Ren Yuanhao's eyes flickered. Before Zhou Feilong could respond, he felt a powerful, unmatched surge of energy hit his chest like a wall!
Immediately after, the falling urn of ashes was caught steadily by Ren Yuanhao.
"To desecrate the soul of a lady, your sins are profound. Now, I'll give you three seconds to get out of here smoothly. This uncle owes you quite a bit, and you must settle it clearly. What is yours, Yi Shu will not shortchange you a single bit."
Ren Yuanhao carefully handed the urn of ashes to Zhao Wei. He believed that Zhao Wei would protect it even at the cost of his life. Feng Xiaoshuo Novel Network
"What the hell do you think you are?"
Zhou Feilong stood up from the corner, his chest feeling as if it had caved in. He waved his hands, "What are you guys waiting for? Go!"
The six men were no match for Zhou Feilong in terms of verbal sparring or skill, but when it came to fighting, this was their forte.
The six men surrounded Ren Yuanhao. The other women frowned tightly, and Zhao Yishu bit her lower lip, seemingly never having been so worried about a man. Although she knew this man was well-built, her opponents were fierce and aggressive, and there were six of them attacking together. She feared the worst.
While lost in thought, the six men had already surrounded Ren Yuanhao from all directions, forming an inescapable net. But at this moment, Ren Yuanhao touched his nose and said with a casual tone, "It seems you prefer to drink the bitter wine."
As soon as the words fell, Ren Yuanhao abruptly turned around, "Hey, woman, haven't I put out my cigarette yet?"
"What time is it, and you're still worried about a cigarette? Be careful!"
Zhao Yishu chided.
"Don't worry, these guys will soon become dead fish and shrimp."
Ren Yuanhao's lips curved upwards. The six men raised their fists to strike. The women only heard a series of groans and involuntarily closed their eyes. But the moment they closed their eyes, they felt shadowy figures flash by, accompanied by whistling gusts of wind. When they opened their eyes again, they saw Ren Yuanhao seemingly not having moved at all, while those who had lunged at him were lying sprawled on the ground, moaning incessantly!
As for Zhou Feilong, he had already run to the elevator entrance. He turned back and said fiercely, "You wait, kid. If you mess with me, your disaster is about to befall you!"
The elevator descended. Ren Yuanhao did not choose to stop it but walked over to Zhao Wei.
"Uncle, bear with it for a moment."
"Mm, I'm alright."
Ren Yuanhao pulled up his trouser leg. Zhao Wei's entire lower leg was swollen, and his ankle was protruding high.
He channeled a gentle, water-attribute true qi into his hand, then exerted force. The nearly fractured ankle immediately let out a heart-wrenching crack. Zhao Wei endured it without a sound, his foot having been twisted back into place.
"Everyone, you should move aside for now. That bastard will definitely come back."
Ren Yuanhao helped up the frightened women one by one, then walked to Zhao Yishu.
"We can call the police. I can't leave you here. If it's really necessary, I can give them money."
Zhao Yishu unconsciously tightened her grip on Ren Yuanhao's hand. Even though Ren Yuanhao had displayed formidable combat power, she understood the principle that there's always someone better, especially with organizations like that; they likely had many capable fighters.
"I can't leave you with any worries. If these people aren't taught a lesson, they will persistently pester you. Take your people and go."
As Ren Yuanhao finished speaking, Zhou Feilong's voice reappeared!
"Yo? Thinking of running now, is it too late? Oh, no, it's us who are too fast, and didn't give you time to escape. My apologies."
Zhou Feilong emerged from the elevator, limping, with two neat human walls forming behind him like a formation. Beyond the human walls stood a man wearing sunglasses.
There were at least twenty to thirty people, all carrying short batons at their waists, which looked like they were electrified!
"They're here so quickly," Ren Yuanhao was somewhat surprised, but his face showed no fear. He took two steps forward, shielding Zhao Yishu behind him, and said indifferently, "It seems your organization does have some capability, but isn't this a bit too few people?"
"Heh, you don't need to worry about that. I think you should worry more about yourself!"
As Zhou Feilong was about to raise his hand, the man behind him, with an extraordinary demeanor, suddenly interrupted, "Wait."
Under the escort of the men on either side, the man walked to Zhou Feilong. The moment he saw Ren Yuanhao, his legs suddenly went weak.
"Young Master, what is this?"
Zhou Feilong, already in a difficult situation, even extended a hand to support the man, almost being pulled down by the one he called 'Young Master'.
Unexpectedly, as soon as this 'Young Master' steadied himself, he immediately raised his hand and slapped Zhou Feilong across the face, making him cry out in pain. Yet, Zhou Feilong dared not retaliate. Everyone else was bewildered as they heard the 'Young Master' shout, "You blind fool, you dare to provoke Brother Bao? Take your people and clean this place up immediately. If I find even a single spot that isn't tidy, all of you can get lost!"
Zhou Feilong was utterly confused, and Ren Yuanhao was equally bewildered. He had even prepared himself to flex his muscles a bit, never expecting such an outcome.
"But, Young Master, Zhao Wei does owe us."
Before Zhou Feilong could finish speaking, the Young Master's temper flared up, and he landed two more loud slaps.
"Money, money, money, all you talk about is money. Fortunately, Brother Bao is magnanimous. You're lucky to be alive to return. And you're still thinking about that little bit of money? Do you want me to say it a second time?"
Although Zhou Feilong was indignant, he knew that a man whom even the Young Master feared must have a considerable background. After a moment's thought, he suppressed his aggressive nature and, with his men's help, began to clean up the messy office.
At this moment, the Young Master took off his sunglasses and respectfully walked up to Ren Yuanhao, bowing and apologizing profusely.
"I am truly sorry. I just happened to pass by here today. This scoundrel said someone wasn't cooperating, so I brought these hoodlums. Who knew it was you, sir. This is truly..."
Ren Yuanhao scratched his head, his face still bewildered as he sized up the man again. Finally, he realized, "Hiss, that's right. You're the eldest son of that... media company, Chen what's-his-name?"
"It seems that important people often forget. It is indeed I."
"Good for you, Chen what's-his-name. How come you're everywhere?"
Ren Yuanhao seemed to have recalled that this man, who was not unattractive, was the young master of Fangxin Media, Chen Yufei.
"Ah, I haven't been involved in these matters for a long time. Today, it was truly a coincidence that I came to buy something that girls like. I..."
Before he could finish speaking, Ren Yuanhao glanced at the time and immediately interrupted him, "Alright, did you buy it?"
"No."
"Then what are you waiting for?"
"Yes, yes, yes. Brother Bao is right."