Park Jin-ri felt a sense of relief, knowing that once Mu Feng made his move, all those insignificant pests would meet a gruesome end.
Thus, the two drove to a nearby bar.
The bar was grand, capable of accommodating nearly two thousand people reveling within its walls.
However, inside the opulent establishment, a group of uninvited guests was currently wreaking havoc.
"Smash it, smash it good! The boss said to leave nothing valuable behind, smash everything until it's all gone!"
A young man in a white suit, with his hair slicked back, stood with his hands on his hips, licking his lips. He was directing a gang of thugs to cause destruction.
Many of the bar's staff were terrified and quickly fled. However, the young man's attention immediately shifted to a few girls.
These girls were also staff members, and seeing their attractive faces, the young man's wicked intentions immediately surfaced.
The young man licked his lips and chuckled, "Tsk tsk, where are my little sisters planning to go?"
The girls were startled. One of them quickly said, "You continue, we're just working here. It has nothing to do with us!"
"Working here makes you part of the bar. Now you belong to me. Let's go to a private room, I'll show you a good time!"
The young man was incredibly arrogant, even unbuckling his belt in public.
The girls were petrified, their faces pale. They wanted to escape, but they were quickly surrounded by a group of thugs.
"Tsk tsk, no one has ever refused a woman of mine before. If I fancy a woman, why can't I have my way with her?" This young man, named Jin Dihao, spoke with extreme arrogance, leaning his entire body forward.
"Don't come near me, or we'll call for help!" The same girl who spoke earlier gritted her teeth, constantly retreating.
Jin Dihao narrowed his eyes and said, "Call for help? Our Jin family is a chaebol family. In Korea, we are like heaven, and everyone must obey our family. If you don't do as I say, I won't mind teaching you a good lesson!"
He paused and then said in a commanding tone, "You guys, take them down and bring them to the private room!"
"No..." the girls cried out repeatedly.
Just then, an angry voice boomed.
"I want to see who dares to cause trouble on my turf!" The speaker was none other than Mu Feng.
He had arrived at the bar accompanied by Park Jin-ri.
Jin Dihao clearly didn't recognize their identities and sneered, "Who do you think you are? Trying to play the hero and save the damsel? Get out of here, or I won't mind chopping you into meat paste!"
Mu Feng let out a cold snort and strode forward.
These girls didn't recognize him either, but seeing a lifeline, they immediately hid beside him.
"Handsome man, please save us. This man wants to force himself on us!" said one of the girls, her eyes filled with tears.
Mu Feng's heart skipped a beat. Although he hadn't invested in these businesses, they were now his.
Strictly speaking, these people were now his employees. How could he tolerate his own employees being bullied like this by a bunch of thugs?
"Don't worry, you are already saved. I'll give these guys a good lesson!" Mu Feng rubbed his nose.
Jin Dihao pointed at his nose, "Who the hell do you think you are? You dare to be arrogant in front of me? Beat him, beat this kid to death!"
Seeing a group of thugs charging forward, Park Jin-ri wore a schadenfreude expression. He knew very well these people were from the Jin family.
The Jin family had just kicked an iron plate. They would probably lose a layer of skin, if not their lives.
How could these thugs possibly be Mu Feng's match? With a few swift moves, he sent several of them crashing to the ground.
In the blink of an eye, all the thugs were sprawled on the floor, writhing in pain and clutching their stomachs.
Jin Dihao's scalp tingled as he saw how ruthless this young man was.
He quickly decided to retreat, though he continued to curse, "Kid, you wait for me! I will absolutely not let you off!"
"No need to go. Have your parents come to pick you up!" Mu Feng winked at Park Jin-ri.
Park Jin-ri immediately rushed forward and blocked Jin Dihao's path.
"You dare to restrict my personal freedom?" he said through gritted teeth, his eyes filled with hatred.
"What dare I not do? As long as you dare to step out of this bar, I can guarantee you will regret it!"
Mu Feng's killing intent-filled gaze appeared particularly terrifying in his eyes.
In those deep eyes, Jin Dihao saw a hellscape. He understood that this was the kind of gaze only possessed by those who were truly decisive in battle.
If he really dared to step across the threshold, he believed he would be beheaded.
With this thought, he could only grit his teeth and utter a threat, "You will regret this!"
"Within an hour, have the person in charge in your family come to talk to me, or die!" Mu Feng said, word for word.
Jin Dihao was also frightened. He quickly dialed his phone, constantly crying on the call.
After all, he was the eldest son of the chaebol family, the Jin family. When had he ever been held captive?
His father, Jin Youwei, the head of the Jin family, immediately rushed over with a group of family elites upon learning of the situation.
A group of gunmen armed with submachine guns stormed into the bar and lined up in two rows.
A middle-aged man in a trench coat, with a scar on his face, walked in with imposing aura. He was Jin Youwei.
"Which useless piece of trash dares to kidnap my son? Come out and kneel!" he roared.
Just then, Mu Feng slowly walked out, disdainfully saying, "You should be the one kneeling!"
"Who do you think you are? You dare to kidnap my son? Release him immediately!" Jin Youwei angrily waved his sleeve.
Mu Feng waved his fingers, and someone brought out a young man. This young man was his son, Jin Dihao.
At this moment, Jin Dihao's face was bruised and swollen, his nose bloody and beaten beyond recognition.
Seeing his son beaten into a pulp, Jin Youwei was instantly enraged. "Kid, do you know what you've done? You dare to hit my son? Are you not afraid of death?"
Jin Youwei had already decided to kill the young man before him.
"Then I ask you, why were all my properties smashed and vandalized by your people? Shouldn't I get an explanation?"
"He participated in the vandalism. Should I worship him like a Buddha and offer incense daily?"
Mu Feng's barrage of questions left him utterly speechless.
Jin Youwei was stunned and asked in surprise, "Are you that Chinese person?"
After all, they were from different countries. Although he was fluent in Korean, there were still accent differences.
"Since you know, I still need an explanation!" Mu Feng said, crossing his arms.
"The Park family has been in business for generations. In the end, they are the weakest among the chaebol families. They fear you, but does our Jin family fear you?"
Jin Youwei, after learning of his identity, showed no fear whatsoever.