Chapter 2: Face-Slapping Task

Stepping out of the mall, the afternoon sun was blinding, yet it warmed his skin with an unprecedented sense of comfort.

Qin Feng didn't look back, yet he could clearly picture the stunned, incredulous, terrified expressions on the two men behind him—perhaps even a sliver of bitter regret. A cold, sharp curve curled at his lips; the feeling was more exhilarating than downing a chilled soda on the hottest day of summer.

One hundred million.

The shock from this text message went far beyond the dizzying string of zeros in his account balance. It was an invisible sledgehammer, shattering years of accumulated shame over poverty, anxiety about the future, and the searing pain of last night's betrayal. A new sense of power—control over his own destiny—was rising from his core, swiftly filling every limb and vein.

He didn't rush to spend it. Instead, he went to the digital city next door and used part of the newly deposited ten thousand yuan to buy the latest top-spec smartphone. The instant he inserted his old SIM card, its smooth operation nearly brought him to tears. This was the power of money—simple, direct, and undeniable.

Carrying the new phone's packaging bag, Qin Feng walked back toward his dormitory at a steady pace. He needed time to process this earth-shattering change, to carefully examine the "Quan Neng System" that had given him all of this.

With a thought, the familiar translucent screen, glowing with a deep blue hue, reappeared before his eyes.

【Host: Qin Feng】

【Current Available Funds: 100,010,125.80 RMB (obtained via System Blessing, source absolutely legal)】

【Activated Functions: Shenji Blessing (Primary Wealth Luck Active), Fixed Point Check-in (Unused), Perfect Draw (Unused), Super Technology (Locked), Wealth Prediction (Locked), Invincible Exchange (Locked), Malicious Curse (Locked), Self-Improvement (Combat Mastery - Primary)】

The screen's layout was far clearer than when he first saw it last night. Besides the eight core function icons, additional personal status details now appeared beside them.

"System, how do I unlock these locked functions?" Qin Feng asked in his mind.

【Host wealth, reputation, or completion of specific tasks reaching a certain threshold will gradually unlock corresponding functions.】 The system's cold electronic voice responded instantly.

"Specific tasks?"

【The System will randomly issue tasks or trigger them based on the Host's environment. Completing tasks grants rewards of money, skills, items, or progress toward function unlocks.】

Qin Feng pondered. This system wasn't just a simple ATM—it was more like an external mentor guiding him upward.

Just as he was about to investigate the two activated but unused functions—Fixed Point Check-in and Perfect Draw—the system's alert sounded again, this time with clear task direction:

【Ding! Detected Host has just successfully performed a "Powerful Face-Slapping" act, significantly alleviating negative emotions, meeting System incentive criteria.】

【Triggered Immediate Task: Face-Slapping Task - "Arrogant Rich Second Generation"】

【Task Description: Zhao Kun's sense of superiority derived from wealth has been preliminarily shaken, yet he still harbors resentment and doubt. The Host must deliver a more devastating blow within 24 hours, targeting his strongest or most relied-upon domain, to utterly crush his arrogance.】

【Reward: 5 million RMB, 1 Skill Point, 1 Random Item Chest.】

【Failure Penalty: None. (But doesn't the Host want to see an even more spectacular expression on his face?)】

As Qin Feng read the task details on the screen, his eyes narrowed slightly, a sharp glint flashing within.

His strongest or most relied-upon domain?

Zhao Kun's greatest reliance was unquestionably his family's wealth, and the social connections and circles built upon it. As for himself, beyond spending money, his proudest possession was his modified Porsche 911 and his mediocre driving skills. Qin Feng remembered Lin Wei once casually mentioned that Zhao Kun often raced on the winding mountain roads outside the city, calling himself the reincarnation of "Takumi Fujiwara from Initial D."

"Strongest domain… racing?" Qin Feng murmured, the curve of his lips growing colder.

Good.

He pulled out his new phone, opened the browser, and searched for the city's largest auto sales center. He ignored ordinary 4S dealerships and directly found the phone numbers of several exclusive showrooms specializing in top-tier supercars and luxury imports.

He made the first call.

"Hello, this is Zun Chi Premium Autos, how may I assist you?" The operator's voice was sweet.

