Feng Yi is a special forces soldier; how could he possibly fear these drunks? In just over ten minutes, he had them all taken care of.
Assistant Zhang patted his chest, full of lingering fear. Fortunately, nothing serious happened, and it was lucky that he smartly called Feng Yi earlier. Otherwise, it would undoubtedly be him lying on the ground now.
Assistant Zhang opened the car door and got out, looking at Feng Yi with admiration: "Impressive, President Feng."
"Stop sucking up. Do you know who sent them?"
Feng Yi wiped the blood from the back of his hand and took a cigarette pack out of his pants pocket, pulling one out to light.
Assistant Zhang pondered for a moment, and the threats Lu Jingchen made to him at the company this morning flashed in his mind, telling him to be careful walking at night—sure enough, it was late at night now.
"It must be that bastard Lu Jingchen. I didn’t give him a good face at the company today, and that son of a bitch sought revenge on me at night. Call the police, we must call the police."
As Assistant Zhang spoke, he pulled out his phone from his pocket and quickly dialed 110.
Feng Yi looked at the few people trying to crawl away and escape, waving the steel pipe in his hand: "If you don’t want to be badly beaten, you’d better stay put until the police arrive."
"Yes, yes, we won’t run." The few of them were so scared they didn’t even dare to make a peep; they had never seen someone who could fight like this.
Assistant Zhang briefly explained the situation to the police and hung up after giving them the address.
Looking at the people on the ground with twisted expressions, Assistant Zhang shrugged gleefully: "Hurts, doesn’t it? Serves you right."
The few of them didn’t dare to retort, afraid that speaking would land them a few more blows.
A little over ten minutes later, the police arrived and invited Feng Yi and Assistant Zhang to the station to make a report.
Now, at the police station, the officers were interrogating these people, asking who directed them, since Assistant Zhang said he didn’t know them.
The young men glanced at each other and, after a few minutes of hesitation, confessed everything.
They usually hung out drinking and womanizing with Lu Jingchen. This morning, he called them, asking for help to teach someone a lesson. They thought that since Lu Jingchen was now working at the Lu Group, his future would undoubtedly be bright, so they agreed to help.
"I guessed it was that bastard," Assistant Zhang said angrily, glaring at the people on the ground: "You smashed my car; compensate me with a brand new one. Also, I’m in a foul mood right now, I’m going to sue you."
Compensating for the car was no big deal, but upon hearing the word "sue," all five of them were dumbfounded. If their fathers at home found out they were causing trouble again, they’d be done for.
"As long as you don’t sue us, we are open to any form of settlement," one of them piped up.
Feng Yi flicked the ash from his cigarette to the ground, and his deep voice suddenly rang out: "Then call Lu Jingchen and have him bail you out."
"Yeah, let him come bail you out. I want to see what he’ll say then."
Assistant Zhang gritted his teeth, spitting out the words, now wishing he could tear that vile man to pieces.
"Alright, I’ll call him now."
The guy straightened up, took out his phone from his pants pocket, and dialed Lu Jingchen’s number. It rang for quite some time before being answered: "What’s up?"