"No, I just have a grudge to avenge, an enemy to repay. I won't do anything to those unrelated to ," Ren Feng said with a smile.
"The four of us share honor and disgrace," Cheng Fei said coldly.
"That puts in a difficult position. I didn't intend to strike against you."
"What? You still want to take us on?"
"Unfortunately, you guessed right."
As Ren Feng spoke, he swung a stick towards Cheng Fei's head.
Cheng Fei hadn't expected Ren Feng to actually make a move and do so without giving any chance to prepare.
But Ren Feng didn't really intend to kill, as Cheng Fei quickly blocked with his hands and retreated.
"Not bad. It turns out you have so skills," Ren Feng said with a faint smile.
"You'd better be clear about what you're doing now," Cheng Fei said with a steely expression.
He usually practiced so martial arts, so he managed to dodge Ren Feng's first attack. However, as one of Suhang's four notable young n, even if he wasn't truly hurt, being hit like this is an insult in itself.
"I'm very clear, I'm beating up Suhang's four young n," Ren Feng said with a laugh.
"The n from Suhang aren't so easy to bully," Cheng Fei said sharply, accepting a stick handed to him and his expression turned cold.
"Sorry, to , you're no different from other n," Ren Feng said.
As Ren Feng spoke, he swung his stick down again.
His speed was fast, Cheng Fei's eyes narrowed, and he raised his stick, but to his surprise, Ren Feng's stick ca whistling down, giving no chance to retaliate.
People nearby seed to be terrified, thinking this guy must be crazy, daring to take on Suhang's four young n in succession?
"Crazy, he's crazy," one voice trembled slightly.
The people who had followed Song Ziwu here were also stunned, completely unprepared for Ren Feng's ferocity.
This was aid at Cheng Fei's head, if it landed, wouldn't Cheng Fei beco a vegetable?
Ren Feng's expression remained unchanged, but Cheng Fei hastily raised his stick, only for it to be bent with a thud under Ren Feng's blow.
As for Cheng Fei himself, he couldn't withstand such a huge impact, retreating continually, his hand trembling, clearly shocked by Ren Feng's power.
But in fact, Ren Feng held back, his intention was to establish his dominance.
If the so-called four young n could provoke him, how could he peacefully enjoy his ti with girls?
Only by making these clowns realize their gap with him could they sit quietly on the sidelines.
After all, Ren Feng planned to stay in Suhang for a while.
Cheng Fei was both shocked and angry, watching Ren Feng with an alert look.
Jiang Xiangwen was also stunned, hurriedly saying to Jiang Moshu, "Moshu, quickly persuade Ren Feng, or sothing serious will happen."
Jiang Moshu nodded as Ren Feng moved forward and directly blocked Ren Feng.
"What are you doing?" Ren Feng raised an eyebrow.
"Stop fighting, let's just leave it at this," Jiang Moshu said gently, looking at Ren Feng closely, observing him up close for the first ti.
"If this gets out of hand, the entire Suhang will be in chaos," Jiang Moshu said, looking at Ren Feng, "at that point, if several families unite, you won't be able to withstand the pressure."
"No," Ren Feng flatly refused, "I can ignore them, but him—no."
Ren Feng used his stick to point at Song Ziwu, hiding behind the crowd.
The audacious fear the reckless; the reckless fear those who don't care about dying.
Seeing Ren Feng's playful gaze and hearing his threatening words full of murderous intent, Song Ziwu would have collapsed without the support of the won beside him.
Previously, all dealings had been through business tactics or leveraging the power behind him, and opponents, fearing or worrying about implicating their families, would find a suitable way to punish him.
But today, Ren Feng as an opponent brought so many unexpected changes, and dealing with this unreasonable yet fearless person was a first.
Was this the man who caused the downfall of the organization's plan?
Song Ziwu's killing intent was fading, replaced by fear.
He realized he shouldn't take the lead, but should have let his family handle it directly.
At that mont, Song Ziwu felt a pang of fear.
"I'm really doing this for your own good, our families' power, you can't see it," Jiang Moshu persuaded, "let's be peaceful, just let this matter go."
"Fine. Once I break his leg, we'll let it go," Ren Feng smiled slightly.
After speaking, Ren Feng prepared to bypass Jiang Moshu, and as Jiang Moshu continued to try to persuade him, Ren Feng spoke, "Respect is earned, those who insult must pay the price."
Jiang Moshu opened her mouth, standing there, with no reason left to stop Ren Feng, who then pointed his stick at Cheng Fei.
"Are you still standing up for him?"
"Of course," Cheng Fei's hand trembled slightly, blood oozing down the bent stick.
The earlier strike from Ren Feng had shattered the skin between his thumb and index finger, and now his left hand had little strength.
"A foolish choice," Ren Feng said with a smile, "But I respect your loyalty, much better than that coward hiding behind others when facing trouble."
As Ren Feng spoke, he carried his stick towards Cheng Fei, and as Cheng Fei attempted to attack, Ren Feng quickly struck again.
This ti, Ren Feng did not hold back, and as Cheng Fei tried to block, the blow struck him directly.
This ti, the leader of Suhang's four young n, Mr. Cheng, flew off to the side.
Everyone in the venue was dumbfounded, and the entire place fell silent.
It seed they couldn't believe their eyes. What they witnessed today might have been more shocking than anything before.
"Oh my god, the leader of Suhang's four young n was beaten up,"
"Yeah, who is this guy?"
"He must either be crazy, or his family background is even stronger than the Suhang four young n."
"This is insane, who would believe this if you told them? an unbelievable power,"
Everyone was in shock, but Song Ziwu was in a panic.
He had hoped his big brother Cheng Fei would regain so face for them, but even he was simply taken down by Ren Feng.
Even though Song Ziwu was usually ruthless, it was just because of his family background and followers, if he faced Ren Feng himself, how could he be a match?
Song Ziwu's legs were trembling; this opponent truly defied expectations.
As Ren Feng approached, the crowd parted respectfully.
Finally, Song Ziwu couldn't take it anymore and ran outside.
Ren Feng hurled the stick he held, and as Song Ziwu was about to get into a car, the stick narrowly scraped his cheek, slamd into the car window, and stuck into the seat cushion.
Song Ziwu's hand, reaching for the car door, hung in mid-air.
He seed utterly petrified.
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