Found 100 Million In My Rented Apartment Chapter 2088 -

The deliveryman, a practitioner of martial arts for two decades, had attained the pinnacle of light force by the age of thirty. He was recognized as a formidable expert within the black market, his undefeated streak since his debut an undeniable testament to his prowess. Little did he fathom that a seemingly minor assignment would lead to an encounter with a practitioner of internal force!

Despite his extensive involvement in the martial world for years, he remained utterly unaware of the existence of internal force martial artists in Lingnan!

"Incorrect," Ye Feng declared, intensifying the pressure from his legs.

"Crack."

A pained snap resonated from the deliveryman's sternum.

"I'll talk! I swear, I'll tell you everything!" The so-called "deliveryman" finally succumbed. "It was Chen Shimei! Chen Shimei sent me!"

Ye Feng eased his grip. "Chen Shimei? The second young master of the Chen family, from the Fenghua Jewelry Group of South Guangdong?"

"Yes, yes! That's him!" The "deliveryman" gasped for air, his words tumbling out rapidly. "He paid me five million to… to break both of your legs…"

"Where is the proof?" Ye Feng inquired.

"I have it, I have the transfer records! And the WeChat chat logs too!" With his still-functional left hand, the "deliveryman" fumbled for his phone. He unlocked it with trembling fingers and opened the WeChat application.

Ye Feng took the phone, his gaze sweeping over the screen.

Chen Shimei's profile picture was ostentatious, and his messages were imperious. "Shatter both of his legs. An additional million will be yours once it's done." A candid photograph of Ye Feng was attached below the text.

The transfer record was unambiguous: five million yuan had been sent from an account verified as belonging to "Chen Shimei."

"Excellent," Ye Feng stated, pocketing the phone. He then hoisted the "deliveryman" as if he were a sack of goods. "You're fortunate today."

The deliveryman stared at him, paralyzed by fear.

"Had you struck my head with that cudgel just now, you would be a dead man," Ye Feng remarked. As he stripped the deliveryman's clothing, he bound him securely and unceremoniously tossed him into the trunk.

"Thud!"

The trunk lid slammed shut.

Ye Feng brushed imaginary dust from his hands before turning to open the car door and settle into the back seat.

Inside the vehicle, Chen Xuan and Zhang Youting watched him with evident anxiety.

"Lil Feng, are you alright?" Chen Xuan's eyes scanned him thoroughly.

"I'm fine," Ye Feng replied with a smile, then addressed Zhang Youting, "Drive to Fenghua Jewelry Group of South Guangdong."

"Now?" Zhang Youting appeared taken aback. "But that fellow just now…"

"A mere trifle, an insignificant interlude," Ye Feng stated dismissively with a smile, offering no further explanation.

Seeing his nonchalance, Chen Xuan and Zhang Youting remained confused but refrained from further inquiry.

Retreating to their respective seats, they waited for Ye Feng to close the car door before starting the engine and heading directly towards the Fenghua Jewelry Group of South Guangdong.

At this precise moment, a cold glint flashed in Ye Feng's eyes.

Previously, Chen Shimei's aggressive actions at Lingyun Real Estate could be attributed to impulse. However, his deliberate hiring of a peak light force stage martial artist for an ambush was an entirely different matter.

Judging by the exchanged messages between Chen Shimei and the deliveryman, such clandestine operations were not new for him.

This visit to Fenghua Jewelry Group of South Guangdong necessitated a reevaluation of his stance towards Chen Shimei, and perhaps even his father, Chen Dehan.

Once the car was in motion, Ye Feng recalled the details Chen Xuan and Zhang Youting had shared regarding the state of Fenghua Jewelry Group. His eyes flickered momentarily as he retrieved his phone and swiftly composed a message.

Shortly after Ye Feng sent his message, his phone vibrated several times, signaling the arrival of more communications.

Upon finishing his review of the messages, Ye Feng promptly set his phone aside and closed his eyes, seeking a moment of rest.

As the car halted, arriving at the entrance of Fenghua Jewelry Group of South Guangdong, he reopened his eyes. He promptly proceeded towards the front desk with Chen Xuan and Zhang Youting.

"President Chen, Secretary Zhang, are you… Are you looking for Young Master Chen?" The receptionist, clearly familiar with Chen Xuan and Zhang Youting, immediately reached for the phone upon seeing them. "I shall announce your arrival."

Chen Xuan and Zhang Youting simultaneously turned to look at Ye Feng.

"Directly contact Chairman Niu and inform him that Ye Feng has arrived," Ye Feng instructed with a smile.

"Chairman Niu?" The receptionist visibly hesitated. "You and our Chairman Niu… Do you know him?"

"Kindly place the call," Ye Feng replied, foregoing any additional explanation.

Perhaps sensing Chen Xuan's respectful demeanor, the receptionist paused briefly, then proceeded to make a call.

"Why have you come here?" A voice, tinged with mild surprise, inquired from behind him.