Chapter 130: We Were Forced Into This

"Disfigured?"

Su Qingxue’s face was etched with confusion. She wondered how this could possibly be true. Lin Feng had personally tested the efficacy of the medicine at the financial product launch, and there had been no side effects whatsoever. How could symptoms of disfigurement suddenly appear?

Lin Feng, equally bewildered, walked over from a distance, curious. He had absolute confidence in his formula; the symptoms these people were describing should be impossible. However, when he carefully examined their faces, he found that they all bore undeniable, varying signs of disfigurement.

What was going on?

Lin Feng pondered deeply, and as he observed them once more, he finally spotted the trickery.

"Are you Su Qingxue? Pay us our compensation immediately! We have medical reports in hand; we only ended up like this because we used your 'Fountain of Youth' medicine."

"At first, we didn't believe what was being said online, but it turns out it was all true. We regret it so much. If we had known this medicine was so dangerous, we never would have bought it."

"You must pay us ten times the damages! The hospital says it will cost at least 500,000 to restore our appearance, so you need to pay us five million each."

Hearing someone address Su Qingxue, the crowd began to clamor, shouting at her incessantly. Su Qingxue’s brows furrowed, and she was suddenly at a loss for what to do. If she really paid them as they demanded, the total compensation for so many people would reach hundreds of millions—a sum that was impossible to manage.

"Everyone, please stay calm. This must be a misunderstanding. The medicine our bank gave out is based entirely on herbal formulas and has no side effects," Su Qingxue explained anxiously.

"Cut the nonsense! Look at us—we’re already like this, what is there to explain? If you don't give us the money today, we’ll smash your bank and make Su’s Bank disappear from Jiangcheng!"

The middle-aged woman leading the group yelled at Su Qingxue again, moving to charge inside as she spoke. The hundreds of people behind her followed suit, leaving Su Qingxue and her staff trembling in fear.

Just then, Lin Feng stepped in front of Su Qingxue. He sneered, "Madam, I advise you to stop while you can. If I expose the truth in a moment, you’re going to be in deep trouble."

"Boy, what do you mean? Are you trying to threaten us?" The woman ignored Lin Feng’s warning, her eyes flashing with a cold, fierce glare.

"So, you’re determined to stir up trouble at the bank. Very well, I won’t be polite anymore. You claim you were disfigured by our medicine, so do you dare let me examine whether the disfigurement on your face is real or fake?"

Lin Feng let out a cold snort, his gaze icy as he stared at her.

"Y-you, what do you mean?" The woman panicked instantly. She instinctively stepped back, her eyes darting around. After a few seconds, she feigned composure and said, "How could our disfigurement be fake? Your medicine is clearly poison; don’t try to make excuses here."

"That’s right! Pay us our money! We aren't leaving today without five million each."

"Heh, so who said they wanted money? Why don't you come and take it from me?"

Lin Feng chuckled with disdain and took a step forward. His presence was so imposing that they all retreated, as if one man could hold back ten thousand. The people around him had shifty, flickering gazes—they weren't afraid of Lin Feng; they were afraid of their fake scars being discovered.

"I’ll do it."

Finally, after a few seconds, someone stepped forward. A sturdy-looking old man walked up, looking confident, and stood before Lin Feng. "Hand over the money, or I’ll tear this bank down."

"The money is on this card. Come and take it," Lin Feng said, pulling out a card.

The old man’s eyes narrowed, and he immediately reached for the card. But just as he was about to touch it, Lin Feng flipped his hand, quickly tucking the card away while simultaneously striking out with lightning speed toward the man’s face.

Before the man could react, Lin Feng had already grabbed the prosthetic mask off his face. Beneath it, the man’s skin, which had appeared pitted and necrotic, was now perfectly smooth. He hadn't been disfigured at all.

"What?"

Su Qingxue and the bank staff were shocked! So, these people were here to cause trouble on purpose, and their disfigurement was a charade.

Lin Feng tossed the mask aside, exposed the truth, and smiled coldly at the crowd. "Who else wants money? Come and get it."

"This..."

The agitators panicked, instinctively clutching their own masks. The leading woman, in particular, lost all her previous arrogance. Her eyes darted around for a few seconds before she suddenly turned and tried to flee. Seeing this, the rest of the group also scrambled to escape in every direction.

However, they were unaware that Lin Feng’s speed was far greater than theirs. Before they had even run two meters, Lin Feng moved like a gust of wind, darting past them and delivering a series of precise acupuncture strikes that froze them all in place.

As he struck their pressure points, he snatched the masks off their faces as well.

Lin Feng piled the masks on the ground and snapped his fingers. Everyone regained control of their bodies, except for their legs, which remained affected by his "soft-bone" acupuncture technique—they felt weak and couldn't walk. They stared at Lin Feng in astonishment, as if they had seen a ghost; his speed was simply impossible for an ordinary person.

"Heh, it seems the truth is out. You lot are quite the actors, though it’s a pity your props were a bit lacking."

Lin Feng walked up to the leading woman and stared at her with a cold smile. She broke out in a cold sweat, stammering, "Mr. Lin, please don't blame us. We didn't come here to cause trouble on purpose."

"Then why did you? Do you have some hidden grievance? Who sent you?" Lin Feng asked coldly.

"It... it was Pang Deqing. He paid us to come here. If we didn't listen to him, he threatened to withhold our money and not return it. We had no choice but to follow his orders."

The woman confessed her plight, and those around her nodded, confirming they were all in the same predicament. Lin Feng frowned. At first, he was skeptical, but they all produced evidence—each of them had contracts for financial products that had matured. They hadn't looked closely at the fine print, which stated the contracts would automatically renew upon maturity. Now, to get their money back, they had to obey Pang Deqing and frame Su’s Bank.

When Lin Feng realized the truth, a smile appeared on his face. "So that's how it is. Since you are also victims, I won't hold this against you today."

"But from now on, you must not do anything like this again. If I catch you, I won't be so lenient. Do you understand?"

"Understood, understood! Mr. Lin, you are a truly kind man. Thank you so much!"

Upon hearing that Lin Feng was going to forgive them, the woman was so moved that she knelt down before him. The others followed suit without hesitation, bowing and thanking him: "Thank you, Mr. Lin! Thank you!"