"Hello, I called earlier—I want a current model, top performance, and I can pay and pick it up today." Qin Feng's tone was calm, cutting straight to the point.

"Sir, we currently have the Aston Martin DB11 and Lamborghini Huracán EVO in stock. May I ask your approximate budget? We can schedule a time for you to visit and discuss further…"

"No appointment needed. I'll be there in about an hour. Budget isn't an issue—I want the fastest, most powerful one." Qin Feng interrupted, his tone carrying absolute certainty.

He hung up and called two other premium dealerships, asking the same question. He needed enough options—and fast. The task window was only 24 hours.

An hour later, Qin Feng stood inside the gleaming showroom of Zun Chi Premium Autos. Behind vast glass walls, sleek supercars—paint so glossy it reflected faces like mirrors—lay like slumbering beasts, radiating the scent of wealth and power.

Several sales advisors had been chatting idly, but when they saw Qin Feng enter, their eyes lingered for a moment on his brand-new Armani suit and latest phone. They were polite, but not especially enthusiastic. After all, young men came here often—those who could actually afford anything were rare.

A young, inexperienced salesperson stepped forward: "Sir, hello. Looking at cars? Any models of interest?"

"Yes, I called earlier—I want a current model, the highest performance." Qin Feng's gaze swept the showroom and locked onto a car in the corner: an aggressively angular, matte-gray machine resembling a starship.

It was the Lamborghini Aventador SVJ.

The young salesperson followed his gaze, froze, then hurriedly said, "Sir, that's the Aventador SVJ—our flagship. It costs over eight million, and…"

"I'll take it." Qin Feng interrupted, pointing at the SVJ. "Can I test drive it?"

"Test… test drive?" The salesperson stammered. "Sir, this car's value is extremely high. Test drives require asset verification, and…"

Qin Feng pulled out his phone, opened his bank app's balance page, and held it up to the man's face.

The salesperson glanced instinctively—and his eyes instantly bulged, his mouth hanging open as if strangled, speechless. The long string of zeros on the screen nearly blinded him.

"Enough?" Qin Feng retracted his phone, voice calm.

"More than enough! Absolutely enough!" The salesperson's voice shot up an octave, his face plastered with obsequious smiles. "Sir, please wait! I'll get our manager immediately! Xiao Wang! Quick! Tea for this VIP—best Longjing!"

Every eye in the showroom turned toward them. Other sales staff, seeing their colleague's near-hysterical reaction and Qin Feng's calm demeanor, suddenly understood. Their gazes filled with envy and astonishment.

The manager arrived running, his deference beyond measure. The test drive was fast-tracked.

When the matte-gray Aventador SVJ roared to life with a deep, savage growl and pulled out of the showroom, every salesperson stood at the entrance, watching in silence. The engine's roar, like a beast's declaration, echoed through the entire street.

Qin Feng gripped the exquisite steering wheel, feeling the powerful push against his back from the seat and the scenery blurring past the windows. His mind was calm. This sense of power was captivating—but what truly fascinated him was the moment about to come.

He pulled out his new phone, found a WeChat contact he'd rarely ever contacted—Zhao Kun's hanger-on—and typed a message:

"Heard Zhao the Young Master likes racing? Tonight at ten, Old Place on the mountain road. Stake: 500,000 RMB. Dare you show up?"

Less than five minutes later, the reply came, dripping with Zhao Kun's signature arrogance:

"Oh? Did the beggar borrow money to buy a suit and forget his own name? Fine. I'll give you a chance to hand over cash. Get ready to kneel and call me Dad!"

Qin Feng looked at the screen, smiled, and closed it.

Good. The bait was set.

Night fell, lights glittered.

At the start of the mountain road, over a dozen modified sports cars and their owners had gathered. Engines roared, music throbbed, young women in revealing clothes moved among them, the air thick with gasoline, smoke, and hormones.

Zhao Kun's iconic bright yellow Porsche 911 Turbo S sat in the most prominent spot. He leaned against it, cigarette dangling, boasting to his cronies about the mall incident, his tone brimming with contempt.

