The Hidden Evil: Villainous Cultivator

A massive man, easily twice Ye Feng's size, charged at him. Ye Feng allowed him to come close before sidestepping and shoving a broken pipe straight into his throat. The giant gurgled, clawing at the metal protruding from his neck before collapsing to the ground in a pool of his own blood.

Another tried to stab him from behind, but Ye Feng caught the incoming wrist, twisting it until the blade pointed back at its owner. With a single motion, he rammed the knife into the thug's chest and pushed him aside.

The leader fired his gun. Ye Feng ducked, closing the distance in a blink. Before the man could react, Ye Feng caught his wrist, twisted it violently, and forced the gun's muzzle against his own stomach.

Bang.

The leader's eyes widened in shock as his own gun fired into his gut. He staggered back, clutching the wound, blood seeping through his fingers.

Ye Feng stepped closer, his gaze emotionless. "You should have done your research."

The leader coughed, glaring. "You... you monster..."

Ye Feng tilted his head. "That's what they made me."

With one final motion, he twisted the leader's neck, snapping it like a twig.

Silence filled the warehouse. The floor was littered with bodies, the scent of blood thick in the air. Ye Feng wiped the splattered crimson from his face and turned towards the exit.

But there was still one last thing to do.

He grabbed a gasoline canister from a nearby shelf, one that the gang had likely been using for some of their illegal operations. Walking through the sea of bodies, he poured the fuel liberally, drenching the corpses and the wooden crates stacked in the corners. The stench of gasoline mixed with the heavy scent of blood, creating a suffocating aura of death.

Ye Feng pulled out a lighter, flicked it open, and tossed it onto the fuel-soaked floor.

The flames erupted instantly, racing across the warehouse like a ravenous beast. The fire climbed the walls, licking at the rusted metal and spreading to the wooden beams above. Ye Feng stepped outside, watching as the inferno consumed the building. The orange glow reflected in his cold, unreadable eyes.

By the time sirens blared in the distance, he was already gone.

He Went back to his house, washed himself and then slept like nothing happened.

The next morning, Ye Feng walked into his classroom as if nothing had happened. The other students barely noticed his arrival, except for Bai Shuang, who shot him a curious glance. she felt something different about him, but she was not able to put finger on anything particular.

However, Su Meng looked noticeably unsettled. His usual arrogance had been replaced with something else—fear. He kept checking his phone, his fingers trembling slightly.

In the outside world news channels were broadcasting the morning news. The reporter's voice was urgent:

"Authorities were alerted late last night when a massive fire broke out in an abandoned warehouse near the docks. Firefighters arrived to find the structure engulfed in flames. After extinguishing the fire, they discovered multiple bodies inside. Police believe this was the site of a violent gang conflict. Investigations are ongoing."

Su Meng who was checking his phone saw the news and the terror inside his heart only increased , he knew better than anyone that this was not a gang conflict. It was all done by a 15 year old boy ,who was sitting in his class pretending like nothing happened.

He felt that there was a invisible life was held at his neck and with just a slice he will be gone. 

Finally he decided to tell everything to his father hoping , he will find a way to save him.

Su Meng ran to a quiet corner of the school and pulled out his phone, his hands shaking. He quickly dialed his father's private number. It rang once before a deep, authoritative voice answered.

"Su Meng? Why are you calling so early?"

"Dad, I need your help!" Su Meng's voice cracked. "It's Ye Feng—he's a monster! He killed everyone!"

There was a pause on the other end. Then, a calm yet menacing tone followed. "Slow down. What happened?"

"I hired a gang to take care of him," Su Meng admitted, his breath ragged. "They kidnapped him. They had over twenty men, Dad! But this morning... they're all dead! The warehouse was burned down! He—he killed them all!"

A long silence stretched between them before his father sighed. "You were reckless, Su Meng. That boy is more dangerous than I thought."

"You have to help me! If he finds out I was behind it, he'll come after me next!"

His father's tone hardened. "Listen to me carefully. Do not contact anyone else about this. I will handle it. I'll have my men investigate Ye Feng, find out exactly what he is. If he's truly as dangerous as you say... we will deal with him properly."

Su Meng swallowed hard. "You mean... you'll send real professionals?"

His father chuckled darkly. "You hired street thugs. I deal with assassins. Stay out of this, son. I'll take care of everything."

The call ended, leaving Su Meng staring at his phone, his heart pounding. He wanted Ye Feng gone more than ever. But as he stood there, he couldn't shake the sinking feeling in his chest.

Had he just made things even worse?.

Su Hao , who was sitting in his office in Beijing looked at his phone and then muttered " Ye Feng , a 15 year old boy killing 20 men , that with such ruthlessness , was it just him or someone helped him killing". 

Then he took out his laptop logged to site and contacted a organization, that called themselves Falcon it was an assassination organization that was on par with Zero and they can also be considered rivals.

Su Hao wrote a message and after some time a reply came, "who?, Where, How much?

To which he replied, "Ye Feng , 15 years old, Qingshan city , 30 million yuan for information".

"Ok " a reply came from other side.