The two arrived at the hotel entrance, where a group of men in black stood blocking the way. Each of them wore a stern expression and neat attire.
When Ling Feng's car stopped, four of them stepped forward.
"This place is booked by our Heavenly Blade Society today. Please leave!"
Ling Feng, through the car window, calmly replied, "We're looking for someone."
Upon hearing this, the four glanced at Ling Feng's attire and burst into laughter.
"Kid, don't make trouble for yourself. The person you're looking for isn't here today. Hurry up and scram, or we'll smash your car and throw you into the Clear River to feed the fish."
Ling Feng, hearing this, did not get angry or move. He simply nodded at Yang Fei.
Yang Fei then got out of the car and slowly walked towards the four men.
The four seemed to sense Yang Fei's ill intentions, and each had already reached into their clothing.
"Kid, what do you think you're doing? You want to play rough? Do you know who's here today?"
One of them shouted.
If Yang Fei showed any hostility, they would strike immediately.
But before they could make a move, Yang Fei acted first.
"Bang bang bang bang!"
With four consecutive sounds, the four men fell to the ground.
The dozen or so people still guarding the entrance from afar, seeing the four men knocked out by Yang Fei in an instant, their expressions changed drastically.
In a flash, each of them revealed a handgun.
Their reaction was not slow, but Yang Fei was even faster.
Yang Fei moved like a leopard, lunging towards the right side of the crowd. His fists seemed to be swifter than bullets, and in a blink of an eye, all the dozen or so men were on the ground.
From beginning to end, not a single shot was fired.
Yang Fei returned to the car and chuckled, "Brother, do you want to throw them into the Clear River and let them taste being eaten by fish?"
"Let's go!"
Ling Feng said calmly, having no intention of bothering with them.
A fierce tiger does not roar at the squeaks of a rabbit. To Ling Feng, the people at the entrance weren't even worthy of being thrown into the river to feed the fish.
There were very few people in Hanjiang City who Ling Feng would consider feeding to the fish; what were these people?
Seeing this, Yang Fei gave a self-deprecating smile, then respectfully returned to the car, started it, and slowly drove towards the hotel.
The two got out of the car and quickly entered the hotel lobby.
Looking at the crowds moving back and forth in the lobby, Ling Feng frowned slightly and quietly instructed, "Go and ask someone where Ma Yifei is."
Yang Fei nodded and accepted the order. His method of asking was quite novel. He walked to the side, casually grabbed a person who looked like a member of the Heavenly Blade Society, and brought him over.
Seeing Yang Fei's imposing presence, that person mistook him for an important figure attending the event today and dared not resist. He obediently followed Yang Fei to Ling Feng.
"Brother, this person should have the information we want," Yang Fei chuckled.
Ling Feng glanced at the man and asked, "Where is Ma Yifei?"
The man was slightly stunned and asked in surprise, "Ma... Hall Master Ma?"
"Speak!"
Yang Fei suddenly tightened his grip, causing the man to tremble in pain, his eyes almost tearing up. He quickly said, "He's in the private room ahead, all accompanying that important guest. May I ask who you two are?"
However, Ling Feng clearly had no interest in answering his question.
After getting the desired answer, Yang Fei let go of the man and followed Ling Feng towards the private room indicated.
Upon reaching the door of the private room, Yang Fei stepped forward and kicked it open with a "bang!"
Instantly, everyone in the private room looked towards the door.
Yang Fei retracted his foot and stepped aside.
Ling Feng's figure appeared at the doorway, coldly scanning the people in the private room.
Three figures, two old and one young, immediately caught Ling Feng's attention.
These three were seated in the center of the sofa in the private room, their expressions calm, showing none of the fear or anger in the eyes of the others.
Moreover, they exuded a powerful aura.
It was clear that they were all rare martial arts practitioners.
However, Ling Feng only glanced at them and didn't look again. His gaze swept over the other people in the private room, and he coldly asked, "Who is Ma Yifei?"
The three did not answer. Instead, they shifted their gaze from Ling Feng to the surrounding people, as if trying to ascertain Ling Feng's identity.
At this moment, everyone finally came to their senses. Several people immediately stood up angrily, staring at Ling Feng and shouting, "Kid, who are you? How dare you cause trouble here?"
"Where is Ma Yifei?"
