However, they were also people who had weathered many storms. Mr. Zhao imdiately said with a commanding tone, "You young man, you have so nerve to co here after beating our people!"
Without saying a word, Ren Feng stepped forward and kicked him hard in the chest. Instantly, Mr. Zhao's fat body flew through the air like a pig and crashed onto the glass table, shattering it.
The other wealthy businessn, who were about to speak harshly, were intimidated by Ren Feng's deanor and swallowed their words.
This person before them seed a bit terrifying.
"Young man, calm down. I think there's so misunderstanding here." One businessman approached with a smile plastered on his face.
"Yes, young man, don't be so impulsive. It's no good for either of us. Besides, I believe there's nothing that can't be solved with money, don't you think?" Mr. Chen also chid in from the side.
anwhile, the bar manager ca over with a bunch of people. He was a middle-aged man, also in a suit. Seeing Ren Feng and the group of businessn, as well as the bodyguards broken on the floor, he couldn't help but be stunned.
"Gentlen, whatever the issue is, you can sit down and discuss it. There's no need to get physical," the manager said with a smile.
Ren Feng didn't say anything, just calmly asked, "Who was it that wanted to invite my girlfriend over earlier?"
Mr. Chen smiled slightly, "Young man, there's no need to keep pursuing this. We're all just trying to get along out here. Let's say I give you a hundred thousand, would that settle things?"
"Who was the one who invited her?" Ren Feng's gaze turned cold, as the previously restrained killing intent and aura erupted, causing the businessn and the manager to feel a suffocating pressure.
"It was Mr. Chen. Young man, we just wanted to invite your girlfriend for a drink and make friends, that's all." A businessman said, with Mr. Chen nodding hastily in agreent, "Yes, yes, we didn't an anything else, it's just that your girlfriend is too beautiful, and we wanted to invite her for a drink."
"So, you're Mr. Chen?" Ren Feng's eyes faintly glanced at the businessman surnad Chen.
Mr. Chen felt cold sweat starting to form on his forehead. He couldn't understand why, in front of this young man, there was such imnse pressure, sothing he had never encountered before. It was similar to the pressure he felt when dealing with sly old foxes in business deals, although the nature was different. It suggested that this young man was extraordinary.
"Young man, how about I give you three hundred thousand, no, five hundred thousand to let this matter slide." Mr. Chen said with a smile.
However, Ren Feng's expression turned icy cold. He ignored Mr. Chen entirely and instead grabbed a handful of Mr. Chen's hair. Before Mr. Chen could react, his face still wearing a smile, he was slamd down hard onto another glass table by Ren Feng!
"Crash."
The glass shattered into pieces, and blood flowed freely over Mr. Chen's head from the sudden turn of events, causing another round of screams in the crowd.
Even the manager was stunned, never expecting that Ren Feng would dare do such a thing under these circumstances, cold sweat appearing on his forehead.
Mr. Chen was also enraged, trembling as he pointed at Ren Feng: "You, you..."
The businessn beside him also fud, thinking that despite their friendly smiles, Ren Feng still dared to make a move.
"You're too arrogant. Let tell you, we could crush you with our money!" The businessn looked at Ren Feng with a harsh gaze.
"You refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit," one businessman shouted angrily, "I'm telling you, from now on, don't think about making a living in Jiangnan!"
"Oh, really?" Ren Feng's lips curled into a faint smile, "That is, if you can make it out of here."
Hearing this, the bar manager's face turned pale. Is he implying he intends to kill right in my bar? How am I supposed to keep my business running?
"Brother, let it go. It's better to avoid unnecessary troubles," the bar manager advised.
"These guys?" Ren Feng scoffed, "If they die, I won't."
"And what's this about crushing with money? Unless you have over ten trillion, don't boast, and I an in Pound Sterling," Ren Feng said casually. As if joking, Wind Mark rcenary Corps' enterprises make tens of millions easily, trying to compete with in wealth?
Ten trillion?
The businessn all laughed, thinking it was a joke.
Seeing them laugh, Ren Feng also smiled slightly and then directly went to turn off the music, picking up the microphone and said, "The bar's losses today will be on ."
The bar manager breathed a sigh of relief, thankful soone would cover the loss.
"Tonight, all of your consumption will be paid by ," Ren Feng said with a soft smile.
At these words, the crowd erupted in cheers, especially the won, who scread exaggeratedly, practically adoring Ren Feng.
"Moreover, everyone here tonight will receive ten thousand each," Ren Feng continued.
That wasn't just cheering; it was sheer pandemonium. Damn, this guy is generous.
The businessn were stunned, unsure about Ren Feng. If it's ten thousand each, the total amount would be at least a million here.
But soon, they scoffed. Could he really afford it?
Ren Feng slowly walked towards the businessn, all eyes fixed on him with admiration.
"You may talk big, but can you really afford it?" a businessman mocked.
"Who said I was going to pay?" A faint smile appeared on Ren Feng's lips, "Even if I have money, I won't play the fool. Naturally, you guys will pay for this."
We pay?
The businessn laughed disdainfully, with Ren Feng also wearing a smile, "If you don't pay, you won't be leaving this bar."
"Based on wha..."
A businessman attempted to protest, but Ren Feng cut him off with a punch, pounding him with enough force to swallow his words.
Sitting down slowly on the sofa, Ren Feng calmly said, "I don't joke around. Either pay up or beco permanently disabled; your choice."
Observing the silent Ren Feng, the businessn's expressions fluctuated.
"I haven't got ti for you to think. If there's no decision in one minute, I break one leg. Two minutes without a result, two legs. Three minutes, you won't be leaving." Ren Feng's calm words were chilling.
One businessman was about to speak when Mr. Chen stopped him and said, "Fine, we'll pay."
"Mr. Chen, this..." The others were anxious. Mr. Chen signaled them to be quiet and took out his phone to call for the money.
Before long, bodyguards arrived carrying two boxes, which, when opened, were full of cash.
Mr. Chen snorted coldly, turned, and walked away.
The bar manager looked at the money, utterly dumbfounded.
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