"Young lady, can you dance?" Zhang Jie asked.
She shook her head and said, "No, but this is a singing competition, you don't need to dance, right!"
Mu Feng's expression gradually turned cold. He felt that this fellow seemed to have ill intentions, but he remained seated, observing calmly.
Zhang Jie's eyes lit up, and he chuckled, "Since you can't dance, why don't you let me, your teacher, teach you?"
This man was also brazenly lustful. As he spoke, he reached out his lecherous hands in front of everyone.
Cheng Xiao's pretty face changed, and she subconsciously took two steps back, whispering, "Judge, you can go down now. I'm going to start singing!"
"Heh, this is a pre-recorded broadcast, no need to rush. Come, let me teach you ballroom dancing. I'm a very good dancer!"
This Zhang Jie was also extremely arrogant, completely disregarding others and even basic decency.
The director and host stood behind the scenes, watching this scene with grinning faces, showing no intention of intervening.
The artists sitting in the audience didn't take it seriously, and some even cast envious glances at Cheng Xiao.
Just then, Mu Feng could no longer sit still. He abruptly slammed the judge's table and said in a low voice, "Get down!"
Zhang Jie turned around and saw someone confronting him, instantly becoming displeased, "So it's President Mu. You're also interested in this little beauty. No need to rush. This show will be filmed for over half a month, there will be plenty of opportunities later!"
The other judges burst into laughter.
It seemed that Cheng Xiao was like a readily available vase in their eyes, merely an object, deserving no respect at all.
Mu Feng's voice was icy, and he repeated, "Don't you understand what I'm saying? I told you to get down!"
Zhang Jie's face turned extremely unpleasant. Being publicly disrespected made him very unhappy.
"Young man, compared to my Huayu, your Shengyuan Entertainment is just a drop in the ocean. What right do you have to yell at me here?"
Mu Feng stood up and slowly walked onto the stage, saying, "Xiao Xiao is an artist under my banner. I don't control others, but you can't bully her!"
"So she's under your banner. Then I order you now, let her accompany me for a night!" His true colors were revealed at this moment.
Many artists pointed and whispered about Mu Feng. In their eyes, Mu Feng was the one causing trouble.
"President Mu, what should we do now?" Cheng Xiao's voice was as quiet as a mosquito's, somewhat at a loss.
Mu Feng smiled and said softly, "Stand behind me. With me here, no one can bully you!"
Her heart trembled, and a warmth surged within her. She obediently retreated behind him.
Zhang Jie pushed up his black-rimmed glasses and said, "So, you mean you disagree!"
Mu Feng stated firmly, "Of course, I disagree. Do you think you're that important?"
"Do you know what disaster your disagreement will bring to your company?"
Seeing that the other party was so disrespectful, Zhang Jie began to threaten him.
Mu Feng said with great interest, "Then tell me, I'm quite curious about what you can do to my company!"
"If you go against my wishes, I can shut down your company at any time, and even blacklist all your artists!"
Zhang Jie's face was full of confidence. In his opinion, confronting him was like a moth flying into a flame.
"This guy actually dares to talk to President Zhang like that? He's really tired of living!"
"Does he think he's amazing just because he has a lousy company? Little does he know, the top stars under President Zhang could buy his entire company with just one scene!"
The artists below the stage mocked him wildly, their voices loud enough for Mu Feng to hear.
Zhang Jie reveled in everyone's attitude, his face flushed red as he spread his arms, "Did you hear that? Let her accompany me tonight!"
The scene that followed stunned everyone present.
A deafening slap echoed, as Mu Feng fiercely slapped Zhang Jie across the face.
The blow made his ears ring, and even his eardrums were pierced.
Blood dripped from Zhang Jie's mouth, and he was stunned into a daze, standing there motionlessly, unsure of what to do.
The artists, director, and host, after the initial shock, reacted with schadenfreude, staring at Mu Feng. In their eyes, this young man was in for a world of trouble.
Zhang Jie clutched his swollen, bloody cheek and said with extreme coldness, "You! You dare to hit me?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the expressionless Mu Feng struck again, delivering another resounding slap.
With a crash, several of Zhang Jie's front teeth flew out, and he collapsed to the ground.
His personal bodyguards finally rushed forward. Two of them helped their boss up, while the others surrounded Mu Feng.
Zhang Jie, holding his bleeding mouth, stammered, "You, you dare to lay hands on me? Kill him, kill him..."
The bodyguards all drew their batons and swung them fiercely towards Mu Feng's head, their attacks aimed at killing.
Mu Feng chuckled and said, "Truly, birds of a feather flock together. I knew I shouldn't have participated in this singing competition; it's just stirred up trouble!"
He felt extremely unlucky and immediately used his full strength to knock all the bodyguards to the ground.
If these people hadn't attacked with lethal intent, Mu Feng wouldn't have done the same.
The bodyguards' meridians were shattered, their internal organs pulped into a bloody mess, and they all lay dead on the ground.
Everyone present was startled and began to fidget nervously.
Zhang Jie's face changed, and he said, "You? You killed them?"
"These people were smashing at my head. If I didn't fight back, was I supposed to wait for death?"
Mu Feng didn't care about these people's lives. Killing these arrogant and overbearing individuals was no different from slaughtering dogs in his eyes.
"You, I will absolutely not let you go!" Zhang Jie clenched his fists.
Having dared to provoke him, Mu Feng naturally wouldn't let it go. "What? Do you think you can escape?"
"What do you mean?"
"Those who wanted to kill me never ended well. As their leader, shouldn't you join them on the road to the underworld?" Mu Feng already harbored murderous intent towards him.
Zhang Jie was shocked. He realized he couldn't do anything to this young man, at least not within this filming base.
His tone softened slightly, "Alright, alright. I can overlook the matter of you killing them. Apologize to me, and send this little beauty to my room tonight, and today's matter will be considered settled!"
In Zhang Jie's naive mind, this was his greatest concession.
Mu Feng chuckled, shook his head, and said, "Alright, alright, whatever you say. Xiao Xiao, continue your performance!"
With that, he left the stage and returned to his seat as a judge.