"Fucking bastard—must've won the lottery or something. Acting all high and mighty like that! A hundred million? Laughable. Who can't fake a screenshot?"

"Exactly, Young Kun, your 911 could buy ten of his kind of junk!"

"Let's see what beat-up car he shows up in later—better not be a Santana, right? Hahaha!"

Just then, an extremely low, oppressive engine roar drew near from afar, instantly drowning out every other sound on the scene.

Everyone instinctively turned to look toward the source.

A bolt of matte grey lightning slashed through the veil of night, descending upon the world before coming to a steady halt before the crowd. The scissor doors rose like wings, and Qin Feng stepped out calmly from the driver's seat.

In an instant, the entire venue fell deathly silent.

Everyone stared dumbfounded at the savagely styled, overwhelmingly commanding Lamborghini Aventador SVJ, then looked at Qin Feng stepping out of it, his expression calm.

This... this fucking is Qin Feng?!

That broke student who had his girlfriend stolen by Zhao Kun and scraped by on part-time jobs?!

The smile on Zhao Kun's face froze completely; the cigarette in his hand dropped to the ground without him even noticing. He stared fixedly at the SVJ, then at Qin Feng, his eyes bloodshot, as if he had seen a ghost.

That car... he dreamed of owning it, but his old man thought it too flashy and never bought it for him! How could Qin Feng possibly... how could he possibly afford to drive a car like this?! That text message about a hundred million... could it really be true?!

"Young Kun, nice car." Qin Feng walked up to Zhao Kun, his gaze sweeping over the yellow Porsche, a faint note of mockery in his tone. "Shall we begin?"

Zhao Kun's face turned ashen, his lips trembling, unable to squeeze out a single word for the longest time. The hangers-on who had just been echoing him moments ago were now all silent as cicadas in winter, looking at Qin Feng with eyes full of dread and disbelief.

The outcome of this race had actually been decided the moment Qin Feng arrived in the SVJ.

Whether it was the absolute performance gap between the cars, or Qin Feng's reaction speed and physical coordination—indirectly enhanced by the system's beginner Combat Mastery skill—Zhao Kun's loss was beyond any doubt.

When Qin Feng's SVJ swept across the finish line first with a gorgeous drift, while Zhao Kun's Porsche was left far behind, its taillights nearly invisible, the scene once again fell into dead silence.

Qin Feng got out of the car, leaned against the door, and watched Zhao Kun's Porsche arriving late and dejected, like a defeated rooster.

Zhao Kun stepped out of his car, his face pale as paper, his forehead covered in cold sweat, his eyes filled with defeat, humiliation, and a deeper, worldview-shattered blankness.

The five-hundred-thousand bet wasn't a crippling blow for him, but this crushing defeat in front of everyone in the circle, and the shock brought by the SVJ Qin Feng had driven, utterly ground his pitiful sense of superiority into dust.

Qin Feng didn't press him, merely watching him with an indifferent gaze.

【Ding! Instant quest "Arrogant Rich Second Generation" completed!】

【Quest reward issued: RMB 5,000,000 has been deposited into the Host's account, Skill Point x1, Random Item Chest x1 has been stored in System Space. Please check and collect.】

The system's prompt chimed in at just the right moment.

Qin Feng looked at the soul-stricken Zhao Kun and found it somewhat tasteless. He turned around, ready to get in the car and leave.

"Qin Feng!" Zhao Kun suddenly rasped out.

Qin Feng's steps paused; he did not turn back.

"You... you actually..." Zhao Kun's voice trembled; he wanted to ask something, yet seemed not to know where to begin.

Qin Feng pulled open the car door, leaving only a light, drifting sentence that the wind carried into the ears of Zhao Kun and everyone listening with pricked ears:

"Five hundred thousand—remember to transfer it to my card. Also, from now on, when you see me, remember to take the long way around."

With that, the SVJ let out a deafening roar, carrying Qin Feng as it vanished into the depths of the night along the mountain switchback road.

Left behind on the spot were a group of men and women thoroughly cowed, and Zhao Kun, his face ashen as if all his strength had been drained from him.

After tonight, the name Qin Feng was destined to stir new waves in a certain circle. And all of this was merely the beginning.