"Brother Yuan, don't be angry. Do you remember Brother Zhi?" the man with glasses suddenly remembered something and whispered in his ear.
Zhou Yuan frowned and said, "Remember? Why are you thinking of him?"
"He's not simple. We shouldn't fight a losing battle. Let's invite Brother Zhi back. With him here, this kid won't survive even if he had ten lives!"
The man with glasses' eyes were filled with killing intent. He also found Mu Feng extremely displeasing and wished he could cut him into a thousand pieces.
Zhou Yuan's eyes lit up, and the gloom on his face instantly dissipated. "That's right, how could I forget him? With him here, this kid is as good as dead!"
"Isn't that it? This kid has some skills, and we're no match for him. Today's matter is over!" The man with glasses patted his shoulder.
Zhou Yuan took a deep breath and gritted his teeth. "Alright, we'll let this kid be smug for another day. Come, let's go smoke!"
The man with glasses nodded, and the two of them left the private room, going to smoke in silence.
However, soon after, a commotion erupted outside the private room.
Startled, Zhou Yuan and the man with glasses immediately opened the private room door and rushed in.
Before anyone could react, a few punks with cigarettes in their mouths stormed into the private room.
One of the punks with dyed yellow hair stepped forward and grabbed Zhou Yuan. "Kid, you're something else, daring to look at my woman so casually? You're really tired of living!"
Zhou Yuan trembled in fear. "Ah? No, no! Big brother, please calm down. This must be a misunderstanding. I really wasn't looking at anything just now!"
"Didn't see anything? Outside the restroom just now, your eyes were darting left and right, did you think I didn't see it?" The yellow-haired punk slapped him hard.
Seeing someone causing trouble, Mu Feng immediately stood up and walked over. "Brother, you're saying he just peeped at your girlfriend?"
The yellow-haired punk sized him up, spat his cigarette onto the ground, and said, "That's right. You want to stand up for him?"
Zhou Yuan wished he were dead. In his opinion, Mu Feng must have come to make things worse for him, surely to call him a pervert.
Thinking of this, he felt like killing Mu Feng.
However, to his surprise, Mu Feng didn't badmouth him. Instead, he said calmly, "Don't cause trouble here. You guys leave immediately!"
"Who do you think you are? Daring to boss me around? What do you want?" The yellow-haired punk sneered.
Mu Feng sneered, "I'm just telling you not to cause trouble here. Get out immediately!"
The yellow-haired punk released Zhou Yuan and taunted, "Are you tired of living?"
Zhou Yuan let out a long sigh of relief and quickly lowered his head, hiding in the corner of the private room.
With a schadenfreude expression, he stared at Mu Feng, not even thinking that Mu Feng had just saved him.
The yellow-haired punk couldn't be bothered with Zhou Yuan anymore. He pointed at Mu Feng's nose and said, "Kid, who are you to try and play the hero?"
"I'm just reminding you not to act impulsively, or you'll be in big trouble!" Mu Feng said with a faint smile.
The yellow-haired punk sneered, "Big trouble? Kid, are you threatening me? Believe it or not, I'll kill you right now?"
Almost everyone in the private room was trembling in fear, and no one dared to step forward to speak for Mu Feng.
Zhou Yuan, huddled in the corner, whispered mockingly, "Do you think I'll thank you? You're just trying to show off in front of my goddess. Do you really think I can't see through your intentions? Useless person, you're nothing!"
Mu Feng pointed to himself. "Many people have wanted to kill me, but the grass on their graves is already very high. Do you want to try?"
The yellow-haired punk licked his lips. "Who the hell are you threatening? I hate people who act tough in front of me the most. Die!"
Saying that, he pulled out a dagger and, in front of everyone, stabbed directly at Mu Feng.
At this moment, Zhou Yuan was so excited that tears welled up in his eyes. He was the happiest person here, and the feeling of using someone else to kill was too great.
However, this yellow-haired punk was clearly no match for Mu Feng.
Mu Feng lightly grabbed his wrist, and with a clanging sound, the dagger fell to the ground.
He froze and tried to break free, but no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't.
The yellow-haired punk roared, "Kid, get your dirty hands off me! Right now!"
Mu Feng ignored him, his grip tightening.
The yellow-haired punk gasped in excruciating pain, struggling frantically. "Let go of me, my hand is breaking, it's breaking..."
"This is just a small lesson for you. If I don't break your hand, you'll never learn your lesson!"
With a crack, Mu Feng's eyelids didn't even twitch as he forcefully twisted off the yellow-haired punk's right hand.
He cried out in agony, his face pale, nearly fainting.
"It hurts so much..."
"What are you all standing there for? Aren't you going to kill this kid?"
The yellow-haired punk trembled all over, his face red with anger as he cursed.
The group of punks exchanged glances, all of them pulling out daggers and rushing towards Mu Feng.
Everyone in the private room turned pale with fear. Many covered their eyes, afraid to witness the bloody and terrifying scene that was about to unfold.
Zhou Yuan, on the other hand, jumped up excitedly, gesturing frantically. "Stab him in the stomach, stab him in the stomach!"
Hao Yue rebuked, "Are you even human? Mu Feng just stood up for you, and this is how you treat him?"
Her words were like a bolt from the blue to Zhou Yuan. His heart ached as if it were being torn apart.
Seeing these punks becoming more and more audacious and launching lethal attacks, Mu Feng could no longer tolerate it.
He snatched a dagger from one of them and charged into the crowd, his movements vast and powerful.
Only the sound of screams could be heard as the punks' abdomens were all cut open with the same wound.
Blood gushed out from their stomachs like water. The punks fell to the ground, crying in pain.
In just a few dozen seconds, the punks lost all their ability to move, only able to clutch their stomachs and grit their teeth.
This scene shocked everyone present, especially Zhou Yuan, who had been shouting from behind. He was now cowering in a corner, afraid of being stabbed himself.
A chill ran down the yellow-haired punk's spine. The scene just now had clearly terrified him.
Mu Feng played with the dripping dagger in his hand. "Now there's only you left standing here. Tell me, should I stab you on the left, or on the right?"
He immediately surrendered, spreading his arms in a plea for mercy. "Brother, I was too rash just now. Let's go, let's go!"
"Hold on, you think you can come and go as you please? Don't I have any dignity?" Mu Feng said expressionlessly.
The yellow-haired punk was on the verge of tears, and he pouted, "Leave some room for others, and you might meet again in the future!"