Unstoppable Crushing: Starting from Adding Points in Dreams
Chapter 78 - 74: Riot, Chaotic Scene! (Please Subscribe)_2

Chapter 78: Chapter 74: Riot, Chaotic Scene! (Please Subscribe)_2

"Unfortunately, the status of an Official Disciple is a threshold, let alone, he also sensed some targeting towards him from Cao Tong."

Thinking of this, Chen Feng’s gaze flickered slightly, gradually suppressing the distracting thoughts.

Ultimately, it was still a matter of strength, he hoped that tonight he could continue discovering Breakthrough Light Groups within the Dream Realm, to break through the Flame Tiger Stance into the Tiger Roar Realm.

Suddenly, the vehicle started moving.

He sat in the rear window seat of the bus, gradually calming his mind, watching the surrounding streetscape retreat.

Half an hour later, the supermarket was in sight.

However, before he even reached the bus stop, he saw the bus slow down gradually, stopping by the roadside.

"Why did we stop?"

"Is there a traffic jam up ahead?"

"Huh? Look, seems like there’s another protest?"

Elderly men and women inside the bus were surprised and discussed, Chen Feng frowned and looked forward along the bus window.

The broad asphalt road was filled with vehicles, and the constant honking sounded incessantly.

At the pedestrian crossing, a crowd with banners stood, consisting of both the young and middle-aged, many with faces flushed and shouting excitedly.

"Protest!"

"Protest against the new regulations of the United Council!"

"Strict population controls must be enforced, outsiders..."

The shouting was spirited, and for a time, it even suppressed the sound of vehicle horns beside the road.

"Another protest?"

Frowning, Chen Feng recalled the last protest, which was reported to be related to Utopia.

That last time...

Bang!!!

A loud explosion suddenly erupted, causing someone inside the bus to fall over.

Interrupted in his thoughts, Chen Feng looked in the direction of the noise reflexively.

He could see a large jewelry store in the distance, engulfed in flames and billowing smoke, followed by a fast-paced sequence of gunshots.

Bang Bang Bang!

After a few sounds, someone was seen flying out from it, crashing through the glass, and smashing onto the wall across the street.

Blood burst splattering in a mix of white and red, frightening everyone on the streets who stared wide-eyed, frozen in place.

Even the protesters were silenced, remaining frozen and immobile.

Thud!

Soon, the gunfire ceased, and a dull sound followed.

Many eyes watched inside.

The thudding continued, as if a monster was emerging from the jewelry store.

Eventually, as the smoke cleared.

Thud!

A silver-gray Transformed Person wearing a mask, carrying a huge metallic box several cubic meters in size, was seen walking out, step by step stably.

"Is it him?"

Focusing his gaze, Chen Feng vaguely saw a pattern on the left chest of the person.

Before he could collect himself, he saw a large cargo Flying Car arriving, stopping by the roadside.

With a bang, the huge metallic box was thrown onto it.

The silver-gray Transformed Person leaped onto the Flying Car and sped away.

Whoosh!

The tail flame was ejected, breaking the sound barrier.

Chen Feng watched as the cargo Flying Car brushed past the bus outside.

During the brief eye contact, the distance briefly closed.

He was one hundred percent sure; this was the Transformed Person from Utopia who had blocked him from leaving outside the Tianheng Company building.

"Robbery!"

"So much gold!"

Suddenly, the crowd outside erupted into chaos again.

Unsure who started it, but soon the protesting crowd scattered, many of whom rushed into the aforementioned large jewelry store.

Including some passersby who had regained their senses, a few covered their faces and followed quickly taking advantage of the chaos.

The scene was momentarily chaotic; seeing the bus was temporarily unable to leave, stuck by the roadside.

Chen Feng shook his head and eventually chose to get off the bus and hurriedly head towards Yonglefu Supermarket.

The air was filled with a faint smell of gunpowder, a remnant of the earlier explosion.

The continuous sound of footsteps echoed around, most passersby appearing shocked, frightened, and pale as they left.

Bang!

A jewelry shop had its glass smashed.

But soon, gunshots followed, along with screams of pain.

Those taking advantage of the chaos, some of whom were hit by bullets, fell to the ground wailing, while a few bold individuals turned their attention to the bystanders.

