The moment the Dragon Scale appeared, the temperature in the corridor outside booth 101 instantly dropped.
Seeing Li Qingfeng ahead, Ji Fenglin shouted in panic, "Go up and kill Li Qingfeng! The bounty is one million!"
Upon hearing Ji Fenglin's words, the surrounding security personnel were stunned. They looked at Li Qingfeng as if he were a peerless beauty.
After all, this was walking money, a million dollars!
Without a word, these men charged forward.
As for Zheng Yingxue and Little Red Mao, they were completely forgotten. Dozens of them descended upon Li Qingfeng like a dark cloud.
At this moment, many weapons appeared in their hands.
Some held daggers, some had clubs, and some wielded brooms. The most outrageous was a hulking brute who directly grabbed an esports chair from the room and charged forward.
In short, they grabbed anything they could find.
Seeing their eagerness, Ji Fenglin clutched his backside and shouted loudly, "You are all excellent employees of my Golden Bathhouse! Once this is done, you'll all get bonuses!"
For these people, nothing was more motivating than money. They all acted as if they had been injected with adrenaline.
"Slap!"
"What are you doing? Can't you aim properly? The enemy is over there!"
Amidst the chaotic scene, Little Red Mao's palm landed precisely on his subordinate's hand.
Seeing his boss hit him, the subordinate said aggrievedly, "Boss, why are you hitting me? That's a million dollars walking!"
"Slap!"
Little Red Mao hit his subordinate twice more and yelled at him, "Can't you have some backbone? They are our teammates. If anything happens to you, I wouldn't sell you out for a million dollars! Charge! Counterattack!"
Li Qingfeng, who had already stopped expecting anything from them, was touched by Little Red Mao's words.
Thus, the two men, who had only known each other for a little over two hours, achieved perfect synchronicity.
Looking at Little Red Mao beside him, Li Qingfeng drew his Dragon Scale blade and made a semicircular slash, his most formal sword-holding stance.
He shouted, "Today, I, Li Qingfeng, will fight alongside you! For the glory of Sunshine Avenue! Charge!"
"For the glory of Sunshine Avenue, let's go!"
Hearing his words, Little Red Mao also charged forward.
The people from the Golden Bathhouse on the other side never expected that with a five-to-one disadvantage, the opposing side would dare to launch a collective charge!
Thus, the two groups collided, and the sounds of clanging and smashing echoed intermittently.
To everyone's surprise, Li Qingfeng, fighting with all his might, took on more than twenty opponents.
Any man in black who got close to him was unceremoniously sent flying with a kick or a slap.
The sound of slaps continued. Anyone who dared to resist was, without exception, slapped away by Li Qingfeng.
"Slap..."
Seeing the scene before him, Little Blue Mao couldn't stop swallowing. He looked at his boss, Red Mao, and slowly said.
"Boss, thank goodness Big Brother wasn't serious just now, or we would have been the ones getting slapped! But honestly, Big Brother's slaps are really good. Not too protruding, not too flat, simply perfect!"
Looking at the swollen, bruised faces of the Golden Bathhouse men, he felt that the fight today was particularly satisfying.
Hearing his words, Li Qingfeng quickly turned his head and gave him a silencing look. He had already used very little force.
"Li Qingfeng, don't be so arrogant! I don't believe you can fight all of us!"
Ji Fenglin, who had been observing the situation from the rear, could no longer sit still and quickly jumped out to stabilize the situation.
"All of you, attack Li Qingfeng with all your might! If you slap him, I'll give you ten thousand yuan! Slap him a few times, and I'll give you more money! Slap him as much as you want! I, Ji Fenglin, am rich!"
Hearing his words, the security personnel's eyes turned red. They glared at Li Qingfeng like brass bells.
Their noses were filled with ragged breaths, their breathing no longer synchronized with their heart rates.
After all, having been at the Golden Bathhouse for so long, this was the first time they had encountered such a large sum of money. It was almost unbelievable.
But seeing Ji Fenglin's serious demeanor, they knew they were about to strike it rich today.
"Brothers, let's go together! I don't believe that a few thousand pounds can't bring down a skinny stick!"
Immediately, these men abandoned any pretense of skill and lunged towards Li Qingfeng.
Seeing their actions, Li Qingfeng almost couldn't breathe. He muttered quietly, "I, Li Qingfeng, have swum with fish and played with ghosts, but I've never seen such a shameless group attack!"
However, his muttering was impossible for them to respond to.
Their eyes had changed. In their view, Li Qingfeng was nothing more than stacks of thick banknotes, scattering without the need for wind, just by taking a few steps!
"Stop watching the show! Help pull Big Brother out!"
Little Red Mao's tongue slipped at this moment. Following Little Blue Mao's address, he directly shouted.
Hearing his words, these subordinates all assumed their boss had gained a new nickname, and they charged forward with loud cries.
Their task was to help Li Qingfeng, who was being crushed, pull off the Golden Bathhouse security personnel who were weighing him down.
"Hey, hey, hey, brother, why are you pulling me? If I slap Li Qingfeng later, I'll split the money with you, how about that?"
"Hey, brother, don't do that, why are you pulling my second brother?"
"Big brother, this is my dearest friend, my sworn brother! You want to touch him? ...Fine, you'll have to pay more! If you pay enough, don't treat me like a human!"
Facing the actions of Little Red Mao and his men, these people exerted their utmost strength.
In short, they said whatever came to mind, which momentarily left Little Red Mao and his men unsure of how to proceed.
But what about Li Qingfeng?
As they were pondering, Li Qingfeng, who was merely pinned down by these Golden Bathhouse men, was getting beaten!
"Slap!"
"Hahaha! I, Wang Badan, finally slapped Li Qingfeng's face! Ten thousand yuan is in the bank!"
"Slap... slap! I'm slapping again, another twenty thousand yuan in hand! My hand hurts from slapping, but I'm willing! Just keep slapping..."
His laughter was extremely loud. Hearing his words, the security personnel became even more excited, desperately trying to squeeze closer.
Just then, an angry male voice rang out.
"Bastard, get off me! You're slapping me, Ji Fenglin! Do you want to die?"
"Ouch!"
Ji Fenglin's angry voice echoed from beneath the crowd. As soon as he spoke, he cried out in pain and covered his mouth.
Hearing his voice, which had a slight lisp, and although distorted, they recognized it as their boss. The men quickly scrambled off.