Southern part of the Provincial City, a place relatively far from the city center.

This place was once prosperous in the history of the Provincial City, with the largest steel factory located nearby.

In the eighties and nineties, the factory employed tens of thousands of workers, with extremely high economic efficiency, contributing nearly one-sixth of the city's tax revenue.

However, as time passed, the nationwide overproduction in heavy industry impacted the steel factory's efficiency, and eventually, it couldn't withstand the tides of change and declared bankruptcy.

Nowadays, most workers have left; only the poorest, oldest families remain, having nowhere to go, still residing in the old factory dormitories, awaiting relocation.

At the edge of this shanty area, in a nearly forgotten corner, there's a repair stall.

Once upon a time, there was a veteran repairman here, setting up his stall during the boom years of the steel factory to fix bicycles for commuting workers.

But now, the old man is long gone, and the stall is run by a young man in his twenties.

The young man may be young, but his bike repair skills surpass those of his predecessors. With just a file and pliers, he can restore any bicycle to its original state, even better.

Despite this, the young man's business is becoming increasingly difficult.

In today's society, fewer and fewer people ride bicycles, with electric bikes and shared bikes having long replaced bicycles as the basic means of transport.

Sometimes, the young man waits all day without a single customer, enduring the sun and wind, with life becoming more and more constrained.

Old neighbors urge him to switch careers, not to waste his youth on an obsolete trade.

But the young man seems content with his lot, appearing here unwaveringly every day, even if there's nothing to do all day, never leaving.

This afternoon, as usual, the young man set up his stall, and as usual, there were no customers.

He lay on an old rocking chair, with a straw fan over his face, resting with his eyes closed.

All of a sudden, a Mercedes G63, an uncommon sight in the old town, drove into the street, heading straight for the young man's repair stall, amid the astonished gazes of many.

The young man frowned slightly, peeking through a gap in the straw fan at the steel beast breaking the peace of the old town, expressionless.

Soon, the Mercedes G53 stopped by the repair stall.

Then, the car door opened, and a woman of both impressive demeanor and appearance stepped out.

The woman wore high heels like a noble lady, exuding a dignified aura, akin to a phoenix descending from the heavens, walking directly to the stall.

"Jing Wuming, you truly have the patience to stay in such a rundown place, living a life of early dusk at such a young age."

The woman said mockingly to the young man.

"What do you want?" the young man asked indifferently without lifting his eyelids.

"Would I come here personally if it weren't important?"

The woman was Qi Mengge, who looked at the young man with an unambitious face, sneering coldly!

Others might not know who this young man is, but she knows perfectly well!

If the young man wanted, he could become the coveted target of every powerful family and faction in the Provincial City, enjoying inexhaustible riches.

Yet he insists on avoiding the worldly hustle, hiding in this deserted place to repair people's bicycles, which is truly incomprehensible.

"If you have something to say, say it. Your presence here affects my business."

The young man, Jing Wuming, sat up, casually took a box of already opened Great Front Door cigarettes from the stall, and retrieved a disposable lighter from his dry pocket, lighting the only remaining cigarette with a tone of impatience.

His features were undeniably handsome, yet his unkempt appearance, with stubble, undermined his naturally charming face.

Shallow scars on his left cheek hinted at stories untold and a sense of age that didn't match his years.

"All right, I'll be straightforward."

Qi Mengge said coldly, "This time, my father asked me to find you. You owe him a favor, which should be repaid."

Jing Wuming calmly exhaled a smoke ring, "Given the Qi Family's status now, what urgent matter could there be?"

"My father doesn't have one, but I do!"

Qi Mengge retorted mockingly, "You spend your days hiding in a place like this, content and carefree, naturally indifferent to what happens outside! I can't be bothered to explain much, just go to Binhai and kill a person for me. Once done, your account with the Qi Family will be settled."

"Binhai——"

"The person's name is Jiang Feng! He's my arch-nemesis. I'll send you his detailed information and location via my phone shortly; read it and just do it."

As she spoke, Qi Mengge took out her phone and sent a pre-written long string of information to Jing Wuming.

Jing Wuming took out his old Nokia and glanced at it.

"Of course, after you complete this task, should you decide to join the Qi Family, the door is always open for you."

Having finished coldly instructing, Qi Mengge didn't look at Jing Wuming again, just turned and left directly.

Jing Wuming watched Qi Mengge come and go in haste, then focused his gaze back on the phone screen, his expression deep.

...

Meanwhile, in Binhai.

After Jiang Feng returned from Binhe, he nonchalantly went to Zhuge Yuheng's home in Ruijing New City.

At this time, there were quite a few old acquaintances there.

Zhou Rongfa, Jia Youcai, Jiang Tianxing, Yang Wanli, Tao Guoyi, and even Pan Haoting were all present!

They had also come to visit Zhuge Yuheng.

Among them, Zhou Rongfa and Zhuge Yuheng felt the most connected, both having faced great perils, both only surviving due to Jiang Feng, turning danger into safety.

Through this experience, they found common ground, deepening their friendship considerably.

The group chatted, with almost every topic revolving around Jiang Feng.

Zhuge Yuheng just briefly recounted Jiang Feng's recent experience in Myanmar, astounding everyone present.

And just then, they also learned of the sensational news spreading through the province — Provincial City's influential figure Huangfu Qingzhi mysteriously disappeared without a trace!

This led them to suspect Jiang Feng's involvement, leaving them further astounded!

He indeed couldn't sit still, just causing a scene in Myanmar and now taking down a Sealed Boundary Officer-level figure in the Provincial City, inspiring both reverence and awe.

Just as they were deep into their conversation, Jiang Feng coincidentally entered.

The people in the living room immediately stood up and greeted him.

"Mr. Jiang, you're here. Fei'er and the others visited me this morning and have already left." Zhuge Yuheng said with a smile to Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng nodded, then directed his gaze toward Pan Haoting.

At this moment, Pan Haoting also wore an embarrassed smile, looking at Jiang Feng awkwardly, unsure of what to do.