"Excuse me, I will absolutely not kneel, as this simply does not conform to the rules!"
Despite being seething with anger, Park Seung-jun suppressed his rage at this moment.
Seeing his restraint, Mu Feng continued to mock him, "Does not conform to the rules? Let me tell you, in my presence, my rules are the rules. Whether you listen or not, you have to listen!"
All the Park family's high-ranking members were in an uproar. If it weren't for the patriarch's order not to speak casually, they would have rushed forward to retort.
"So, you're not going to give me any face? None of you are toasting me, which makes me lose a lot of face!"
Mu Feng held a small wine cup, swaying it, causing the wine to churn.
At this moment, someone could no longer tolerate it. An old, decrepit elder slammed the table and angrily rebuked, "What kind of nobody are you, you little brat? How dare you act so recklessly in my Park family!"
"Kneel!" Mu Feng said word by word.
"What did you say?" The elder trembled with rage.
Mu Feng glanced at him and said, "I told you to kneel. Didn't you hear me clearly with your loud voice?"
"Guards, I refuse to believe this boy can be this arrogant!" The elder was truly furious this time and was about to call for help.
Mu Feng, of course, was not to be outdone. He slammed the table, and a pair of chopsticks flew out.
He flicked them towards the elder, and the chopsticks instantly shot out, piercing his chest.
With a scream, the elder spat out a mouthful of blood and collapsed into a pool of blood, dead.
All the Park family members were stunned. They had never imagined that this Chinese man would be so audacious as to kill their highly respected Third Master in front of them.
Someone roared, "Third Master, you killed Third Master, you will pay with your life!"
The person lunged forward, intending to grab Mu Feng by the neck and strangle him.
Another pair of chopsticks flew out, striking the man directly in the eye and piercing through.
Without even a groan, he died a final death.
This time, the impulsive Park family members dared not step forward. After all, their lives were more important. They all stared at him, filled with suppressed rage.
"You, you actually killed them all?" Park Seung-jun's hand trembled as he held the wine cup. How could he have imagined that things would escalate to this point?
Mu Feng, with his legs crossed, tapped his fingers on the wine table. "Those who speak disrespectfully die. Alright, let's continue this banquet. What were we talking about? Ah, toasting. Come, all of you, kneel and toast me!"
Just then, a young man dressed in a suit, exuding vigor, rushed out.
Upon seeing the Park family's Third Master lying in a pool of blood, unconscious, he immediately understood something.
The young man clenched his fists and assumed a Taekwondo starting stance. "You dare to kill my Third Master? I will absolutely not let you go today!"
Mu Feng appraised him and chuckled, "Your yang energy is depleted, indicating excessive indulgence. You must have harmed quite a few girls. Tell me, what do you chaebols do all day? You harm society, bully the weak, and oppress the innocent. What kind of people are you?"
The young man froze. He did indeed have such habits. He spared no woman, whether a female celebrity or a beauty he encountered on the street.
Any girl he saw ultimately met a tragic end, with over a dozen even dying gruesomely.
This young man was Park Seung-jun's son, Park Il-han, a Taekwondo champion.
"No, hurry up and leave here!" Park Seung-jun's face changed drastically. He knew that offending Mu Feng would have dire consequences.
Park Il-han said confidently, "Father, don't worry. I just won my professional Taekwondo black belt, eighth dan. Killing this kid will be too easy!"
"Go, Il-han hyung! Teach this Chinese dog a lesson and let him know that our Park family will never be humiliated!"
"Exactly! Let him witness the prowess of the Park family's younger generation. No one can act so arrogantly here!"
Many of the Park family's young talents rushed in, cheering Park Il-han on.
Mu Feng smiled and said, "You're quite young. I don't want to just obliterate you. How about this: kneel down and toast me, and I'll overlook your disrespect!"
"You thing worse than a pig or a dog, today is your death day. Don't struggle anymore!" He licked his lips.
As the saying goes, a newborn calf fears no tiger. These so-called young talents naively believed that Mu Feng could be easily defeated.
"Son, hurry up and leave. This is no place for you!" Park Seung-jun, seeing the situation spiraling out of control, got up to pull his son away.
However, Park Il-han had already made his move. He immediately executed a spinning kick towards Mu Feng.
"As expected from Il-han hyung's move, it's extraordinary! He's truly amazing, a role model for us all!"
"Is this the strength of a professional eighth-dan black belt? It's terrifying. Perhaps only those at the ninth dan could contend with him!"
The young talents cheered enthusiastically, all applauding Park Il-han.
However, what happened next caused the atmosphere in the venue to suddenly turn cold.
Mu Feng remained unmoved. Just as before, a chopstick flew out. Before Park Il-han could react, his head was instantly pierced.
He swayed like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily onto the ground.
His face still displayed disdain and elation. He didn't even realize how he had died until his last breath.
Park Seung-jun's heart shattered. He desperately rushed to his son, crying, "My son, why, why..."
"You, you killed my son!" he roared in near madness, holding his son's cold corpse.
Mu Feng chuckled and said, "Please remember, this is the consequence of speaking disrespectfully to me. Everyone will face the same fate. Now, shouldn't you be toasting me?"
This was a demonstration of power. At this moment, all the Park family members were terrified into submission.
Someone picked up a wine glass, walked forward, knelt down with a thud, and downed the white wine in the cup. "Mr. Mu, I toast you!"
Mu Feng nodded with satisfaction and said, "Mm, you may go."
One by one, people knelt to toast him. If this scene were to spread, it would undoubtedly cause a massive uproar.
After all, those present were the true high-ranking officials of the Park family, whose words and actions could determine the future of Korea.
Yet, these individuals were now kneeling one after another before a young Chinese man, a truly astonishing sight.
Park Seung-jun was dumbfounded. Holding his son's corpse, he roared, "I'll fight you, I'll fight you!"
The high-ranking officials, terrified, all gathered around him and said in unison, "Patriarch, no! Patriarch, no!"