses had large words "tear down" written in red, making it look especially bright, and there was a noodle shop between the alleyway and the streets.

Shen Feng carried his backpack and walked in. Seeing that the noodle house was empty, he sat on a seat close to the window: "Boss, give me a bowl of noodles."

"Alright, please wait a moment." A deep and loud voice came from the kitchen.

For small restaurants like these, most of the time, there were no waiters. If there were, it would be the boss himself or his family.

Hearing the familiar voice, the corner of Shen Feng's mouth raised into a smile, he looked out of the window at the skyscrapers being constructed, and his heart was in turmoil.

Shen Feng was an abandoned baby, and was adopted by a grandfather who sold things on the street in the alley. His grandfather's income was unstable, and he could be said to have grown up eating all sorts of food in the alley.

When he left the Haining City back then, he was only a seventeen year old young man with dyed yellow hair who only knew how to drink and fight every day.

Now, seven years later, he had grown into a mature and resolute young man.

However, it was difficult to change one's nature. His originally handsome face had a scoundrelly smile. There was a shallow scar at the corner of his right eye, giving his face a heroic air.

"The noodles are here!" A crisp voice came from the kitchen.

A young girl with a pretty face walked out of the kitchen with a bowl of noodles. She seemed to be the boss's daughter.

She was only wearing an ordinary blouse, white suspenders, and blue jeans, yet she exuded a youthful and lively aura.

This girl was called Soong Xuefei, and was four years younger. She had been a little beauty since she was young, and when she was just entering junior high, she was often bullied by hooligans in school. Back then, Shen Feng had helped her out quite a bit.

The bowl was filled to the brim. She carefully carried it and slowly placed it on the table.

"Please enjoy." When she looked up at Shen Feng's face, she was stunned.

Shen Feng smiled as he looked at her: "Little Fei, do you still remember me?"

"You, you are brother Little Feng!" Soong Xuefei could not help but exclaim.

"I never thought that this little girl who only knows how to cry has already become a great beauty." Shen Feng smiled at Soong Xuefei.

Shen Feng's smile carried an air of a ruffian, Soong Xuefei looked at him and his face immediately turned red, but before he could speak with Shen Feng, the sound of a motorcycle came from outside, and three motorcycles stopped in front of the noodle shop.

The three motorcycles had a total of four people. These four people had dyed hair, earrings and were tattooed, as if they were afraid that no one would know that they were hooligans. Each of them even had a wooden bat in their hands.

Soong Xuefei's face immediately changed, and shouted to the kitchen: "Dad, they're here again!"

"Bam!" The glass door of the noodle store was smashed into smithereens.

"Motherf * cker, why did you still dare to open business here? You're tired of living!" The four of them stepped on the broken glass and shouted.

It turned out that this alley was about to be demolished. However, the compensation provided by the developers was extremely low, completely substandard. However, the developers hired some local hoodlums, causing the majority of the residents to be unable to bear the disturbance and were forced to sign the contracts.

Soong Xuefei's family refused to sign the contract, so these hoodlums would come to cause trouble from time to time.

The first person that the leader of the lackeys saw when he entered was Soong Xuefei. He immediately revealed a lecherous smile: "Little girl, we meet again."

Soong Xuefei was so scared that her face turned white, she retreated two steps, and stood up to protect Soong Xuefei behind him.

"Bro, I came here first. Why don't you tell me first come first served?" Shen Feng smiled at the green hair.

"Oh wow, a country bumpkin wants to be a escort." The green haired bully laughed, and the three people behind him also laughed.

Indeed, Shen Feng wore it too casually. On top of it was a short grey sleeved T-shirt that was washing to the point of being pale, and under it were camouflage pants and dusty land combat boots.

Just as he was about to use the bat in his hand to teach Shen Feng a lesson, a medium built middle aged man rushed out from the kitchen with a rolling pin in his left hand and a kitchen knife in his right.

He was Soong Xuefei's father, Soong Gui. In the past, Shen Feng always called him Uncle Song.

"You dare to smash into my shop, I'll fight you!" Soong Gui shouted towards the lackeys.

"What, you want to fight us?" The green haired bully turned around and said with a disdainful expression.

Then, he walked in front of Soong Gui with large strides, pointed at his own neck and said: "Use the kitchen knife in your hand to slash at this place."

Soong Gui was only an honest man who opened a noodle shop. His weapon was only for bravery, how would he dare to slash?

"You don't dare, right? Then let's use a rolling pin to hit them!" The hoodlum pointed at his head again.

Soong Gui looked down at the rolling pin in his hand, still not having the courage to continue the fight.

However, just as the hoodlum finished speaking, another voice entered his ears.

"Since you have such a request, I will fulfill it for you."

Shen Feng walked over with a big smile on his face. He snatched the rolling pin, and before the hoodlum could react, the rolling pin directly hit his head.

The green haired bully screamed and fell to the ground while clutching his head. Fresh blood immediately flowed out.

Shen Feng knew his limits and only gave him the power of a concussion. Otherwise, that swing would have killed him.

"Mind your own business, let's go!" Upon seeing this, the three people behind the green haired bully rushed forward with their baseball bats.

Shen Feng saw the three hoodlums rushing towards him, and he still had a smile on his face, "Uncle Song, let me use your blade."

Soong Gui subconsciously handed the kitchen knife over to Shen Feng. When he held the knife in his hand, Shen Feng's expression instantly changed.