No matter how you look at it, they're just petty thugs!

Outside, a torrential downpour accompanied by thunder and lightning raged fiercely. Flashes of lightning were followed by booming thunderclaps, sounding as if the world were ending. Chen Feng relished this atmosphere. Assassinations under the cover of a stormy night provided an ideal environment; he was long accustomed to operating amid heavy rains. If his opponents were unaccustomed to such conditions, their downfall was inevitable.

Wang Xiaodie was taking a shower, but Chen Feng paid her no mind and instead headed toward Lin Shanshan’s room. When Lin Shanshan opened the door, Chen Feng caught sight of her wearing a pink, semi-transparent camisole nightgown that accentuated her ample bosom, making her irresistibly alluring. Fortunately, Chen Feng had enough self-control to resist—after all, she was his girlfriend in name at least.

Fearing someone might see them, Chen Feng quickly stepped inside and closed the door behind him. He wrapped his arms around Lin Shanshan’s slender waist and said, "Beautiful, have you thought it through? It’s about time you did what a girlfriend should do, isn’t it?"

“Don’t get any ideas, or I’ll scream! Let’s see how long you stay here then,” Lin Shanshan warned, gently tapping his hand. She then walked into the room, leaned against the bed, and tucked herself under the covers to watch television.

Chen Feng followed her in, slipped off his slippers, jumped onto the bed, and leaned against Lin Shanshan. “How about lending me your warmth to rest on?” he teased softly.

Crash!

A sudden flash of lightning was followed by a deafening thunderclap that startled Lin Shanshan, causing her to nestle into Chen Feng’s embrace. He immediately felt an unusual sensation from her chest, which sent a pleasant thrill through him. Holding her tightly, Chen Feng reassured her, “Don’t be afraid. I’m here with you.”

“Many years ago, my father died in a car accident on a stormy night like this,” Lin Shanshan recalled in a somber tone, quite unlike her usual sharp and scolding self. “Ever since, every time it rains and thunders, I get scared—terrified that something like that might happen again.”

So this was the source of her fear of thunder and lightning. Chen Feng patted her back gently and said, “Don’t worry. From now on, I’ll be here with you whenever it storms. Come, let’s watch some TV together.”

Adjusting his position, Chen Feng sat in the middle of the bed, leaning against the headboard. Lin Shanshan sat in front of him, and he pulled the blanket over both of them, wrapping his arms around her waist so she could rest against his chest.

“Chen Feng, you’ve done so much for the Frost and Snow Guild, yet you’re being forced to leave. The guild never stood up for you. Do you regret joining us?” Lin Shanshan suddenly brought up recent guild matters. “Big Sister said that even if you didn’t join us, she’d still have a good time.”

“What’s there to regret? Playing games alone is so dull. Even if I became the top player, what good is it if I’m all by myself? It’s so boring. It’s way better to be holding a stunning beauty like you,” Chen Feng coaxed in a low voice. “How about you comfort me on behalf of the guild? Let me touch your chest, how’s that?”

Everyone already saw Chen Feng as a little rascal; a little indulgence wouldn’t matter anymore.

Seeing Lin Shanshan blush and lower her head, Chen Feng knew he had succeeded. Quickly, he slipped down her camisole strap, then expertly unfastened her bra and tossed it aside. His hands slipped under her arms, grasping her ample bosom. The sudden rush of sensation invigorated him instantly.

The usually proud Lin Shanshan had, after all, fallen into his grasp. Even a small-time rascal could hold a beautiful, wealthy woman in his arms. Her breasts were extraordinarily large; Chen Feng’s hand could only cover half of each, and twisting them felt incredibly satisfying. Lin Shanshan writhed a few times under his unrestrained touch, but held fast in his embrace, she couldn’t break free.

“Let’s just stop here!” Chen Feng finally admitted he couldn’t hold back any longer and reached downward, but Lin Shanshan stopped him.

“Take it slow!” Chen Feng realized that rushing was impossible. This wasn’t a one-time affair; he wanted to be able to come and go as he pleased, so patience was necessary. Forcing things now might work, but who knew if there’d be another chance.

Her large breasts were not only beautiful but a delight to touch. Lin Shanshan’s petite frame made them seem even more impressive, and the sensation was thrilling. Yet, he could only touch and not proceed further, which made Chen Feng incredibly restless. He had never experienced such restraint before—usually, once he was up to it, he could indulge. Now, he had to hold back.

Thinking this over, he decided to just hold Lin Shanshan and sleep, to ease his frustration. Seeing Chen Feng slow down, Lin Shanshan lay down beside him.

The next morning, Chen Feng, of course, didn’t let Lin Shanshan off the hook, fondling and kissing her until his passion nearly exploded. Only then did he reluctantly retreat to the bathroom to splash cold water on his face and calm down.

“You little pervert, aren’t you coming out yet?” Lin Shanshan called from outside after a while.

Chen Feng wrapped a towel around his waist and stepped out. Seeing Lin Shanshan smiling at the door, he teased, “Beautiful, if you let me get a little closer, I wouldn’t mind you calling me that!”

