The news that Xiao Feng was hired as a special advisor by the police station quickly reached Shen Tianze through Miao Youmin.

At this time, inside the wealthy club, including Shen Tianze and Chang Xinyan, there were seven or eight young elites sitting around, each with a sullen face and no one speaking.

Among them, the most frustrated person was, of course, Shen Tianze.

When he saw the video of Xiao Feng brutally beating up Duan Li starting to spread widely online, he immediately contacted his PR team.

First, they spent money to buy hot topics, then hired a large number of online trolls, determined to blow up the matter, the bigger the impact, the better.

At the beginning, it was indeed going smoothly, at least in Jiangcheng, where the incident was already widely discussed with everyone talking about it with relish.

But who would have thought that, after less than two hours, Xiao Feng suddenly transformed, going from rags to riches, and became a special advisor to the police station, rendering all that money wasted.

Of course, the financial loss was secondary for Shen Tianze; the key issue was the suddenness of the development, leaving all the young elites somewhat unable to react.

At this moment, someone spoke up: "I think there are two things we should do now. First, find out about the background of that Shi Jiaxin, and second, hire a group to hold banners and protest in front of the police station."

Chang Xinyan clapped sarcastically, "I agree with you, now you go ahead and carry it out."

The person who spoke immediately fell silent.

No one here is a fool; they naturally know how to handle the current situation.

But the crux of the problem is that without figuring out Shi Jiaxin's background, no one wants to be the first to show initiative.

If Shi Jiaxin turns out to be someone with immense influence, causing trouble now would clearly be asking for some serious problems.

After a period of silence, Chang Xinyan spoke up, "Gentlemen, forgive me for being blunt, but if we all remain so cautious, then I see no need to continue with this bet."

Most people nodded in agreement upon hearing this.

Previously, everyone was lying low, wanting to observe and watch for others to make a move first.

As a result, until now, no one had made the first move, and it seemed everyone was surprisingly patient about this matter…

The next moment, everyone seemed to have a mutual understanding and unanimously looked toward Shen Tianze.

After all, the root of this matter lay with Shen Tianze, and the biggest conflict with Xiao Feng was also his. If anyone should take the first step, it had to be Shen Tianze.

Shen Tianze's gaze swept over the faces around him, and after a long internal struggle, he gritted his teeth and said, "Alright, since none of you are willing to start, I'll do it."

This was precisely what Chang Xinyan and others were waiting for; opening the first line is the hardest part, but once the first shot is fired, subsequent actions become easier.

In fact, Shen Tianze had made this decision somewhat out of necessity.

On one hand, he knew that once the bet was dissolved, he would have to return to dealing with Xiao Feng all by himself, which he absolutely did not want to see.

But on the other hand, these past few days, Shen Hongcai would sporadically warn him not to target Xiao Feng.

Shen Tianze couldn't understand this regardless of how much he pondered, repeatedly trying to inquire subtly, but Shen Hongcai never gave a direct answer.

However, saying any more wasn't going to help, Shen Tianze had to take action now.

…

On another side, Xiao Feng held a cup of tea, looking at Shi Jiaxin, nodding in satisfaction, "Not bad, just like this, keep holding on!"

At this moment, the bangs on Shi Jiaxin's forehead were sticking to her forehead, with beads of sweat rolling down her cheeks and hanging off her chin, making it hard not to feel sympathy just seeing from afar.

Her hands stretched out horizontally, surrounded by densely packed needles, allowing almost no room for movement, not even a centimeter.

It could be said that if Shi Jiaxin slightly moved her hand, she would experience what it truly means to have pain penetrate to the bone.

"Isn't this a bit too much?" Song Keren couldn't help but voice her concern for her friend. This wasn't training; it was clearly a disguised form of torment.

Xiao Feng cast her a glance, replying as usual, "I don't talk to people who burn bridges after crossing."

Song Keren couldn't hold back any longer, retorting angrily, "When did I ever burn bridges after crossing them?! Did I ever say I wouldn't help you find a solution?"

"Now that the problem's solved, what's the use of saying this?" Xiao Feng laughed, "Isn't it too late to be offering milk after the baby has died?"

"…" Song Keren was so infuriated she could almost punch him to death, but she also understood that she wasn't a match for him.

Of course, the main issue was the inappropriate setting; in any other place, even if she couldn't win, Song Keren would've lost her temper long ago.

"Hiss..."

The sound of a sharp intake of breath broke the silence, and Song Keren and Xiao Feng both turned to look at Shi Jiaxin. There was a small red dot slowly spreading on the back of her left hand, clearly punctured by a needle.

"Are you alright?" Song Keren asked with some concern.

Shi Jiaxin shook her head, her expression full of stubbornness, her eyes exuding extreme determination!

To gain something, one must make sacrifices; that's a universal rule. Shi Jiaxin was already prepared for the hardship.

As time passed, about fifteen minutes later, Shi Jiaxin finally couldn't hold on, her hands trembling as she tried to pull them out from the densely spiked custom tool.

However, this seemed like a vicious cycle, when suddenly struck by pain, the body instinctively moves, triggering a chain reaction.

"Ah!" Shi Jiaxin yelped, the expression on her face showing clear agony as five needles pierced her skin.

This threw her into a panic, desperately trying to keep her hands steady, but the more she tried, the less she succeeded.

At the critical moment, Xiao Feng stepped forward, standing behind Shi Jiaxin, and firmly grasping her wrists, helped her withdraw her hands without causing further harm.

Song Keren stood by, watching the ambiguous posture between the two, feeling an inexplicable discomfort, couldn't help but think: Could he be doing this intentionally to take advantage?

Just as she was thinking this, Xiao Feng said, "Whether you're practicing knife or sword, the basic requirement is to stabilize your hands. Don't worry, the needle pricks won't scar, but avoid getting them wet these next couple of days."

Shi Jiaxin took a deep breath and sincerely asked, "How was my performance?"

"Barely passing," Xiao Feng considered before replying, "Once you can stay still for half an hour, you'll have reached the introductory level."

Song Keren interjected, "It takes half an hour to reach the entry level, so what level are you? And how long can you hold out?"

"Heh, I don't…" Xiao Feng instinctively wanted to repeat his line: I don't talk to people who burn bridges after crossing.

But upon seeing Song Keren's eyes that could kill at any moment, he retracted his words, coughed twice, and said: "Never really measured it, but staying still for a couple of hours is easy. As for the level… probably about master level."

"You're really not humble at all," Song Keren said with annoyance, then raised an eyebrow, "Aren't you supposed to let go now?"

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