The security personnel rushing over didn't even have time to react before they all fell to the ground without warning.
Mu Feng strode over them.
"In ten minutes, you will recover on your own."
He left only these words behind.
He took the elevator directly to the top floor.
Huo Feng had already provided him with some detailed information.
"Why are you here?" Shen Weihao, still feeling a sliver of guilt, was smoking against the wall when he saw Mu Feng.
"Did you call Sasha here?"
Mu Feng walked forward slowly, his face betraying no emotion, though his heart was burning with rage.
Shen Weihao angrily threw his cigarette butt on the ground, his eyes blazing, "Damn it all, it's all your fault, you orphan. If it weren't for you, Young Master Zhao wouldn't have targeted me specifically."
"Do you know I'm almost finished? My unit is about to fire me."
"If Young Master Zhao hadn't spoken up for me, the position my entire family worked to obtain would be completely gone."
"So you tricked Sasha into coming?" Mu Feng's voice remained calm.
Shen Weihao said furiously, "I wasn't tricking her, I was finding her a shortcut."
"If she can serve Young Master Zhao well, she'll enjoy endless glory and wealth."
As soon as he finished speaking.
"Slap!"
A slap landed on his face.
Half his face burned with pain. The corner of his mouth was cracked by the slap, and blood began to flow.
His ears were ringing.
"You… you dare to hit me?"
"This is Jin Ding Xuan Club. You're dead if you dare to lay a hand on me here!"
"Slap slap!"
Two consecutive slaps followed.
Shen Weihao's vision swam. He couldn't stand steady and stumbled to the ground.
"I'll deal with you later!"
Mu Feng said coldly, kicking open the private room door.
"Damn it, who dares to disturb…"
Zhao Peng turned around cursing.
He then saw Mu Feng standing at the doorway.
His shirt was already discarded.
Meng Sha had been cornered by him, and he was on the verge of succeeding.
"Mu Feng, you actually dare to come to Jin Ding Xuan Club. Today, I'll break all your limbs and make you kneel before me like a dog."
"And I'll have her right in front of you."
"I'll let you know the consequences of offending me!"
Mu Feng didn't reply, walking straight ahead. As he passed the coffee table, he casually picked up a bottle of wine.
"What do you want to do?" Zhao Peng's pupils contracted.
Mu Feng swung the bottle down.
"Bang!"
The bottle of foreign liquor exploded on Zhao Peng's head.
The sharp, shattered glass cut through Zhao Peng's forehead.
Blood poured down.
The intense pain and dizziness made Zhao Peng unsteady. He raised a hand to support himself against the wall.
And the next moment.
Mu Feng thrust the broken wine bottle forward.
The glass pierced through Zhao Peng's palm, pinning him to the wall.
"Ah…"
His piercing scream followed.
Meng Sha threw herself into Mu Feng's arms, sobbing with tears in her eyes.
Mu Feng gently patted her delicate back. "It's alright, with me here, no one will touch you."
"Let me get justice for you."
Meng Sha nodded. Seeing Zhao Peng screaming in agony, her fear gradually subsided. She could only think one thing: serves him right!
Zhao Peng's face contorted like a ghost, his eyes filled with red veins. He roared hysterically, "You won't be able to leave Jin Ding Xuan Club today. My godfather's territory will soon have people here to take you down."
"Then I'll flay you alive and scatter your ashes to the wind!"
As soon as he finished speaking.
Mu Feng turned and grabbed another wine bottle, smashing it down on his head.
The sound abruptly stopped.
Zhao Peng felt the world spin.
But with one hand pinned to the wall, the pain from his body falling made him jolt awake.
Before his scream could escape.
The shattered wine bottle was flung out, whistling through the air, and embedded itself below him.
"Oww…"
The cry was like that of a wounded beast, howling desperately.
The sharp wine bottle had pierced his manhood.
"I guess I've confiscated your tools of the trade. You can't complain!"
Zhao Peng trembled violently all over.
Blood dripped from his pants onto the floor.
At this moment, his eyes had been completely replaced by a blood-red hue.
The dense red veins in his eyeballs seemed about to burst.
His appearance startled Meng Sha beside him.
"Do you feel avenged?" Mu Feng asked with a smile.
Meng Sha nodded quickly, her eyes still filled with deep concern, "Brother Feng, let's run quickly!"
"His godfather is Liu Jin Xuan. We can't afford to offend him."
"Before they find us…"
However, before she could finish speaking.
A group of people surged in.
All of them were burly men wearing black tank tops, adorned with dragons and phoenixes, each looking fierce and menacing.
The continuous stream of people almost filled the private room.
Shen Weihao stood outside, laughing triumphantly, "You're dead! You dare to hit Young Master Zhao, you won't see tomorrow's sun, and you'll die a miserable death."
His voice made Meng Sha even more indignant.
But before she could speak, the crowd slowly parted.
A man in his thirties appeared, a ferocious scar on his face, his eyes sinister.
"Since Jin Ding Xuan Club opened, for six years, no one has dared to cause trouble here. You are the first."
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Mu Feng glanced at the scarred face and said faintly, "Tell Liu Jin Xuan to come out."
"You think you're worthy of calling out for our Master Jin?"
The scarred face sneered and took a sharp long knife from his subordinate. "Not just any cat or dog can call our Master Jin by name, let alone that you not only caused trouble here but also beat Young Master Zhao like that."
"If I simply kill you, Young Master Zhao might not agree."
Zhao Peng was still trembling all over, his eyes red, and he gritted out through clenched teeth, "Break his hands and feet. I want to flay him alive myself."
The scarred face nodded, "No problem!"
With that, he flipped the blade and attacked without warning.
With a whistling sound, the flat of the blade swung towards Mu Feng's shoulder bone.
This strike wouldn't break the skin but would shatter the bone.
The lightning-fast strike stopped instantly in mid-air.
The scarred face's eyes widened in shock and disbelief.
He hadn't held back at all.
Yet, someone had lightly held it between two fingers, as if he were deliberately offering the blade.
Mu Feng sneered, "I asked you to call Liu Jin Xuan, but you wouldn't cooperate. So I'll have to find my own way to make him appear."