Chapter 352: Chapter 351: Destroying the Decrepit as if Pulling Up Rotten Wood
Half an hour later, Li Xiaoji saw Yang Fei stepping out of the taxi at the company’s main entrance.
Li Xiaoji had a heart full of resentment toward Yang Fei. Back when Yang Fei attended Li Xuanyu’s mother’s funeral in Korea, Li Xiaoji had wanted to take the opportunity to keep Yang Fei from leaving, but unfortunately, Yang Fei had managed to escape.
Later, he heard rumors that Jin Rixu, the powerful Crown Prince of the Jin Family, had been killed, and the person who murdered him was very likely Yang Fei.
Then he heard stories of Yang Fei showing off his might in Imperial City, and although Li Xiaoji was deeply impressed and shocked by Yang Fei’s abilities, the hate he felt for Yang Fei, as the scion of Korea’s number one financial tycoon, never faded.
He considered himself a high and mighty Crown Prince, while Yang Fei was just a commoner. Even as a cultivator, he was nothing more than a thug serving at the whim of financial tycoons.
He had never forgotten his desire for revenge.
This time, his third uncle and some masters had reached an agreement to target Yang Fei. Hearing this news, Li Xiaoji was quite excited and expressed his wish to personally see Yang Fei being crippled.
"Hahaha, Yang Fei, you really are audacious and skilled, daring to come to our company to collect a debt," Li Xiaoji said with a sneer upon seeing Yang Fei.
Yang Fei looked at Li Xiaoji as if he was looking at an idiot, "Do you think those two people by your side can protect you? Don’t try to provoke me, or I’m capable of killing someone in the street. Even if I would be held accountable afterward, by that time you would be dead, and it wouldn’t be worth it."
Li Xiaoji felt a chill on his neck and broke out in a cold sweat upon hearing this.
Indeed, provoking this guy now was truly irrational.
But his pride was at stake, and with a hard scalp, he hummed, "If you dare, then follow me to see my third uncle."
"Lead the way," Yang Fei said with a smile.
He had called Li Zhongni before because he wanted to see what his attitude was. Now looking at Li Xiaoji’s demeanor, it seemed that the other party was confident in dealing with him.
He knew that the Li Family’s Financial Group must have made thorough preparations this time and likely set up many skilled fighters in ambush. However, he had recovered 90 percent of his combat strength. Let alone some cultivators from Korea, even if Zhang Wenfeng himself showed up, he felt certain he could fight without defeat.
Following Li Xiaoji, he entered the building and headed towards the elevator entrance.
The two guards by Li Xiaoji’s side exuded fierce auras and kept a vigilant eye on Yang Fei.
They had long heard about Yang Fei’s prowess, but upon closer observation, they found that Yang Fei did not bring them a sense of danger, which puzzled them and even made them feel restless.
After entering the elevator, although Li Xiaoji mustered up his courage, he couldn’t help but cower behind the two guards.
One of the guards couldn’t resist saying, "Young master, shall we take him down first?"
Li Xiaoji’s expression changed with fright, and he shouted, "Shut up!"
Though these two were strong, when compared to the two guards who accompanied him the first time he met Yang Fei, they were not much stronger.
Those two couldn’t withstand a single move from Yang Fei back then, so how much stronger could these two be now?
Wasn’t this looking for death?
The two guards, scolded, felt somewhat dissatisfied, but still respectfully bowed their heads.
Yang Fei looked at them with a sneer of contempt on his face, not concealing his scorn.
For a martial artist to be reproached like this was a complete loss of face for any cultivator.
The elevator reached the top floor of the building, and Li Xiaoji stepped out first, immediately breathing a sigh of relief.
He truly feared that Yang Fei would suddenly strike at him inside the elevator.
After stepping out of the elevator, Yang Fei sensed several faint auras hiding around him, and couldn’t help but let out a cold laugh.
He strode in and pushed open the door to Li Zhongni’s office.
