"As the heir to my Deng Group, dealing with you all is as simple as can be."
Young Master Deng glanced over, and the security guards felt a hint of fear, but more so, a suppressed rage.
He regretted not bringing more people with him, and next time, he would definitely equip his bodyguards with more weapons.
Right now, he felt truly stifled.
"Listen up, people from the Su Group! Because Mu Feng snatched my fiancée, I'm going to take it out on your Su Group!"
"If you can't give me a satisfactory explanation, then today your Su Group will face great misfortune."
"By then, I'll make Du Jiaojiao personally kneel before me and beg for my mercy."
"If Mu Feng dares to lay a single finger on my fiancée, I'll have Du Jiaojiao beaten to a pulp!"
As his voice fell, he suddenly noticed the security guards wearing mocking smiles.
Some even looked at him with pity.
While he was still wondering what was happening, he heard a gust of wind behind him.
He instinctively turned his head.
All he saw was a dark shadow rapidly expanding.
By the time he wanted to react, his actions couldn't keep up with his thoughts.
"Slap!"
A crisp slap echoed.
Young Master Deng's face swelled up on one side, his teeth flew out, and blood splattered in the air.
He himself was sent flying in an arc, crashing heavily onto the ground.
In that instant, he felt as if his mind had been smashed by a thousand-pound hammer.
His head buzzed, his thoughts becoming sluggish.
The bodyguards finally snapped back to attention, their gazes all fixed on Mu Feng.
The bodyguard captain roared through gritted teeth, "You dare to touch our Young Master? You must be seeking death!"
A dagger appeared in his hand, and he lunged towards Mu Feng's shoulder.
With his speed and strength,
This strike could sever Mu Feng's shoulder.
However, just as his blade neared Mu Feng, a security guard stepped forward, drew a weapon, and pressed it against the bodyguard captain's temple.
His speed was even greater than the captain's.
"Move again, and I guarantee your head will explode like a watermelon," the security guard said calmly, as if discussing an everyday matter.
Mu Feng said mildly, "Let him go."
The bodyguard captain's hands trembled slightly, and his heart quivered.
He had already realized these people were armed, but he hadn't expected them to draw their weapons in broad daylight and point them at him.
The cold touch against his temple felt like icy water drenching his heart, causing it to contract violently.
"His mouth is a bit dirty, it needs to be washed with blood. Do you think I'm wrong?" Mu Feng asked with a half-smile.
The bodyguard captain swallowed hard and quickly shook his head.
What a joke. His life was now in someone else's hands.
If he dared to say no, the next slap would likely land on his head.
Mu Feng nodded faintly, "It seems you're not completely foolish. Since you understand, then scram!"
"I hope I don't see you again."
The bodyguard captain hesitated, "Can I take our Young Master with me?"
Mu Feng merely chuckled.
He watched him with calm eyes.
"Let's go!"
The bodyguard captain chickened out. From those calm eyes, he seemed to glimpse mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
He had experienced blood and fire before.
He knew that feeling for sure.
This was the first time he had ever backed down, and he couldn't muster any thought of resistance.
A faint smile appeared on Mu Feng's face.
Young Master Deng, however, trembled all over. He had just regained his senses when he saw his own bodyguards disappearing at extreme speed from the square in front of the Su Group's entrance.
He was left alone, slumped there.
"You bunch of idiotic bastards! I'm your employer!"
"When faced with danger, you abandoned your employer and ran? Aren't you afraid your security company will become a laughingstock?"
He roared in anger.
However, with half his teeth gone and his mouth bleeding, his words were slurred and difficult to understand.
Mu Feng walked over with a smile, "Do you remember what you said earlier?"
"I said I'd make you swallow it with blood."
"And you have to do it yourself."
"When you pull out the teeth from the other side of your face, it stops. If I have to do it myself, I might just take your head off with one slap."
Hearing Mu Feng's casually spoken words, Young Master Deng snapped his head around. Terror and fear appeared in his eyes.
The overwhelming killing intent surged like a tidal wave, almost suffocating him.
His body trembled violently. His fear was so extreme that he lost control of his bladder.
"Don't... don't come any closer!"
"I am the sole heir of the Deng Group. My father is Deng Hanfeng."
"You might not know our company well, but if you knew me, you wouldn't target us so easily. Our company is extremely powerful, more than enough to deal with your Su Group."
"If you lay a hand on me, he definitely won't let you off."
Mu Feng asked with a half-smile, "Even if I let you go now, can the enmity between us be erased?"
Young Master Deng nodded without hesitation.
At this point, he wouldn't be foolish enough to fight a losing battle.
He could temporarily yield and seek revenge later. Next time, he wouldn't appear before Mu Feng in person.
This guy was a scourge.
And the security personnel here were too much, actually being armed.
He also began to resent Du Weicai, who had practically thrown him into a death trap.
Mu Feng extended his hand with a half-smile.
The security personnel outside immediately handed him a weapon.
Without hesitation, he released the safety and aimed directly at the other side of Young Master Deng's face.
"It seems our hatred isn't enough. I think we should add some more, so you can clearly tell me that we can't just forget about this."
"No..."
"Bang!"
A loud explosion echoed.
Young Master Deng fell to the ground, clutching his face, screaming in agony, like a pig being slaughtered.
There was a hole in his face, running through from one cheek to the other.
Blood flowed from both sides of his face, and as he covered it, the blood from his mouth couldn't be contained.
Mu Feng's smile remained calm and serene, "Do you think our hatred is sufficient now?"
Young Master Deng trembled violently from the pain, his eyes filled with extreme terror.
"Madman, you're a madman!"
"You actually dared to use a weapon on me. Aren't you afraid of death?"