Jiang Xiangwen stopped with Ren Feng in front of a place called "Qiao Jiangnan Club."
"This club is one of the top clubs in the Suhang circle. Let's relax and unwind first," Jiang Xiangwen said with a smile.
Ren Feng was naturally at ease, after all, Jiang Xiangwen was hosting.
Jiang Moshu and the three of them walked in.
It wasn't evening yet, and there were a few scattered people sitting inside, mostly stylishly dressed and attractive-looking professional won. So tables had n and won sitting together, whispering and laughing. Many people raised their glasses in acknowledgnt when they saw Jiang Xiangwen enter, but they were sowhat puzzled as they looked at the unfamiliar Ren Feng. Who was this man?
"What do you want to drink?" Jiang Xiangwen asked with a smile.
"Anything," Ren Feng said nonchalantly.
"Whiskey," Jiang Xiangwen said to the respectful attendant standing nearby.
Jiang Moshu sat to the side, rely there as a companion.
"I originally wanted to take you to the West Lake Tea House to try so premium Dragon Well tea, but my mood was ruined. Going for tea now would really be a waste," Jiang Xiangwen said with a slight smile. "By the way, Mr. Ren, would you like to know about Yang Rui's family background?"
"No need," Ren Feng said indifferently. "No matter what his background is, I will make him submit."
"You're really violent," Jiang Moshu suddenly said from the side.
"Moshu, you should know that violence is always the most effective and simplest thod for solving things," Ren Feng said with a slight smile. "I like violence because it's the most efficient."
"But it's not the most prudent way."
Jiang Xiangwen was about to speak when suddenly a faint voice sounded.
The three of them were a bit surprised, and when they turned to look, they saw a man with a sowhat violent expression, accompanied by a group of people, walking toward them.
Jiang Xiangwen was slightly taken aback, then smiled and said, "Mr. Song, what a coincidence."
"Mr. Jiang, the guest you brought is quite unreasonable," Song Ziwu said as he approached with his people, casting a scrutinizing look at the seated Ren Feng. On the surface, he seed calm, but there was a murderous intent deep in his eyes.
Is this Ren Feng? The one who personally killed my brother and ruined the plan?
Song Ziwu wasn't sure what he was thinking internally, and Jiang Xiangwen also slightly frowned while Jiang Moshu remained seated with a calm expression.
Ren Feng looked at Song Ziwu, smiling.
"Who are you?"
"He is Song Ziwu, one of the four elites of Suhang, the son of the Song family," Jiang Moshu said from the side.
Song Ziwu?
Ren Feng was montarily surprised inside, carefully observing Song Ziwu.
"How is Song Ziwen related to you?" Ren Feng suddenly asked.
"Song Ziwen?" Song Ziwu frowned, "I don't know him."
Jiang Xiangwen was also slightly taken aback, speaking from the side, "Mr. Ren, there's no Song Ziwen in the Suhang Song family, they have just one son, Song Ziwu."
"Really?" Ren Xiaoxiao said, "Then I must have mistaken."
Earlier, Ren Feng had looked at Song Ziwu in a way that didn't seem faked, and such a violent temperant didn't seem like the type to hide.
Moreover, Song Ziwen had been abroad all along, indeed having nothing to do with this Song family.
However, Ren Feng remained wary, cautious of any possibility.
Song Ziwu said with indifference, "Mr. Jiang, won't you introduce us?"
Jiang Xiangwen stood up, smiling, "This is Xia Wenxue's boyfriend, Ren Feng, Mr. Ren. He's here to have so fun in Suhang. As the host, I ought to show hospitality."
Mr. Ren? Song Ziwu pulled a smirk of derision at the corner of his mouth.
"Mr. Ren seems capable; just arriving in Suhang, you've already beaten Mr. Yang to a pulp."
Jiang Xiangwen's eyebrows slightly furrowed as he said with a smile, "Mr. Song, we're all friends here; Mr. Ren will be leaving Suhang in a few days. Let's not damage our harmony."
"Mr. Jiang, I am indeed friends with you, but he is not qualified to be my friend," Song Ziwu said indifferently. "Beating Mr. Yang—how can such an issue be simply brushed off?"
Upon these words, the surrounding people glanced over, many looking with a playful gleam in their eyes at the seated Ren Feng, wondering how he'd handle it.
Song Ziwu was a significant figure in Suhang, a dominant force verifying his words were a clear provocation.
Jiang Moshu, sitting quietly, subtly furrowed her brows but said nothing; it wasn't her place to speak in this situation.
Jiang Xiangwen, worried, thought standing any side was inappropriate, as choosing a side would ruin his relationships with Ren Feng and Song Ziwu.
Ren Feng remained seated, his brows arching slightly with a smiling face: "Mr. Jiang, you really brought to a bad place—it's like a circus. Unfortunately, I'm not much interested in clowns."
Hearing this, everyone nearby was taken aback. Did he just dare to call Song Ziwu a clown?
The people following Song Ziwu also showed slight reactions, so with awkward expressions.
Song Ziwu was undoubtedly a character in Suhang, and Ren Feng calling him a clown was a blatant slap to his face. If Song Ziwu was a clown, what did that make them?
The surrounding people buzzed in astonishnt, Jiang Moshu was slightly stunned too—wasn't Ren Feng afraid of trouble? Having just offended the Yang family, did he now want to offend the Song family as well?
"Ziwu, let's let this matter go. Mr. Ren just arrived in Suhang and will be leaving in a few days," Jiang Xiangwen felt a bit regretful bringing Ren Feng out, but since he had, he needed to ensure everything diplomatic went smoothly.
Otherwise, he too would suffer a loss of face.
The four young elites of Suhang, who didn't care about face?
"Xiangwen, I know it's difficult for you, but you can stay out of it, as he's your guest," Song Ziwu said calmly. "But I can't stay out of it. When have we Suhang elites been so humiliated? Stepping on Mr. Yang's face is like stepping on mine."
Song Ziwu looked at Ren Feng, his face still cold. For him, this was an excellent excuse, a re test of waters, after all.
Although this might embarrass Jiang Xiangwen, they were old friends. After this passed, he could just apologize, and presumably, Jiang wouldn't hold a grudge over this.
If Ren Feng wasn't strong enough, taking him out wouldn't be a misdeed either.
Everyone focused on Ren Feng, who had beco the center of attention in the club.
Yet, he calmly sipped the drink the attendant had brought, nonchalantly taking a sip.
"Mr. Song, actually, I don't mind stepping on you as well," Ren Feng smiled slightly, revealing neat and white teeth—he used Nice toothpaste this ti.
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