"It's alright, it's alright."
Xiao Feng gently comforted the woman, softly stroking her back.
After about five minutes, the woman finally let go of Xiao Feng, her eyes red and her cheeks flushed.
"I don't usually carry tissues," Xiao Feng said with a smile.
The woman opened her mouth, wanting to say sothing but didn't, and saw Xiao Feng gesture for silence: "Shh... no need to say anything, you should leave now."
The woman hesitated for a mont, then nodded and turned to leave the break room.
Xiao Feng lightly kicked the door to close it, turning his gaze towards Ma Digua.
"You... what do you want?" Ma Digua asked, clearly lacking confidence, "Don't co any closer, if you do, I'll..."
At this point, he couldn't continue speaking.
Originally, he wanted to say, "If you co any closer, I won't be polite."
But the thing is, what use is it to be impolite?
Thinking this, Ma Digua couldn't help but feel a bit desperate.
Because there was really nothing he could threaten Xiao Feng with.
"Do you know why I'm here today?" Xiao Feng asked calmly.
Ma Digua took a deep breath, pretending to be calm, "I don't know."
"Then let enlighten you."
Saying this, Xiao Feng reached into his pocket, stepping towards Ma Digua.
Ma Digua shivered in fright, hurriedly saying, "We can talk this out, no need to resort to knives or..."
Yet, what Xiao Feng pulled out wasn't a knife, but a... receipt?
With trembling hands, Ma Digua took it. It was a repair bill from a 4S shop totaling 1.2 million.
So, he was here to collect money?
Realizing this, Ma Digua exhaled a sigh of relief, "The extra 200,000, I'll compensate you."
"Two hundred thousand?" Xiao Feng frowned, dissatisfied, "It's not as simple as just 200,000.
For this 200,000, I took out a high-interest loan, and now with interest compounding, it's up to 1.5 million."
This was clearly nonsense.
Not to ntion, soone who could afford a limited edition supercar wouldn't lack 200,000.
Even if they did, couldn't they just postpone the repair?
However, under low eaves, one must bow their head.
Thinking of his bodyguard still lying in the hospital, Ma Digua gritted his teeth, "Then I'll compensate you 1.5 million."
But Xiao Feng was still dissatisfied, "1.5 million is all?"
"What else?"
"What about my emotional distress? Do you know how terrifying those debt collectors are? I was too scared to go out for days.
If I don't go out, how can I work?
If I don't work, how can I earn money?"
"..." Ma Digua.
He knew Xiao Feng was extorting him, but this kind of extortion was too much.
"Then what do you suggest?" Ma Digua asked sullenly.
Xiao Feng, in a seemingly magnanimous tone, said, "I'm always a reasonable person. How about this, I won't extort you, let's say 3 million?"
"..." Ma Digua.
This isn't extortion?
"Judging by your expression, you don't seem to believe it," Xiao Feng reasoned, "Let break it down for you: first, during this ti, I definitely couldn't drive my own car, right?
If I can't drive myself, then I either take a taxi or rent a car.
But whether it's a taxi or rental, it costs money, Money.
Also, I've been harassed by debt collectors these days; I have nightmares every night and need to see a psychologist.
Psychologists charge by the hour, the cheapest is at least a few hundred, right?
And there's no guarantee how long it'll take to heal.
Kids need schooling, elders need care, I have dependents up and down..."
Before he finished, Ma Digua had already taken out his phone to transfer the money.
Because he figured if he let Xiao Feng keep calculating, 3 million might not be enough.
With the money transferred, Xiao Feng sighed, shaking his head, "Ah... it's a loss, but people can't always put money first."
"..." Ma Digua.
He really couldn't imagine how Xiao Feng could say such things with a straight face.
Just then, with a "bang," a loud noise erupted, and more than a dozen figures surged in like a tide.
This was quite normal; with Bi Junxian aside, mainly because Room Four was lying down and couldn't rise, it was bound to attract attention.
Without hesitation, Xiao Feng turned around, trying to grab Ma Digua as a hostage.
After all, in his current situation, fighting wasn't an option; using hostages was the better strategy.
However, as he turned, he realized Ma Digua was already nowhere in sight behind him.
Xiao Feng frowned slightly, his gaze darting around, quickly locking in on Ma Digua scrambling on all fours towards the door within the crowd.
"Get him!"
At the leader's command, a dozen people with electric batons surged forward to surround Xiao Feng.
"Wait!" Xiao Feng raised his arm, sowhat helplessly, "Let give you a piece of advice, don't do anything stupid, alright?"
These words imdiately aroused dissatisfaction around him.
"Damn! You're this arrogant?"
"I think you're the one courting death."
"Cut the crap, let's make sure he can't get back up before we continue."
A dozen people charged forward, hollering and yelling.
Logically speaking, in such a surrounded situation, there isn't a second outco.
The break room had no windows, and the only exit was the door.
Blocked in a place like this, you could say even with wings, you couldn't fly out.
However, they hadn't considered that Xiao Feng never intended to escape.
Seeing the electric batons rushing towards him, Xiao Feng slightly retreated, then reversed grip and lightly slid the Thunder Pattern Steel on the back of his hand.
"Sizzle, sizzle..."
Suddenly, about seven or eight people started jumping around.
The circle of people in front of Xiao Feng, in less than a minute, lay on the ground with faces darkened, hair standing on end.
For a mont, the remaining people were all stunned!
Due to obstructed views, they couldn't figure out how Xiao Feng did it.
In fact, even if they watched closely, they wouldn't understand; Xiao Feng's speed was simply too fast.
But none of this mattered.
What mattered was they couldn't figure out what was going on now.
Shorted electric batons?
But electric batons shouldn't have such high voltage.
Just as they were thinking, Xiao Feng leisurely adjusted his clothes and smiled, "I told you not to court death, but you wouldn't listen.
What are your intentions?
Do you want to stand aside, or end up lying on the ground like them?"
The remaining seven or eight people looked at each other, finally turning to a muscular man with an arm tattooed in colorful patterns.
The tattooed man coldly said, "Spread out, make sure there's no physical contact between us, I want to see what this kid is up to."
Xiao Feng shook his head and sighed, "As the saying goes, heed advice to eat your fill, but you guys insist on courting death."
Saying this, he walked straight towards the door, his expression calm as a still pond, seemingly unworried about any sneak attacks.
And indeed, that was the case, just like an elephant would not lower its head to a single ant beneath it.
Ants have only the aning of being crushed by a single step from the strong.
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