"People always say the colder a woman seems, the wilder she is beneath the surface; looks like there’s some truth to that after all. But, Liu, gorgeous, you’re really lowering your standards here. If you’re looking for someone with a good body, any of us guys could satisfy you!"
Liu Yifei, hearing the obscene language coming from the other side, was livid. She never would have imagined that Li Feng was such a piece of work.
Intern at Myth Communication, what kind of joke was that?
"What’s wrong, am I not right? If you don’t believe me, we can go upstairs and book a room to have some fun right now. If I can’t make you feel ecstatic, I’ll admit defeat, and I’ll grant you anything you want."
"Who can blame me for liking beauties who play it cool like you."
As this second-generation rich kid spoke, he even reached out to tease Liu Yifei.
Li Feng grabbed the guy’s wrist with a swift move of his hand. The brat glanced at Li Feng displeasingly, "Intern, this woman isn’t someone you can handle. Let your elder help you out."
The rich kid looked at Li Feng, who was holding his wrist, and sneered with a curled lip.
"Do I really need to repeat myself? It won’t be good for you."
The brat’s tone became even more imperious, his gaze contemptuously fixed on this worthless intern. Damn it, he was actually getting played. The brat hadn’t expected Li Feng not to let go, and without another word, he raised his other hand and swung a slap at Li Feng. Follow current novels on ɴoᴠel Fɪre.nᴇt
Li Feng chuckled, released his hand, then leaned back to dodge the slap.
"If I don’t slap you, you won’t know who your boss is."
The brat withdrew his hand and glanced at Li Feng with scorn.
Before the words were even finished, Li Feng abruptly kicked the front of the guy’s shin, causing a thump as the rich kid, his leg in pain and half of his body numbed, dropped to his knees. Before he could gather his wits, Li Feng reached for the bottle of mineral water in Sun Yutong’s hand.
He then splashed it directly onto the guy’s face.
"Kid, you’ve got some nerve hitting my brother; are you tired of living?"
"An intern like you dares to be so arrogant? Security! Where the hell is security?"
Watching Li Feng hit another rich kid, Liu Yifei sharply inhaled a breath of cold air. This was the second one; who gave this guy such daring? She had initially speculated that Li Feng might have some substantial backing, that’s why he was fearless. Now she realized this guy was just a single-track-minded, hotheaded fool without a brain at all.
And she had actually let him wrap his arm around her waist to walk into the Heavenly Palace; she was inadvertently dragging him down with her.
A trace of indignation crossed Liu Yifei’s mind.
Sun Yutong, seeing Liu Yifei’s face change through several expressions in an instant, thought to herself that a lead actress is indeed a lead actress; such rich expressions. But now she seemed to understand her own dilemma as well.
Li Feng stood up from the sofa and looked at the few guys making a ruckus, "You guys have hurt me."
"It was you who came over wanting to be friends with me, and now you turn your backs on me just like that. Are you playing with me or what?"
With a sinister tone, Li Feng finished, before yanking over a second-generation rich kid.
"You looking down on me?"
While saying this, Li Feng swung his hand and slapped the guy hard across the face, sending him falling to the ground, unable to get up.
"You seem to look down on me too?"
Li Feng turned his head towards another rich kid, who gulped nervously. Was this guy insane?
"Do you know who I am, and you still dare to touch me?" The rich kid looked at Li Feng, panicked.
"I know, you’re Mr. Ma from the Shenjun Group; you just gave me your business card. But so what?"
Li Feng looked up at this rich kid.
"I’m from Shenjun Group; touch a hair on my head, and you’ll never survive in Sea City."
Li Feng looked at him indifferently; the next second, he shoved the man headfirst into the ground while simultaneously performing a cushioned slam.
Er Er almost choked on his bile, unable to stand steadily and kneeling on the ground. Li Feng sneered coldly and lifted his foot, pressing it directly onto Er Er’s back.
Er Er was stepped on under Li Feng’s foot.
"He’s crazy, absolutely crazy."
Liu Yifei clutched her forehead, feeling utterly disoriented; she must not have checked the almanac before leaving the house today, otherwise how could she have encountered such a violent maniac.
A second-generation rich kid nearby yelled loudly for security. Li Feng glanced over; the second-gen shivered, turned to run, but in his panic, he tripped over his own feet, falling face-first to the ground in extreme embarrassment.
Meanwhile, in a luxurious private room of the Heavenly Palace,
Baili Hai eyed Tong Qian laid out on his three-meter-wide bed, swallowing thickly; "Tsk tsk, truly worthy of being one of the Four Young Beauties, this figure, this skin, really is top-notch."
Baili Hai walked over, securing Tong Qian’s hands and feet with specialized rope ties in the shape of a ’big character,’ then took out a small bottle and shook it in front of Tong Qian’s nose.
The drugged Tong Qian took a deep breath suddenly, like a drowning person who had regained air, and swiftly woke up.
But the next second, Tong Qian found her hands bound, and after a tug, she realized she couldn’t break free—not just her hands; her feet were also locked.
"Who are you, what do you want to do?"
Tong Qian, seeing Baili Hai by the bed, felt a terrible panic. She remembered what happened before; after leaving the bar, she got to the roadside only to be startled by a business van charging out at an angle.
Then the van’s door opened, and three brawny men rushed down. One of them covered her mouth and nose with a handkerchief, and after a few struggles, she lost consciousness.
Baili Hai looked at Tong Qian, panicked like a rabbit, and it made him a little excited; he reached for a whip beside him.
Baili Hai snapped the whip, looking at Tong Qian; "Don’t be afraid, I just want to ask you something. Just tell me honestly, and I’ll be very gentle."
Tong Qian stared at Baili Hai’s sinister smile.
"Pervert, stay away from me."
Baili Hai murmured to himself, looking at the writhing Tong Qian; "Heh, you’re right, I am a pervert."
"If you’re not obedient, I’ll show you what a real pervert is like."
Baili Hai grabbed Tong Qian’s chin, a chilling sneer on his face that sent shivers down one’s spine.
"Yuan Hua, you know him, right?"
Tong Qian was stunned; "He, he’s supposed to be dead, and it has nothing to do with me."
Tong Qian hadn’t expected her kidnapping to be related to Yuan Hua; wasn’t he killed in a smuggling conflict, at least according to the official news? Was the kidnapper one of Yuan Hua’s people?
"I’ve investigated. Yuan Hua had a lawsuit with you. You’re just an actress with looks, but Yuan Hua, that man, he’s a sly old fox. Given his status, he actually bowed and apologized to you."
"Do you think that’s normal?"
"You have someone behind you, and that person has real power, someone who made Yuan Hua bend the knee and then got rid of him afterward. Tell me, who is that person!"
Baili Hai’s vicious gaze bore into Tong Qian on the bed.