Yun Tao smirked in anticipation of Chu Feng’s misfortune. He’d seen Li Ziyang’s methods before and they were positively chilling. That tiny lounge had borne witness to god-knows-how-many cold-blooded murders, all involving men like Chu Feng who desperately needed to be put in their place.

“Young Master Yun, our men are here, all people who can fight like ten men. They await your command.” A man dressed as a security guard ran over, wearing an expression of flattery.

“Very good.” Yun Tao nodded, then put on a look of deviousness. “Wait for the sound of a cup breaking. That’s Young Master Li’s signal for all of you to back him up. If you hear anything going on in that lounge, then rush in there and beat the crap out of that bastard Chu Feng!”

“Hehe, understood!”


Yun Tao’s face contorted as he laughed coldly. Oh, Chu Feng. If you’re still not dead after all this, I’ll change my surname to yours!

In the Bright Moon Pavillion lounge on the third floor, the scent of tea and sandalwood filled the room that was full of vintage decor, giving the place an elegant feel. When Chu Feng strode in, he admired his surroundings as if he was strolling through a garden.

“You’re Chu Feng?” Hei Hu stepped forward to block his way, looking down upon him with his toned body and a dismissive glance. Chu Feng’s clothes looked as if they were bought off a flea market stall for less than two hundred. How could a man of such caliber catch Yun Muqing’s eye, when even a waitress in this pavilion could barely spare him a second look? How could he even begin to compare to Li Ziyang?

Without so much as a glance toward Hei Hu, as if he was nothing but air, Chu Feng stepped right past him into the lounge despite Hei Hu practically being the size of a small hill.

“Not bad, kid.” Hei Hu squinted and licked his lips with excitement. This fellow was quite interesting; apparently, he was trained in the martial arts. That would make the clean-up work more exciting, at least.

“Chu Feng? You look quite dashing. I can see why you caught Yun Muqing’s eye.” Li Ziyang squinted at Chu Feng and looked him up and down. Li Ziyang had expected a small fry like him to be at least unnerved in the presence of a wealthy heir such as himself, if not full-on shaking. To his surprise, this man was maintaining his composure well, because of his military training. Sadly, as handy as it seemed now, it could only get him so far.
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