Inside the office, Li Zhongni sat like a lord in his chair. Upon seeing Yang Fei enter, he made no move to stand and greet him, but rather looked at Yang Fei with a smile brimming with contempt.
Yang Fei walked over and sat down on the sofa opposite him, casually took out a cigarette, placed it in his mouth, lit it, took a puff, and then raised his eyes to look at Li Zhongni and said, "I heard you kicked out Li Junwen and his wife from the company, and also claimed that this new product is a secret formula from Korea?"
Li Zhongni nodded with a smile, "Yes. Yang Fei, I really admire your abilities. Actually, as long as you’re willing to side with me, I can promise to value you even more than Li Xuanyu does. Whatever you want, I can provide."
Yang Fei smiled and shook his head, saying, "Sorry, when I initially agreed to help Li Xuanyu, it was because I’ve known her for many years, she’s a friend. As for you, you’re not worthy of my cooperation."
A hint of coldness flashed through Li Zhongni’s eyes as he said in a cold voice, "Li Xuanyu’s mother is already dead, and that old man at home has also been controlled by us. Within the entire Li Family’s Financial Group, Li Xuanyu is now less than a dog, she can’t return home. What future do you have by continuing to follow her? Doesn’t your Divine Continent have an old saying, ’a wise man submits to circumstances’? I’ll give you one last chance, come and pledge loyalty to me."
Yang Fei shook his head and said, "I came here for two things. First, stop the production and sales of the new product, issue a public apology, and state that this formula does not belong to Korea, but is actually an ancient secret formula from the Divine Continent. Second, pay me what I’m owed."
Li Zhongni burst into laughter, "Yang Fei, you’re too naive. Do you really think that just because you are a powerful martial artist, you can be lawless and disdain everyone? Let me tell you, the real puppet masters behind this world aren’t brute fighters like you, but us real tycoons."
Yang Fei couldn’t be bothered with him and said indifferently, "It seems you do not wish to comply with my requests?"
Li Zhongni looked disdainful, "Offering you a chance to join me is my way of showing respect for you. Since you’re being so unappreciative, then go to hell."
As his words fell, the sound of suppressed gunfire suddenly broke out.
It was the sound of guns equipped with silencers.
The gunmen hiding in the rest room behind Li Zhongni received the signal to act from him and decisively opened fire on Yang Fei.
Yang Fei’s figure flickered, and the sofa where he had been sitting was riddled with four or five holes, its stuffing bursting out.
Seeing his swift reaction, dodging the bullets’ assault, Li Zhongni couldn’t help but snort coldly.
The next moment, several figures charged out from behind Li Zhongni. These individuals exuded a powerful aura, each wielding cold weapons like knives and swords, their murderous intent surging like specters as they rushed towards Yang Fei.
They were all peak masters in the Late Stage Energy Transformation Third Rank, and these people had heavy killing intent and were skilled in coordination, swiftly surrounding Yang Fei, attacking him in a frenzy.
Yang Fei, with a cigarette clutched in his lips, wore a scornful cold smile on his face.
His figure moved agilely among the assassins, casually dodging all their attacks as if juggling.
The next instant, he reached out and grabbed the wrist of one of them.
’Crack!’
Amid the crisp sound of breaking bones, the man cried out in pain.
Yang Fei delivered a kick, sending the man’s steel knife flying from his hand. The man’s body was flung out, slamming hard against the wall near Li Zhongni, causing a large section of it to collapse instantly.
Grasping the steel knife, a series of clinking sounds followed, and amidst the sparks, several thuds were heard, and in the blink of an eye, the spacious office fell silent.
The heavy scent of blood wafted through the air, and the floor was littered with numerous chunks of flesh—whole arms, a shoulder cut cleanly off, bodies decapitated with torrents of fresh blood gushing from the necks.
From the clash to the end of the battle, less than the duration of ten breaths had passed, and Li Zhongni’s office floor now bore five mutilated corpses.