CHAPTER 101: 98, BRUCE LEE POSSESSION CARD? HAN FEIFEI WAS STUNNED!

"Haha, so it’s ’rules for thee but not for me,’ huh? You’ve been awesome, so am I not allowed to show off a bit too? I’m an old Shanghai hand; allow me to enlighten you!" Luofeng mimicked her tone.

As for Shanghai’s most congested traffic areas, those would have to be the Pingnan Road Section, Huaihai Middle Road, and similar areas.

It just so happened that Luofeng’s home was in one of them.

About an hour later, Han Feifei’s Mazda finally turned into a small Hutong. She parked by the roadside and beckoned Luofeng out of the car.

"We’re here. Let’s go! I’ll take you to taste the most authentic Fried liver and bittern flapjack."

In the small Hutong, the roadside stalls were still bustling with people.

Although there was no signboard, their brisk business was clearly built on word-of-mouth reputation.

"What, you find it beneath you?" Han Feifei teased when she saw Luofeng sizing up the small eatery.

After all, back in Bangkok, she had pointed out Luofeng’s million-dollar watch. She had even flirted with him because he had a bodyguard, using it to intimidate the White guy who was following her.

Luofeng shook his head. "Far from it. It’s small shops like these that build the most anticipation!"

"Hmm, at least you have a discerning eye," Han Feifei hummed softly. "If I hadn’t reserved a spot, I’m telling you, we might have had to wait in line for half an hour."

Luofeng didn’t think she was bragging, because he could already see a queue forming at the entrance.

"In that case, I’m even more excited," Luofeng said earnestly.

Then, Han Feifei led Luofeng into the eatery and skillfully said, "Uncle Li, two servings of bittern flapjack. Also, two servings each of Fried liver and bittern flapjack. Plus, one Douzhi’er and a Scorched Ring, please."

"No problem!" a man with slightly graying hair replied in a robust voice. He glanced at Luofeng and smiled, "What’s this? Your boyfriend?"

"No, Uncle Li, don’t talk nonsense. He’s just a freshman. What boyfriend? Uncle Li, your eyesight must be failing you! There’s a generation gap between us," Han Feifei responded with a smile. Although she wasn’t much older, Han Feifei always liked to adopt the tone of an older sister.

Luofeng didn’t interject; it was clear that the owner and Han Feifei were very familiar with each other.

The owner, Uncle Li, kept working as he spoke. He expertly sliced Large Intestine and added it to the simmering bittern flapjack.

As Luofeng and Han Feifei took their seats, two servings of bittern flapjack were served within a few minutes.

"Quick, try it. How is it?" Han Feifei recommended. "Uncle Li has been honing his craft for twenty or thirty years; his skills are absolutely top-notch."

Luofeng was just about to reply when another man spoke up from the side.

"Beauty, my skills are top-notch too. Want to get acquainted? I guarantee a ’tasty’ experience, hehe!"

A clearly tipsy fellow made his way over.

Luofeng grumbled internally. This is the great Capital City, after all. What era is this? To think such outrageous things are still happening? Even small cities shouldn’t have these issues anymore, right?

Seeing this, Luofeng quietly opened his System inventory... Inside was a Bruce Lee possession card. If the other party really intended to cause trouble, Luofeng wouldn’t hesitate to use it and beat them till they couldn’t find their teeth.

But Luofeng remained silent for a long moment before standing up. Instead of acting aggressively, he said calmly, "Sponsors, you’re drunk."

"Sponsors? Who are you calling Sponsors, huh? Where did this bumpkin come from? Are you even worthy? Get lost!" The man, his face flushed red, glared fiercely at Luofeng and shoved him.

Luofeng deliberately took several steps back and said, "So, you struck first and insulted me. Now, I’m going to exercise my right to self-defense."

The red-faced man was taken aback by Luofeng’s statement.

Han Feifei, who had been expecting a good show, realized the script seemed to have gone off-track.

After Luofeng finished speaking, he threw a punch.

Because he had aimed carefully to avoid the man’s ribcage, the punch still caused excruciating pain.

Before the man could react, Luofeng shoved him again, sending him stumbling towards some nearby beer crates.

Luofeng had nothing to fear. With the Teacher Luo’s Possession Card, even if he got into legal trouble over this, Luofeng could emerge unscathed. Besides, the one ’wielding the gavel’ would also have to be careful. Of course, this card also has limitations; Luofeng can’t just do whatever he pleases. It’s not like he could hit someone without reason and then get away unscathed, right? This card protects justice. However, it wouldn’t shield him if he committed an unjust act in the name of justice. Everything has its limits. Of course, Luofeng felt there was likely no need to use the Teacher Luo’s Possession Card this time.

"Do you want to continue?"

Luofeng looked at the man on the ground, who was now reaching for a beer bottle. Does he intend to use that as a weapon?

In truth, after that one punch, the man had mostly lost his ability to fight back.

At this moment, a flicker of anxiety crossed Han Feifei’s face. After all, she had witnessed Luofeng’s ruthless methods firsthand in Bangkok—he was a formidable character. She also hadn’t expected Luofeng’s blows to be so incredibly painful.

That one punch seemed to carry the essence of an Inch Fist: delivered at extremely close range, yet with devastating explosive power.

"Go to hell!"

The man clearly wasn’t ready to give up. Mustering all his strength, he grabbed the beer bottle and swung it at Luofeng.

Luofeng immediately met him head-on, kicked the bottle from his grasp, then swiftly took him down, pressing him to the ground and applying a neck lock.

The hold resembled a chokehold from Bruce Lee’s movie, *Game of Death*.

But Luofeng had no intention of killing him.

Once the man passed out, Luofeng took out his phone and reported the incident himself. After quickly explaining the situation, he asked, "What’s the name of this place?"

"Three Blocks Alley," Han Feifei mumbled, her mind a complete blank.

The script is wrong. Wrong. Completely wrong! Why isn’t anyone yelling ’cut’?!

In fact, the drunken man had two friends at his table. However, after watching the scene unfold in stunned silence, they made no move to intervene.

They were utterly dumbfounded, watching Luofeng take down their friend in just a few moves.

"Alright, Comrade Officer, we’ve handled the situation here. Please come over quickly," Luofeng said before hanging up.

"Oh, right, Big Sis, please tell the owner to provide the surveillance footage. All of this will serve as evidence later," Luofeng instructed.

When someone gets drunk, actively provokes others, and even tries to use a bottle to cause trouble, Luofeng would generally have the moral high ground in such situations. However, it couldn’t be definitively ruled out as mutual combat by the authorities.

Despite this, Luofeng’s expression remained completely unconcerned. Heh. With the Wish List in hand, how could he not know what Han Feifei was thinking? This little miss in her uniform was certainly full of schemes.

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