Ling Feng spoke again.
This time, there was finally a slight change in the eyes of the three.
One of the older men stood up and looked at Ling Feng, saying, "Ma Yifei is a member of the Heavenly Blade Society?"
Ling Feng did not answer, nor did he need to. He wanted Ma Yifei, and the other's identity was not within his consideration.
Seeing Ling Feng's arrogance, the young man beside him seemed to be angered and stood up with a swish.
However, the elder who spoke gently placed his hand on his shoulder and shook his head.
Then he turned his head back to look at Ling Feng.
"We are not members of the Heavenly Blade Society, nor are we from Hanjiang City. We are just passing through here today and could not refuse your kind invitation. Since you have personal grievances, we shall leave!"
This person was quite straightforward. After saying this, he actually called the other elder and the young man beside him to get up and leave.
But as they reached the door, Ling Feng showed no intention of letting them pass.
The young man could no longer hold back. He looked at Ling Feng and shouted angrily, "Kid, don't be too arrogant. Do you know..."
"Xiao Wu, shut up!"
But before he could finish speaking, the elder beside him sharply cut off his words.
The young man was clearly afraid of the elder and remained silent, but his eyes were filled with malicious resentment as he glared at Ling Feng.
At this moment, Yang Fei stepped out and looked at the three people before him, coldly stating, "If Ma Yifei is not found, no one can leave this place."
The three returned to their seats.
Xiao Wu was quite indignant and complained in a low voice to the elder who had reprimanded him.
"Grandpa, why are you being so subservient? With our family's influence, even larger cities than Hanjiang City wouldn't dare to treat us with such disrespect."
The elder's eyes flickered, and he said in a low voice, "The situation is unclear. It's best not to create further complications. This person is exceptionally mysterious. Why should we draw attention to ourselves?"
While the two were speaking, the area outside the private room had already become lively.
All the members of the Heavenly Blade Society had put aside their entertainment and were surging towards this place.
"Who is it? Who dares to cause trouble here?"
Accompanied by an angry roar, a middle-aged man with a balding head strode into the private room, followed by countless members of the Heavenly Blade Society.
This person was Jin Dazhong, the leader of the Heavenly Blade Society, also known as the smiling Buddha of Slaughter, Fatty Jin.
However, at this moment, there was not a trace of a smile on his face.
Not only was there no smile, but his face was also filled with rage.
The three important guests that the Heavenly Blade Society was hosting were crucial to their development.
Unexpectedly, at this time, someone would come to disrupt their affairs?
Blocking someone's path is a mortal enmity!
If Fatty Jin could still smile at this moment, he would not deserve the title of Buddha of Slaughter.
With a furious expression, Fatty Jin stood not far from Ling Feng and Yang Fei.
"Did you two injure our Heavenly Blade Society brothers at the hotel entrance?"
Yang Fei stepped forward and replied, "Yes!"
At this point, the members of the Heavenly Blade Society had surrounded Ling Feng and Yang Fei from all directions. Looking around, there were crowds of people, clearly numbering over a hundred.
Fatty Jin, with a cold face, looked at Yang Fei for a moment before shifting his gaze to Ling Feng.
"Are you locals?"
Ling Feng suppressed Yang Fei, who was about to speak, and replied, "Born and raised here."
Fatty Jin was slightly stunned at this and asked with surprise, "Since you are locals, you should know who we are, right?"
Ling Feng looked at the other's arrogant expression, and a hint of mockery flashed in his eyes.
"The Heavenly Blade Society, is it?"
Upon hearing this, Fatty Jin became furious and shouted, "Kid, since you know we are from the Heavenly Blade Society, how dare you come here and act so presumptuously? I think you're tired of living!"
At that moment, the surrounding members of the Heavenly Blade Society stepped forward, shouting in unison, "Insult our Heavenly Blade Society, and you shall be cut into a thousand pieces, with no mercy!"
Fatty Jin had expected the two before him to show fear at the sight of the current situation.
However, Ling Feng and Yang Fei did not even flinch.
Not only did they show no fear, but their eyes even revealed a cold smile of mockery and contempt.
Unconcealed mockery and contempt were the most unbearable humiliation in the world.
Fatty Jin's eyes were filled with murderous intent, and his teeth were gritted tightly.