Feng Gui was really startled by Zhou Jingpeng’s shout.
When Zhou Jingpeng got angry, he radiated the full momentum of a soldier, which was enough to paralyze ordinary people with just that presence alone.
Speaking of momentum, although both from the same organization, Leng Xuan was much more amiable compared to Zhou Jingpeng. This wasn’t to say that Leng Xuan’s momentum was lesser than Zhou Jingpeng’s. On the contrary, if Leng Xuan were to fully release his momentum, even Zhou Jingpeng couldn’t bear it.
The reason why Leng Xuan could become the number one assassin among the younger generation in the organization was not only due to his formidable strength but also because he was calm and knew how to restrain himself. No matter who he faced or what the situation was, he could quickly get into the zone, giving off an unassuming impression. Then, when his targets lowered their guard, he would strike fiercely, killing them in one blow!
Feng Gui, with his father working in real estate and sometimes forcibly evicting residents, had security guards who were all toughs from the streets. Naturally, they would do their utmost to please him, the eldest young master, which led to Feng Gui picking up a lot of their swagger. He swaggered wherever he went; he was always the bully, never the bullied.
Thus, when Feng Gui regained his composure, he was already seething with rage. Seeing Zhou Jingpeng looking intimidating but leaning on a walking stick, seemingly not worth fearing, he couldn’t stand being disrespected. He instantly got angry and cursed arrogantly, "Fuck! Zhou Jingpeng, what are you? Dare to yell at me?" Saying that, he charged over, pointing his finger at Zhou Jingpeng’s forehead, and said with a dark expression, "If it weren’t for Little Li’s sake today, I’d really want to beat you up right now!"
Underestimating Zhou Jingpeng’s strength was not a good idea. As soon as Feng Gui finished speaking, he suddenly howled in pain as his finger was grabbed by Zhou Jingpeng, who then twisted it backward.
They say the fingers are connected to the heart, and the pain almost brought Feng Gui to his knees, begging for mercy as he shouted, "Let go... quickly let go, Brother Jingpeng, I know I was wrong!"
"Jingpeng, what are you doing?" Zhou Guohua bellowed angrily, "Let go of Feng Gui right now!"
Zhou Jingpeng saw his father’s anger, snorted, and then released his hand. Feng Gui hurriedly retreated a few steps, and Li Xiufang reached out to steady him.
"Son, are you all right?" Li Xiufang’s face turned pale with anger as she stared at Zhou Guohua and said, "Guohua, well done in raising such wonderful children."
Zhou Guohua, dizzy with anger, glared at Zhou Jingpeng and said, "You beast, aren’t you going to apologize this instant? What are you standing there for?"
Zhou Jingpeng felt wronged as he glanced at Leng Xuan. Having to apologize in front of Dragon’s Fang was truly a humiliating matter. He snorted again in dismissal, ignoring the demand.
"Fine, Zhou Jingpeng, you remember this!" Feng Gui pointed viciously at Zhou Jingpeng, grinding his teeth and saying, "I won’t let today’s matter go just like that. Mom, let’s go!"
Li Xiufang, led by her son, walked to where their car was parked but could not help turning back and shouting at Zhou Guohua, "Guohua, since your son is so unappreciative, you’ll need to return that hundred thousand yuan. Also, the Zhou Family won’t lose face like this, hmph."
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Seeing that Zhou Guohua was about to scold Zhou Jingpeng, Leng Xuan smiled helplessly and said, "Uncle, actually, I am largely to blame for this incident. However, isn’t your goal for Jingpeng’s leg to recover?"