Li Zidong sneered, his gaze shifting away from Li Feng. The crowd parted, creating a pathway through which a group of muscular n clad in black suits, black shoes, and even black sunglasses strode in.
A minor celebrity gasped, eyeing the nacing-looking muscle n whose attire matched exactly with gangsters from the movies.
"What’s this supposed to be? Don’t you see who’s present here?"
A wealthy second-generation young man picked up his champagne and took a sip, behaving as if he had summoned those people himself.
His gaze swept past Li Feng, who was surrounded in the middle, and he scoffed lightly.
"Bold enough to challenge here, he should take a good look at himself in the mirror."
Li Zidong, with a smirk curling on his lips, looked at the uniform circle of thugs approaching and said toward Li Feng, "Continue showing off, Li Feng!"
"Give you a bit of sunshine and you think you’re radiant. Just a mongrel, yet you truly believe you’re a mber of the Li Family? Did I, the young master, acknowledge you?"
"How dare you hit ."
Li Zidong still felt a burning pain on his face, his nefarious smile looking towards Li Feng arrogantly.
"Think you can fight? Then keep going, let’s see how much you can handle."
"You all, listen well, grab him and tie him up for , then hang him up. Do it well, and I’ll give you a million."
Indeed, the wealthy can be capricious. Just talking ans throwing down a million, but the gathered young models and minor celebrities were no longer surprised by such arrogant displays by these rich second-generations, which depended solely on money and connections.
"Hehe, now there’ll be a good show to watch."
"This kid, as arrogant as he is, he’s just one person. Does he think he’s the Monkey King who can ascend to the heavens and enter the earth?"
Privately, many people whispered amongst themselves, all waiting eagerly for the excitent.
"Heh, a million, pretty generous."
Just then, a muscular man strode confidently through the pathway in the crowd towards Li Zidong who had just offered a million.
"Who is this guy?"
"Don’t know."
"Who called him over?"
The muscular man headed straight for Li Feng and nodded with a bow, "Young master Feng, I rushed over as soon as I received your call. I hope I haven’t delayed your business."
"Perfect timing."
Li Feng turned around, and the stylishly muscular man quickly indicated to his n to bring a chair, and two n in black suits imdiately moved a chair over, placing it behind Li Feng.
"Young master Feng, just command us. Your brothers would climb the mountains or dive into seas of fire without a second word."
While speaking, the muscular man took a champagne glass, rinsed it with champagne, poured a new glass, and handed it to Li Feng, his flattering deanor not at all resembling that of a gangster but more like a butler.
"What’s going on here?"
"Don’t understand."
"Aren’t these people called by us?"
"Bring him over to ." Li Feng raised his eyes to glance at Li Zidong, and the muscular man nodded. Imdiately two n in black suits rushed forward and grabbed Li Zidong out.
At this mont, Li Zidong also looked bewildered; weren’t these people ours? What in the hell is Li Feng, that he could also summon people?
"Let go of , do you know who I am, the young master? Daring to touch ."
The muscular man sneered, stepped forward, and slapped Li Zidong’s slightly chubby face.
Slap.
Li Zidong had never expected to be slapped in the face more than once today, which infuriated him: "You dare to hit ."
"Dare hit ."
"Believe it or not, I’ll kill you."
The muscular man looked scornfully at Li Zidong, "Kill ? I’m so scared, oh. With just you lot of trash, you dare to offend Young Master Feng."
"It’s you guys who are asking for trouble."
"Heh, just a mont ago offering a million to take down Young Master Feng, who gave you the audacity? Do you even know who he is to dare spout such nonsense?"
"Make him kneel."
The burly man coldly glanced at Li Zidong as two n in black suits kicked Li Zidong behind his knees, causing him to kneel with a thud in front of Li Feng.
"What’s going on."
At this mont, the crowd parted again, and several thugs popped their heads out.
"Hao Ge, you finally made it. Where are the people you brought?"
A rich second-generation saw a scar-faced man, his spirits instantly lifted as he greeted him.
"I brought them."
The crowd parted once more as several ruffians carrying clubs joined the circle. "What’s happening here, Young Lei? I thought you had resolved this. You wouldn’t be fooling , would you?"
"These n in black suits aren’t with us."
"Young Lei, this is different from what you said earlier. You didn’t ntion the other side had henchn; this will cost extra."
"Add it, whatever amount is fine."
"Hey, Young Lei’s being generous. I’d like to see who dares to challenge ."
Scarface, exuding a commanding presence, stepped forward, surrounded by several n. He’d observed earlier that the opposing side had less than one-third the number of his n.
"Move aside, didn’t you hear? Or I’ll chop you to death."
"Where did this dog co from, barking around here?"
The muscular man in a black suit, ng Dong, directly glared at Scarface. Scarface, instantly infuriated by the remark, retorted, "I’m asking you, punk. What trash heap did you crawl out from? Trying to act tough in front of ? Believe it or not, I’ll chop you up."
"Heh, chop up? With your trash?"
ng Dong contemptuously glanced at him.
"Brothers, arm yourselves."
In an instant, the situation escalated.
"Heh, quite lively, isn’t it?" At that mont, another group approached from within the crowd. "Scarface Hao, I could hear you shouting from miles away."
"Why the chatter, just start chopping."
"Hua Xing, you’re here to join the fun too."
"Young Mu called , I had to show my face for him. It seems we should be on the sa side this ti."
"Humph," Scarface snorted coldly.
"Kid, still want to fight? We have more people than you," Scarface coldly sneered at ng Dong.
"Ha, hahaha."
Li Zidong looked up at Li Feng who was putting on airs. "Li Feng, trying to compete with ? What do you have to compare with ?"
"You’re destined to be a bastard all your life, and your mom, the mistress, is dead. Still thinking about entering our Li Family’s ancestral grave? Pathetic."
"Hurry up and release Young Dong," emboldened by their superiority in numbers, the previously silent rich kids beca arrogantly vocal.
Snap.
Li Feng smashed his wine glass on the ground, startling a few of the approaching rich kids.
Li Feng stood up from his chair, looking condescendingly at Li Zidong, his voice cold.
"Tie him up."
"Li Feng, with disaster looming, you still dare to be arrogant... Everyone, attack, kill him, and I’ll give you five million."
Five million.
That figure energized both Scarface Hao and Hua Xing. Five million was no small sum; they usually earned just a few thousand to tens of thousands as hired hands at most.
"Young Feng."
ng Dong turned his head towards the approaching Li Feng, respectfully calling out.
"It’s just a rabble; I can handle it."
Li Feng imdiately waved his hand, interrupting ng Dong: "This is my affair; I’ll handle it."
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