An hour later, in a bar, Wu Lian, feeling extremely apprehensive, stood before Director Fan of the Qinglong Group, shakily relaying Lin Feng’s message.
"Heh, Wu, are you serious? You’re telling me there’s someone here in Jiangzhou who dares to threaten my whole family’s lives?" Director Fan smirked at Wu Lian, finding it somewhat hard to believe.
Fan Yang truly found it difficult to believe someone would dare threaten him like this. His public identity was that of general manager of the Qinglong Demolition Company, but in reality, he was the renowned Fan Qidao, ranked seventh among the Qinglong Group’s famous Thirteen Generals.
Legend had it that Fan Yang was most skilled with the Quick Knife, capable of delivering seven stabs in a single second.
In comparison to professional arena fighters like Long Tianyi and Long San, Fan Yang’s practical combat ability was far stronger. He had undoubtedly earned his current prominent status in the Qinglong Group; he wasn’t just famous for nothing. So, to suddenly hear from Wu Lian that someone actually dared to say they would kill his entire family if he forcibly demolished a woman’s house... Fan Yang found the notion utterly absurd!
The person who said this must be either a lunatic or an idiot...
"Director Fan, those were his exact words; I didn’t change a single one," Wu Lian lamented to Fan Yang, his voice trembling, on the verge of tears.
Fan Yang scoffed at Wu Lian, shook his head, and said indifferently, "I suppose you wouldn’t dare embellish things and stir up trouble. Just tell me, what’s this guy’s name, and what’s his background?"
"I-I don’t know his background..." Wu Lian replied dejectedly. "But he said his name is Lin Feng."
"Lin Feng?!" Upon hearing Wu Lian’s words, Fan Yang exclaimed in shock. He froze for a moment, then took two steps forward, grabbed Wu Lian’s collar, and asked with wide eyes, "Are you sure that man’s name is Lin Feng?"
As one of the trusted subordinates of Chen Ming, the Hall Master of the Qingzi Sect’s Battle Hall, Fan Yang naturally knew of Lin Feng’s existence. That was the monster who had consecutively defeated top experts like Long Tianyi, Wang Chen, and Long San in a gauntlet! How could Fan Yang not know of Lin Feng?
More importantly, Lin Feng wasn’t just incredibly skilled; crucially, he was also one of Long Shaotian’s men—Long Shaotian, the Qingzi Sect’s decision-maker in Jiangzhou!
Upon learning that the one threatening him was Lin Feng, Fan Yang actually felt a little apprehensive. Thankfully, I didn’t impulsively order my men to demolish the woman’s house but chose to ask more questions. Damn, that was close! I almost offended a monster!
Wu Lian didn’t understand why Fan Yang was reacting so intensely, but Fan Yang’s grip on his neck made him gasp in alarm.
"D-Director Fan, please calm down... Everything I said is true. If you have a problem, take it up with him... I-I was just forced to deliver his message..." Wu Lian cried out, feeling as if he were about to wet his pants from the pressure of Fan Yang’s muscular hand on his neck.
"Hmph!" Fan Yang snorted coldly and lightly tossed the aging Wu Lian to the ground. Since the other party was clearly someone of consequence, he had no intention of venting his anger on Wu Lian.
After all, Lin Feng was someone even his Boss, Chen Ming, couldn’t afford to provoke. Fan Yang certainly hadn’t expected Wu Lian to have been able to hold his own against Lin Feng...
Seeing the look on Fan Yang’s face, Wu Lian guessed that Lin Feng’s background was far from simple. Being an old hand, he casually asked Fan Yang, trying to clarify the situation and distance himself from the trouble, "Director Fan, what should we do about this? Will not acquiring Cheng Yu’s house affect the project’s progress?"
"You don’t need to concern yourself with this anymore," Fan Yang said, understanding Wu Lian’s intentions. He glanced at him with some dissatisfaction and added indifferently, "However, this mess is all your fault. The payment we agreed on will be halved. Now, scram."
"Halved... Al-alright!" Wu Lian stammered, his eyes wide. This is outrageous! He wanted to protest, but he didn’t dare make demands of Fan Yang. Considering what he had been fearing, this outcome wasn’t too bad. Wu Lian could only swallow his indignation and leave resentfully.
Fan Yang watched Wu Lian’s retreating figure with a grim expression, a cold smirk playing on his lips. "Lin Feng... Hmph, I’ll let you hop around for a couple more days! Wait until the Boss deals with Lord Dragon... Heh, let’s see how arrogant you can be then!"
Fan Yang’s casual words seemed to carry a hint of conspiracy, but unfortunately, no one was around to hear his mutterings.
...
When Lin Feng leisurely parked his car in the Yunding Hot Spring Club’s parking lot and got out, he was surprised to see Manager Wu from the club approaching him with a very fawning smile, greeting him enthusiastically.
"Brother Feng, you’ve finished your errands! Are you tired? Hungry? Do you need to eat now?" Manager Wu greeted him warmly, scurrying closer to Lin Feng with quick, short steps, a mysterious smile on his face.
This Manager Wu... why does he seem a bit off? Lin Feng glanced curiously at Manager Wu, somewhat puzzled. This morning, when Manager Wu recognized me, he hadn’t been nearly this attentive!
"How are those classmates of mine doing? Have they woken up yet?" Lin Feng asked, ignoring Manager Wu’s question and instead inquiring about his friends.
"Those gentlemen woke up a long time ago. However, once they learned that you, Brother Feng, were covering their expenses here at our Yunding Club, they all ordered full-body massage services," Manager Wu said, a strange smile on his face. "I’ve already called a few of our beautiful female therapists to serve them... Brother Feng, do you want to go see them now?"
Damn it, Wang Zikai and those other scoundrels are natural pros at this sort of thing! Knowing it was free, they all ordered full-body services. You have to understand, in a high-end club like this, even a completely legitimate massage from one of the female therapists costs at least four figures per hour...
A few ordinary college students, stepping into this kind of den of pleasure for the first time, instantly transformed into seasoned patrons, ordering services from the most expensive female therapists. How utterly shameless! Even if it wasn’t their own money, you guys are being a bit too forward... But it didn’t matter. Lord Dragon was footing the bill anyway. Lin Feng couldn’t be bothered with Wang Zikai and his gang.
"Forget it. They’ve had a rough morning; let them relax a bit more. I can’t be bothered with them," Lin Feng said, waving his hand dismissively. "Just get me a private room and send over two set meals. I’m a bit hungry."
"Sure, Brother Feng! You go with Little Chen to the room first; I guarantee a big surprise awaits you! Hey, Little Chen, come over here! Take Brother Feng to Room 201!" Manager Wu called over a rather plain-looking female waitress, his face once again showing that mysterious smile as he gave the instruction.
Lin Feng had a vague feeling something wasn’t quite right... He followed the waitress named Little Chen to a room on the second floor.
"Brother Feng, this is it. Please go in," Little Chen said with a smile, gently pushing open the door to Room 201.
Lin Feng stepped into the room. Finding it dark, he casually flicked on the light switch. Suddenly, he froze, completely stunned!