"Your phone!"

"Ah, my bag."

Shouts ensued, and the chaotic scene frequently appeared.

Chen Feng remained expressionless, simply walking forward indifferently.

Bang!

A thin bespectacled girl getting her bag snatched fell under a nearby street lamp.

But even so, she still clung tightly to her brown leather bag, gritting her teeth in fear, refusing to let go.

"Don’t rob my bag!"

"Please, I beg you!"

"Go to hell!"

The youth in the hoodie kicked the other person, while Chen Feng walked by without a sideways glance.

Click!

Soon, his calf was grabbed.

Looking down, he saw a frail girl with glasses; her pale face grimaced as she clutched the zipper of her handbag with one hand and his pant leg with the other, looking up pleadingly.

"Please help me."

"Kid, don’t look for trouble, understand?"

The youth in the hoodie looked uneasy facing Chen Feng’s tall build.

But perhaps driven by a surge of aggression, he pulled out a switchblade from his pocket and waved it around.

Without a word, Chen Feng stood silently in place.

He gazed down slightly at the frail girl.

Less than 1.6 meters tall, her shoulder-length hair was disheveled, and her white short sleeve shirt had two footprints on it.

Her face had acne scars, and her glasses were thick.

Narrowing his eyes slightly, Chen Feng felt a sense of familiarity.

"Please, please help me!"

"This bag is very important to me..."

"Wang Hanwen?"

Narrowing his eyes, Chen Feng interrupted her.

He remembered from his former self’s memories, the former class president of his high school, who had contacted him privately before about a class reunion.

Suddenly, the pleading frail girl was taken aback.

Conversely, the youth with the switchblade felt something was amiss, his face showing an ugly mix of rage and threat.

"Kid, get lost now!"

"If you don’t leave, believe it or not, I’ll kill you..."

Bam!

A side kick, the sound cut off.

The person flew backward like a bent bow, spitting saliva and crashing to the ground after several rolls.

"Holy shit, Da Qiang!"

Someone shouted from afar, seemingly the companion of the person.

Hasty footsteps sounded, the blade of the switchblade reflected in mid-air, revealing a fierce and ruthless shine.

Wang Hanwen, lying disheveled on the ground, changed face and tried to warn.

But the next second.

A tall and burly figure blocked all the light, and a thick hand reached out casually.

Dodging the blade, it grabbed the newcomer’s hair at the back of his head.

Then.

Bang!!!

With sudden force, he smashed it against a street lamp pole; a crisp sound reverberated around.

The rusty metal was dented several inches, and with a ding, the switchblade fell powerless.

The atmosphere fell silent, both thugs lying unconscious with blood dripping from their scalps, eyes rolled back.

Instantly, the other passersby stopped in their tracks, frozen as if seeing a beast.

[Fear +1!]

[Fear +1!]

[Fear +1!]

The panel notifications appeared rapidly but didn’t last long.

Glancing at the other passersby who hastily moved away, Chen Feng silently shook his head, then looked back down at the frail figure on the ground.

"Can you get up?"

As the words fell, silence for a second.

"Ah! Yes! Yes!"

Wang Hanwen finally snapped back to reality, quickly scrambling to stand.

She pushed up her thick glasses, her face still showing a mix of relief, shock, and confusion.

"Th-thank you for saving me."

"Excuse me, are you Chen Feng?"

"Mm."

Chen Feng nodded indifferently.

Getting the answer, Wang Hanwen stood with her mouth agape, seemingly in disbelief.

"Really, it’s you?"

Was this truly the same frail, reserved classmate from high school?

Hearing this, Chen Feng did not respond.

Instead, Perception activated, and he looked up at the sky not far away.

Wang Hanwen, somewhat dazed, instinctively followed his gaze.

Skyscrapers towered, the sun almost setting.

A usual and typical scene, but her confusion grew.

However, quickly, the sound grew louder, and several flying cars rushed through the sky.

Blue and red lights flashed continuously, followed by a series of tear gas canisters falling.

Within ten seconds or so, more than ten fully armed security officers landed on the ground, securing the scene.

Seeing this, Chen Feng’s gaze sharpened, spotting yet another familiar figure.