Chapter 1179 - 1179: Intermediate Level Disguise

In the tea house on the second floor, everyone looked at Xiao Feng in disbelief.

Except for the young man's painful howls and the sound of his stomping feet, there was no other noise.

Even Pei Dengke, who was sitting next to Xiao Feng, was dumbfounded. He never imagined that the so-called "teaching" would be so simple, crude, and reckless!

However, Xiao Feng, who was the center of attention, remained unfazed and asked, "Is there a slaughterhouse nearby?"

"A sl, slaughterhouse..." Pei Dengke was taken aback, not understanding why Xiao Feng suddenly asked this, but answered honestly, "As far as I know, there isn't a slaughterhouse nearby.

And according to regulations, it seems that slaughterhouses aren't allowed to be built, either."

Xiao Feng frowned, "No? That's strange.

If there's no slaughterhouse, then how did I just hear the sound of a dog or pig being killed?

The cries were miserable, didn't you hear them?"

"Uh..." Pei Dengke glanced at the young man who was gasping for breath, feeling a bit lost for words.

"Friend, isn't this a bit too much!" Wang Zhiping slammed the table and glared angrily.

Xiao Feng still acted as if nothing had happened, shrugging at Pei Dengke, saying, "See, some people need to know what pain is before they acknowledge you.

To put it bluntly, this kind of person is just spineless, a typical bully of the weak!"

"Damn it!" Wang Zhiping cursed loudly, picked up a tea bowl from the table and was about to throw it at Xiao Feng, but was stopped by the woman with smokey makeup.

Others might not have noticed, but she clearly saw that Xiao Feng's seemingly casual splash wasn't something just anyone could do.

Especially on the carpet, there were no obvious splash marks, like water squirted directly from a water gun, hitting its target precisely, which was more horrifying!

These details seemed trivial, but often these seemingly trivial details could reveal a lot...

"Sir, it seems you're not from Kyoto?" The woman's gaze fixed on Xiao Feng, her tone neutral.

Xiao Feng sized her up and nodded calmly, "So what if I'm not from Kyoto?

If non-humans can enter this place, can't an outsider like me come?"

"You don't have to be so hostile. I was just asking casually." The woman smiled lightly, walked straight toward Xiao Feng, and extended her right hand, "I'm Lin Bingqiao. If you don't mind, we could be friends."

"Bingqiao, you..." Wang Zhiping showed obvious displeasure.

But Lin Bingqiao ignored him, still smiling at Xiao Feng, her eyes showing no hostility.

Xiao Feng lowered his gaze, glanced at her fair palm, chuckled softly, then suddenly stepped forward and grabbed her wrist to his chest.

"Let her go, damn it!" Wang Zhiping couldn't hold back any longer and threw the tea bowl he was holding.

Xiao Feng dodged sideways, but the hand holding Lin Bingqiao's wrist didn't let go.

"What does this mean, sir?" Lin Bingqiao frowned slightly.

"Shouldn't I be asking you this?" Xiao Feng replied mockingly. Then with his other hand's thumb, he pressed Lin Bingqiao's wrist and quickly gave a tug.

"Rip!"

The sound was like tape being peeled off or a cloth being torn apart.

Wang Zhiping cursed, "Damn it! How dare you..."

But before he could finish, he couldn't continue.

Because in Xiao Feng's hand, there appeared a square piece, the size of a palm, looking similar to human skin.

The most surprising thing was that it even had the lines of a human palm!

This revelation made everyone shocked, and simultaneously they looked at Lin Bingqiao's palm, only to see it was undamaged.

"Brother Ba, this, this..." Pei Dengke was so surprised he didn't know what to say.

And the others were no better, now they could only stare at Xiao Feng blankly, waiting for his next move.

Xiao Feng didn't keep them waiting long; he took three hair-thin Silver Needles from that piece of "skin".

Then he waved them in front of Lin Bingqiao and said with a smirk, "Is this how you make friends?"

"How did you find out?" Lin Bingqiao asked coldly, her face like it was covered in frost.

Xiao Feng, of course, didn't answer, smiling as he brought her palm forward, returning both the "skin" and the three Silver Needles to her.

In fact, his ability to see through Lin Bingqiao's disguise was thanks to the not-so-famous master of disguise—Neng Ren.

Though Xiao Feng had good eyesight, he couldn't possibly achieve the fiery eyes of Sun Wukong, who could see through all deception.

During the classes with Xiao Feng and the others, Neng Ren would use time after each session.

He would explain levels of disguise, how to see through others' disguises, and how not to let one's own disguise be seen through to everyone.

Eventually, by the end of all the courses, this skill of seeing through disguises had been subtly imparted to Xiao Feng and the others by Neng Ren.

Of course, knowing is one thing, but mastering and applying it skillfully depends on personal understanding.

And Xiao Feng, in terms of understanding, never lacked!

Judging by the disguise on Lin Bingqiao's hand, Xiao Feng considered it just average level, still several grades lower than the mask on his face.

At this moment, the atmosphere on the second floor turned tense and delicate...

With Lin Bingqiao "having needles in her hand," anyone could see her intention.

Xiao Feng saw through the disguise but said nothing, which inevitably made people a bit uneasy.

Just then, a rush of footsteps came from the stairwell.

"Where's Wang Zhiping? Get out here, damn it!"

Qi Guanghe's voice rang out before he appeared.

Soon, a group of twenty or thirty people ran up to the second floor, Qi Guanghe the last to arrive, and concernedly asked Pei Dengke, "Didn't suffer any loss, did you?"

Before Pei Dengke could respond, Wang Zhiping snorted coldly, "Your people didn't suffer. Mine suffered a lot."

He said, pointing to the young man with a red, blistered chin.

Qi Guanghe frowned slightly. His question to Pei Dengke was perfunctory, much like asking if someone has eaten when meeting them on the street.

The reasoning is simple, he's dealt with Wang Zhiping enough to know that while he has a sharp tongue, he understands boundaries. Things were unlikely to get physical.

But now, it seemed like things were going awry...

"Brother Pei, what's going on?" Qi Guanghe turned to ask.

Pei Dengke stepped forward to elucidate, "The second floor was reserved by Brother Ba and me for tea and chatting, but Wang Zhiping brought a bunch of people up, calling me your dog.

Then, Ma Digua and Zhang Chengzai started making up songs to insult, and Brother Ba, not wanting to see me humiliated, splashed him with tea."

As soon as he finished, Zhang Chengzai, with a blistered chin, angrily yelled, "It wasn't tea, it was boiling water, boiling water!

Hiss... Oh no!"