“You wish!” Lin Shanshan was used to his teasing. “Didn’t you say you have a reunion this afternoon? Shouldn’t you get ready?”

It was already 10 a.m., and with preparations and travel, it was about time. Chen Feng dressed and returned to his room. Wang Xiaodie wasn’t online but was tidying up her clothes. She was surprised to see Chen Feng enter with Lin Shanshan, since he hadn’t come home the previous night. Could he have run off to Lin Shanshan’s place?

“Quick, change your clothes. Xiaodie and I will help you see if they suit you,” Lin Shanshan said, bringing out some outfits she had picked for Chen Feng before, which he hadn’t had the chance to wear until now. Meeting his middle school classmates was a good chance to revisit the past.

Lin Shanshan helped Chen Feng choose a pair of dress pants and a shirt and sent him to the bathroom to change. When Chen Feng emerged, both women pointed and commented, prompting him to try several different outfits. They finally settled on business trousers and a light blue shirt. Chen Feng disliked dressing so formally, leaving the top two buttons undone and rolling up his sleeves.

Looking at Chen Feng’s somewhat handsome but decidedly unrefined face and his relaxed stance, Wang Xiaodie couldn’t help but laugh. “Chen Feng, no matter what you wear, you’ll always look like a street punk.”

“So what!” Chen Feng was completely unfazed. He never pretended to be refined; this was just his personality. What did it matter if he was a rascal? After all, weren’t these two going to take care of him?

“Not even an elementary school diploma, and you’re trying to be all fancy with your English!” Lin Shanshan couldn’t understand how Chen Feng, despite his amnesia, spoke English so fluently that he could communicate with players worldwide. As a foreign language major, she wasn’t as proficient as he was. She really wondered what Chen Feng had done before.

Watching the two beauties eyeing him, Chen Feng’s gaze drifted to their chests. He imagined what it would be like to hold them both, one hand grasping each bosom.

Seeing the women about to lose their composure, Chen Feng quickly averted his eyes and said, “Forget it, this outfit’s good enough!”

Chen Feng didn’t have a driver’s license, but he could drive. Hopefully, he wouldn’t be unlucky enough to encounter the police tonight. He borrowed a car from Cheng Xue but didn’t head straight to the reunion villa. First, he went to the bank to withdraw 200,000 in cash, then to his aunt’s current residence. Liu Xiaoxiao had already told Chen Feng about his aunt’s situation: the family was struggling, her husband unemployed, their son jobless, and their daughter still in school.

Arriving at a low, rundown bungalow, Chen Feng parked by the roadside. As he stepped out and looked at the house, flashes of memories flickered through his mind, but he couldn’t recall anything clearly. He was certain he had spent a long time in this place before—otherwise, how could he have any impression despite being brainwashed?

“What else can a guy like me do if I’m uneducated and unskilled besides being a street punk?” A 165-centimeter-high flat-top youth emerged from the dilapidated yard, speaking loudly. A middle-aged woman chased after him, grabbing his arm to stop him, but he shrugged her off and pushed her aside.

“What are you staring at? Never seen a son push his own mother?” The flat-top youth flipped Chen Feng the middle finger as he passed by, but Chen Feng grabbed his hand, twisted it behind his back, shoved him forward, and kicked him in the back, knocking him to the ground. Removing his sunglasses, Chen Feng smiled, “No skills but still acting tough, you’re just a spoiled brat!”

“Chen Feng? Is that really you?” The middle-aged woman froze upon seeing Chen Feng’s face. She approached him, stunned, like she was seeing her long-lost son.

The flat-top youth wanted to get up and fight Chen Feng, but when his mother mentioned the cousin’s name, a thought struck him. Earlier, Chen Feng was wearing sunglasses, making it hard to recognize him, but now he saw some resemblance. Still, he thought Chen Feng was just another street punk—how could he have a car and dress so well? Hearing his mother’s words, his interest was piqued.

Chen Feng had left home for some unknown reason and hadn’t returned for five years. Could he have come back now because he had made a fortune?

“Auntie, I am Chen Feng. I was in a car accident and lost my memory. I recently met some middle school classmates who told me you lived here,” Chen Feng confirmed his identity.

“Memory loss?” The woman’s eyes widened. “As long as you’re safe, the memory will come back slowly. Come inside, come inside.”

“Auntie, I came back this time hoping you could tell me about my past,” Chen Feng said, taking a bag from the car and following her inside.

The flat-top youth saw that his once idolized cousin no longer had his temper and hurried over to help Chen Feng with his bag. “Brother, let me carry that for you.”

As Chen Feng and his aunt went inside, the flat-top youth quietly unzipped the bag and saw it was filled with cash. He zipped it up quickly, wary of others finding out. It seemed Chen Feng had come to give money—indeed, his cousin hadn’t forgotten him despite becoming wealthy. Yet, he couldn’t imagine how Chen Feng, once a mere street punk, had made his fortune. Had he become a gang leader?