"Chase!" Lin Feng said nothing more, merely issuing the order coldly.
At that moment, Lin Feng’s phone suddenly rang.
Lin Feng took out his phone and saw it was a call from Long Xiaoyun.
"Little Yun, what’s up?" Suppressing his irritation, Lin Feng answered the call and asked lightly.
"Brother Feng, Lord Dragon just called me. He asked me to gather over two hundred capable brothers from two of our spots. He only said one thing: that I should follow your instructions. So, I’m calling you. Are you about to get into a fight? Take me with you, I want to see the action!" Long Xiaoyun yelled, his voice brimming with excitement.
Lin Feng never imagined that the backup Lord Dragon had sent would actually be Long Xiaoyun, and he couldn’t help but chuckle into the phone with a mixture of speechlessness and gratitude. "Don’t hang up. Listen to my instructions; I’ll tell you where to go."
Long Xiaoyun knew that for his father to get involved, Lin Feng must be in serious trouble. Aware of Lin Feng’s frustration, he didn’t take the cursing to heart. Instead, he laughed along good-naturedly, "Brother Feng, I don’t have a sister. If you’d like, I can find you dozens of beauties to quench your thirst..."
Lin Feng was rendered somewhat speechless. This Long Xiaoyun... he truly was an eccentric rich kid.
On the other end of the line, hearing Lin Feng’s silence, Long Xiaoyun began to snicker foolishly.
Lin Feng drove slowly along the dirt road. Xue Qingyi, looking out the rolled-down window, struggled to make out the path. After about ten minutes of bumpy driving, as the city lights began to glow, they finally arrived outside a nightclub. It was in a secluded location, but its sign was quite prominent!
"Wanderer Nightclub! This must be the place!" Xue Qingyi pointed to two vans with tinted windows in the distance, reminding Lin Feng in a low voice, "Those are the two vehicles that left the tracks."
"Little Yun, bring your men to the Wanderer Nightclub!" Lin Feng told Long Xiaoyun his final instruction and hung up.
Seeing Lin Feng’s Maserati approach, a security guard from the Wanderer Nightclub quickly came forward, directing his car into the parking lot.
Glancing at the front of the pink Maserati, the guard frowned slightly. He seemed about to say something, but after a look at Lin Feng’s expression, he ultimately held his tongue.
Lin Feng parked his slightly damaged Maserati near the entrance to the nightclub’s parking lot and got out with a cold expression. Xue Qingyi also exited, casually taking Lin Feng’s arm as if she were just another guest, and they stood together.
Zhou Yang’s Rolls-Royce arrived soon after. When he casually stepped out and stood with Lin Feng and Xue Qingyi, the parking lot guard finally confirmed that three very important clients had arrived. He quickly grabbed his walkie-talkie and spoke a few words into it in a low voice, presumably reminding the greeters to take good care of the distinguished guests.
Lin Feng paid no mind to the parking guard’s thoughts. He, along with Zhou Yang and Xue Qingyi, strode confidently towards the entrance of the Wanderer Nightclub.
"Brother Feng, what’s the plan?" Zhou Yang asked, looking at the opulent seven-story nightclub, a trace of wild excitement flashing across his face.
"Of course, the fastest, simplest way," a cruel smile touched Lin Feng’s lips as he said softly.
"The fastest, simplest way?" Zhou Yang didn’t quite understand at first, but in the next second, he knew exactly what Lin Feng meant.
Indeed, while still speaking to Zhou Yang, Lin Feng had already leaped up. A Chain Kick flew out, instantly sending the four uniformed security guards at the nightclub’s entrance flying!
"AHH... MURDER!"
"THEY’RE FIGHTING... RUN!"
"Who is that? Dare to cause trouble at the Wanderer Nightclub? Are you looking for death?!"
"Damn it! You dare mess with us? Kid, you’re dead!"
...
Amidst a few screams from the guests, a dozen or so other security guards from near the Wanderer Nightclub’s lobby, tasers in hand, rushed at Lin Feng.
But today, Lin Feng’s mind was consumed by extremely brutal thoughts; he had no intention of holding back.
Lin Feng was like a lion unleashed from its cage, tasting blood. Facing the dozen or so guards rushing at him, he threw out both fists, instantly sending two flying. Another elbow strike sent one more flying, followed by a series of flying kicks that launched six others. In less than five seconds, the dozen-plus guards were reduced to a heap of groaning, injured men on the floor.
The ordinary guests had long since fled at the first sign of trouble; not a single one remained.
Just then, a young man in a suit, evidently a manager, stepped out of the elevator. Frowning at Lin Feng, he asked coolly, "Sir, I’m not sure how our Wanderer Nightclub might have offended you to warrant such a violent display? Are you unaware that the Wanderer Nightclub is an enterprise under the Qinglong Group?!"
In Jiangzhou, everyone, from the mayor and Party Secretary down to the street vendors and peddlers, knew of the Qinglong Group. They were one of Jiangzhou’s largest underworld organizations, the Qingzi Sect!
When the man in the suit mentioned that the Wanderer Nightclub was an asset of the Qingzi Sect, Lin Feng was indeed a little surprised.
The ones who kidnapped Su Zi and Ning Aoxue were actually members of the Qingzi Sect? Could that be right?
Seeing Lin Feng’s surprised expression, the man in the suit became even more composed, a hint of arrogance creeping into his tone. "Scared now, are we? Let me tell you, this establishment belongs to Chen of the Qinglong Group and is currently overseen by Director Fan. No matter how good you are at fighting, can you possibly take on several hundred of our men?"
As if to confirm the suited man’s words, the sound of many hurried footsteps echoed from the Wanderer Nightclub’s staircase the moment he finished speaking. Over a hundred burly men in black suits, wielding machetes or steel pipes, descended, instantly packing the spacious lobby!
The man in the suit stared at Lin Feng, and at Zhou Yang and Xue Qingyi behind him, a sneer playing on his lips. Daring to cause trouble on Qingzi Sect turf? You’re just asking for death!
By now, Lin Feng’s expression had recovered from the initial shock, replaced by a mocking look. So that’s their backing? Chen of the Qinglong Group... who else could it be but that scoundrel Chen Ming!
Lin Feng and Chen Ming had long since had a complete falling out, so he wasn’t afraid of provoking Chen Ming again.
Previously, Lin Feng couldn’t be bothered to get entangled with Chen Ming. But after today’s events, he had secretly resolved that he absolutely could not let Chen Ming continue his reign of arrogance!
"You... whatever your name is, I can’t be bothered to ask!" Lin Feng pointed at the man in the suit and said coolly, "Now, go find someone in charge to talk to me! Otherwise, my fists will do the talking."
"Talk to who? The fact that I, your old man, am dealing with you is already giving you face, you bastard! Are you genuinely stupid or just playing dumb?" the man in the suit scoffed. "Still want your fists to do the talking? My brothers are all armed. Who the hell is going to talk to you with fists? Men, get him! Cut down this troublemaking show-off, and we’ll sort things out later!"
With a wave of his hand, the nearly hundred burly men in black suits behind him roared, brandishing their weapons as they charged at Lin Feng!