Though there was still some lingering bitterness and confusion in Feng Xingtong's heart, he ultimately chose to remain silent.
After all, Hikaru had just saved his life.
And more importantly, his father had given specific instructions: as long as the young man's requests weren't excessive, they were to be honored.
With the young heir of the Feng Corporation personally leading the way, they passed unimpeded through several restricted areas until they arrived at an opulent, luxuriously decorated reception hall.
Without hesitation, Hikaru pushed the doors open.
Inside, Feng Zhenghao was laughing and chatting with a man with red hair.
At first, Feng Zhenghao frowned slightly, annoyed at being interrupted.
But when he saw Hikaru, his displeasure vanished instantly, replaced by a beaming smile.
He stood up enthusiastically and greeted Hikaru warmly.
"Ah! You're here, my young friend! Did Xingtong treat you well?"
However, that warm greeting didn't sit well with the red-haired guest, Jia Zhengyu.
His sharp gaze fell on Hikaru, and he asked in a cold, unfriendly tone:
"Hey, who the hell are you?"
There was clear provocation in his voice—he wasn't used to Feng Zhenghao treating others with such warmth.
It made him feel slighted.
The atmosphere in the reception room instantly turned tense.
To everyone's surprise, Hikaru completely ignored Jia Zhengyu's question.
He simply gave Feng Zhenghao a nod, then turned to leave with Feng Baobao and the others.
This blatant disregard infuriated Jia Zhengyu.
He couldn't stand being treated as if he didn't exist—especially not with that emotionless, dismissive look in Hikaru's eyes.
Blood boiling, Jia Zhengyu could no longer restrain himself.
He activated his Object Manipulation Technique, sending a flying dagger straight toward Hikaru.
"Look out!" Feng Zhenghao shouted in alarm.
But Hikaru continued walking as if nothing had happened.
Just as the blade was about to hit him, he stopped.
In the next instant, the dagger reversed course—at twice the speed—hurtling back toward its sender.
It happened so fast that Jia Zhengyu couldn't even react. He could only watch in horror as the blade shot straight at him.
Terror seized him.
He hadn't expected his own attack to be so easily returned.
He instinctively tried to dodge, but it was already too late.
Fear, cold and suffocating, gripped his heart.
Feng Zhenghao's own heart tightened.
He had personally invited Jia Zhengyu—if something happened here, the fallout would be disastrous.
He moved to intervene—only to discover that he couldn't move.
An invisible force had bound him in place.
Shock rippled through him like a tsunami.
He had already suspected Hikaru was powerful, but now he truly grasped the terrifying depth of it.
Hikaru hadn't even done anything—and yet not only had he redirected Jia Zhengyu's blade effortlessly, he'd even immobilized Feng Zhenghao himself without a sound.
Feng Zhenghao thought back to Hikaru's Body Flicker from their first meeting.
Now, that power felt like just the tip of the iceberg.
Meanwhile, the dagger hovered mere inches from Jia Zhengyu's face.
Its icy blade carried death itself, cutting through the air with a terrifying hiss.
Utter panic took hold of Jia Zhengyu—his legs trembled, and his control over his body gave out completely.
A warm wetness ran down his leg, soaking through his pants.
And yet... the blade didn't strike.
Instead, a crisp clang echoed through the room.
Jia Zhengyu slowly opened his eyes and saw the blade lying harmlessly on the floor.
Hikaru still stood where he had stopped, motionless as a statue.
Feng Zhenghao regained control of his body and moved stiffly, looking at Hikaru with reverence and deep gratitude.
"Thank you... for showing mercy," he said.
But Hikaru glanced at him coldly.
"I never said I was sparing him."
He turned slowly, his gaze sharp as lightning as he locked eyes with Jia Zhengyu.
"You dared to ambush me?" he said coldly. "What, you've never died before?"
Feng Zhenghao let out a helpless laugh.
Compared to the potential consequences of offending Hikaru, Jia Zhengyu's life meant little.
And besides, it was clearly Jia Zhengyu's fault. A sneak attack deserved retaliation.
So, he chose not to interfere.
Jia Zhengyu collapsed to the floor, paralyzed by fear.
Hearing Hikaru's words—that he hadn't been spared—drove his panic to the limit.
He opened his mouth to beg for mercy, but no sound came out.
Then came a surge of pain—like fire—and darkness consumed him.
In everyone's eyes, a sudden flash of flame lit up Jia Zhengyu's body—and then he vanished without a trace.
No corpse. No remains.
Dead.
Feng Xingtong turned pale—he had never witnessed such a brutal scene before.
The others were shaken too, though they remained more composed than he did.
Feng Zhenghao let out a long sigh and turned to Hikaru with a forced smile.
"My young friend, is there anything else I can help you with today?"
Before Hikaru could answer, Feng Baobao popped up beside him, speaking in an anxious voice:
"I came lookin' for someone—Zhang Chulan. You know where he is? I wanna apologize to him."
Feng Zhenghao blinked, then examined her carefully before realization dawned.
"Ah... so you're that Feng Baobao, the one Zhang Chulan keeps talking about?"
Baobao nodded rapidly, her eager expression so sincere that it was hard not to laugh.
Even the usually stern Feng Zhenghao struggled to keep a straight face.
He shook his head and turned to Hikaru. "So you brought her with you to find Zhang Chulan?"
"Not to find."
Hikaru replied calmly, then stepped aside.
As he moved, the ceiling above where he had just been standing suddenly cracked—
—and a man fell straight through, landing in the middle of the room.
"To wait," Hikaru finished.
The man groaned, rubbing his head.
It was Zhang Chulan—grimacing in pain.
Well, he deserved it.
After all, he had tried to flirt with Feng Shayen.
When he looked up and saw who was standing before him, his legs nearly gave out.
"Baobao-jie?! W-why are you here?!"