"Beg you?"
Wen Xiaofei’s face twisted with a hint of ferocity. What a joke, begging him would be the sa as bowing down to him. Since when had Wen Xiaofei ever bowed to the "forces of evil"?
"You can dream on."
With that, Wen Xiaofei lifted her foot and aid an infertility kick between Li Feng’s legs, but Li Feng quickly clamped her leg between his own with a swift move.
Wearing high heels, Wen Xiaofei naturally lost her balance and had to reach out and lean on Li Feng to stay upright.
"Let go of ."
Li Feng uttered an "Oh" and suddenly released her legs. Wen Xiaofei, already trying to pull away instinctively, scread as Li Feng let go, and she fell on her bottom with a thud.
Hiss.
Wen Xiaofei inhaled sharply through her teeth, cradling her sore behind, and glared resentfully at Li Feng: "You did that on purpose, didn’t you? Are you even a man, with your petty ways?"
Li Feng looked down at Wen Xiaofei sitting on the ground and sneered.
"You told to let go, I let go, and now it’s suddenly on purpose? Petty? So according to you, I should have just stood still and let you kick into childlessness and then cry and roll on the floor."
"Then you would stand above , watching crawl, and say with great entitlent, ’Scumbag, this is what you deserve.’"
"Heh."
"Journalist Wen, you really are sick, and not just a little sick at that. It’s not a persecution complex that you have; no, what you suffer from is Princess Syndro, believing that you are supre above all else. Nobody can ever challenge you because you are always right."
"And I want to ask, why is that?"
"Just because you’re pretty?"
"Or is it because you’re a journalist?"
Li Feng, looking down at Wen Xiaofei with disdain: "Perhaps others indulge you, but to be honest, you don’t an much to , so your beauty is just so-so."
"Next ti you run into , your fate won’t change."
Li Feng cast a cold glance at Wen Xiaofei and walked past her, returning to the social gathering, only to run straight into Fang Ting and Ma Shuangshuang, who were about to leave.
Fang Ting’s eyes saw red upon seeing Li Feng, especially since Li Feng had seemingly lucked out and beco Century Group’s ’godfather.’ In her eyes, this was nothing short of a fluke.
"Damn fluke."
Li Feng stopped, squinting at Fang Ting: "How’s that, Miss Fang? Seems like you’re quite upset!"
"What does it matter to you whether I’m upset?"
"Of course it matters to ; the more upset you are, the happier I am," Li Feng said with a smirk, which only intensified Fang Ting’s urge to beat the bastard in front of her to a pulp.
"Out of the way."
Fang Ting knew that confronting Li Feng now would only disadvantage her; the bastard really did hit won, and her face was still a bit swollen.
Ma Shuangshuang took a longer look at Li Feng and, along with Fang Ting, headed for the door of the gathering. She pushed on the door, but it seed to be locked.
"How co it won’t open?"
As Fang Ting spoke, she turned back sharply to look at Li Feng: "What are you trying to suggest, Mr. Li?"
Li Feng turned to face Fang Ting head-on.
"What am I trying to suggest?"
"What do you an, what am I suggesting? Why did you lock the door? What, you have so kind of plot in mind?"
"You must think that now that you’ve beco the godfather of Century Group, you’ve got so confidence, that you can start showing your claws and teeth at us. Let tell you, we’re not to be trifled with at the Heroine Association."
Li Feng shrugged.
"Heh, as if I’ve never crossed you before."
Back at the hotel, Li Feng had indeed ruffled the feathers of everyone in the Heroine Association.
"You!"
At the ntion of the incident at the hotel, Fang Ting beca even more enraged. Before she could vent her anger, suddenly a piercing sound ca from the microphone at the venue.
"Cough, cough cough."
A coughing sound ca from the microphone.
"Laitson, heroes, please quiet down for a mont, let say a few words."
"Today is a good day, Chairman Chen is blessed with a son and has sworn brotherhood, marking double happiness. Therefore, I’ve specially made a gift for Chairman Chen and everyone present."
"Now, I ask the staff to bring forth my gift, and I hope Chairman Chen will accept this surprise."
"Who’s speaking?"
"I don’t know."
"Who is this, such a good flatterer, even prepared a gift."
"Humph, just a bootlicker."
Though the people at the venue couldn’t see who was speaking, no one suspected anything; they were simply disdainful of such obvious sycophancy.
A waiter pushed a trolley to the center of the banquet, covered with a shroud.
"What’s this?"
"What else could it be, a cake."
"This huge cake must have been custom-made, right?"
Two waiters grabbed the wrapping from either side, revealing the surprise.
"Surprise!"
A shocked and startled voice ca through the venue’s speakers.
"What is this?"
"Glug, do we even need to ask? It’s a bomb."
"Ah!"
Many people instinctively backed away because beneath the wrapping wasn’t the imagined giant cake but a large liquid bomb.
"Surprise or not, unexpected or not?"
That mischievous voice sounded a lot like a clown’s—slick, exaggerated, and filled with shock.
Panic began to set in among the people at the banquet.
"Bomb!"
Many people started running toward the door.
"The door won’t open; it seems to be locked."
The people rushing to the door didn’t care; they went straight to it, trying to force it open, but they failed. More people sward in.
"Ah!"
Fang Ting got pushed aside by the crowd, even her high heels got trampled off.
"Heh, trying to escape?"
Just then, a piercing fire alarm went off, and the sound of rolling fire shutters ca from outside the hall. The hotel’s fire doors had activated, completely sealing the already-heavy main hall doors.
And the next second, nurous sprinkler heads above the banquet hall started spraying water, instantly raining down.
"Ah!"
Greater chaos ensued as so won scread.
"Scared already? The ga has just begun. The essence of the ga is coming up. The bomb in front of you has been modified from gasoline, and I have added a lot of sugar and chemicals to it."
"It has enough substance to turn this banquet hall into a sea of fire in an instant, and none of you in attendance will survive."
"Everyone has to die, and beco charred corpses at that. Just thinking about it sends chills up your spine."
The clown shivered and then chuckled, "Of course, it would be boring to end it all at once, so I’ve decided to play a few little gas. If you can pass the gas perfectly, maybe the fire departnt will arrive in ti to rescue you."
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