Chapter 982: Chapter 982: Begging for Mercy on Their Knees
The burly man’s words had barely left his mouth.
Li Feng flicked his wrist, and the hot tea from the teacup in his hand splashed directly onto Wang Jinfa’s face.
"Ah!"
Caught off guard, Wang Jinfa got a face full of hot liquid, screaming miserably.
"You don’t want to live anymore."
The burly man, holding a watermelon knife against Li Feng’s neck, was about to chop him, but to Li Feng, his actions were as slow as a snail.
Li Feng reached out, grabbed the blade of the watermelon knife, and kicked the guy in the shin.
Thud.
The burly man lost his balance and directly knelt on the ground, clutching his aching knees, while Li Feng swiftly seized the watermelon knife, giving the man a cold sweep as he swung it backhand.
Smack.
The back of the watermelon knife struck the man’s face, which was full of flesh, creating a crisp sound echoing in the room.
Spurt.
The burly man spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with teeth.
Recovering from being splashed with hot tea, Wang Jinfa’s face still throbbed with pain, and he glanced up at Li Feng who dared to fight back.
"Motherfucker, chop him up for me."
Wang Jinfa had never suffered such a loss before, discarding the initial plan, now he just wanted this bastard dead.
The subordinates Wang Jinfa brought were all ruthless fighters he had specially groomed.
They immediately drew their watermelon knives and, without saying a word, charged at Li Feng.
Li Feng sneered disdainfully, exerting force, shattering the teacup in his hand, and flinging the shards at the thugs.
Ah!
Instantly, the eyes of two people were pierced, and the faces of the other four were marred, blood spurting, as Li Feng got up from the chair and strode forward.
Hesitating thugs didn’t have time to wield their watermelon knives before Li Feng closed the distance, taking them down in a swift series of moves, pinning them to the ground.
Li Feng looked up at the fierce-looking Wang Jinfa.
Gulp.
Wang Jinfa swallowed hard, knowing well that his men weren’t pushovers, with even three of them having done time in prison.
He thought Li Feng was just a kept pretty boy, imagining his men with knives would make him beg for mercy.
Who would have thought?
In the blink of an eye, everyone he brought was lying on the ground, miserably defeated.
Seeing this, Wang Jinfa felt a chill, as Li Feng deftly lifted a watermelon knife with his foot, and caught it in his hand, turning to slash.
Wang Jinfa dropped to his knees with a thud.
The watermelon knife swept over Wang Jinfa’s head.
"Grandpa Li, I was wrong, please don’t hold it against me, I was tricked into coming here."
"Yes, it was all arranged by that bastard Zhang Shengli."
"Zhang Shengli?"
"Yeah, he’s the lead disciple of the Heavenly Master’s protector, we all call him big brother. It was this bastard who told me to cause trouble at the hotel restaurant."
"And to come to this teahouse, that was his arrangement too, I was just doing his bidding. Grandpa, in this matter, it’s all by his orders. I have no grudge against you, why would I trouble you for no reason?"
Li Feng looked at Wang Jinfa, who quickly sold out the mastermind: "Oh, is that so?"
Wang Jinfa nodded repeatedly.
"Then bring him here for me."
Li Feng suddenly turned around, throwing the knife from his hand, embedding it into the floor between Wang Jinfa’s legs.
Startled, Wang Jinfa wet his pants.
"Hurry up now."
"Yes, yes, I’ll go right away."
Wang Jinfa scrambled to his feet like a frightened rabbit and limped out of the room.
Motherfucking hell, Zhang Shengli, you’ve killed me.
"Zhang Shengli, where are you? Get out here."
"Mr. Wang, all done?"
Zhang Shengli, dressed in a suit, walked out from another room, and Wang Jinfa immediately grabbed him by the collar.
"You’ve fucking ruined me, you kept pretty boy."
Zhang Shengli didn’t expect Wang Jinfa to grab him.
"Wang Jinfa, you mad bastard, let go of me."
"What’s going on here?"
Due to the rush, Zhang Shengli hadn’t set up any bugging devices or anything, finding no need.
Having reviewed Li Feng’s details, Zhang Shengli instantly recognized who Li Feng was.
The recent infamous Century Group chairman, rumored to have gotten his position by cozying up to women, the notorious pretty boy.
To Zhang Shengli, this was in the bag, so he had Zhang Jinfa, a man from the underworld, gather a crew of seven or eight tough guys.
This lineup against a kept pretty boy should have been a walk in the park, allowing Wang Jinfa’s men to beat him up before he stepped in to directly kidnap him.
The target came here alone and had no significant background, they might even be fellow companions.
Zhang Shengli planned to bind the guy and force him to hand over his money.
But seeing Wang Jinfa, it seemed things had gone awry.
"What’s the situation, just go in and see for yourself."
Wang Jinfa dragged Zhang Shengli towards the room.
"That young master Li, he’s Zhang Shengli."
Being dragged into the room, Zhang Shengli took a deep breath at the sight of thugs lying around.
Miscalculation.
Zhang Shengli never expected Li Feng, this pretty boy, to be so ruthless that those tough guys couldn’t subdue him.
Zhang Shengli tore Wang Jinfa’s hand off him, pushing Wang Jinfa to the ground as he turned to run.
Li Feng coldly watched Zhang Shengli trying to flee, kicking a watermelon knife on the ground, which flew directly into Zhang Shengli’s calf.
Thud.
Zhang Shengli fell headlong, turning to see the knife in his leg, and let out a scream.
Zhao Xiaohui stood frozen beside Zhang Shengli, regaining her senses only to see Li Feng walk out of the room.
Zhao Xiaohui bit her lip, her face full of shock.
Li Feng looked down from above at Zhang Shengli, saying, "You’re the leading disciple of the Heavenly Master’s protector, you must have some standing in the Longevity Sect."
"I’ll give you a way out, take me to see the Heavenly Master."
Zhang Shengli gritted his teeth, looking up at Li Feng: "No way."
"Oh."
Seeing the defiant man, Li Feng smiled faintly: "Is that so?"
"Bring me that knife."
"Hey."
Wang Jinfa, already scared, obeyed Li Feng’s command without daring to object, quickly picking up a watermelon knife and handing it to Li Feng.
Zhao Xiaohui watched Li Feng pick up the watermelon knife: "Li Feng, what are you going to do?"
"I want to see Master Lin."
"That’s my only request."
Li Feng said, letting the watermelon knife fall freely from his hand.
"Ah!"
Zhao Xiaohui turned away, unable to watch.