Extraordinary Soldier King in the City
Chapter 325: A Violent Beating!

Chapter 325: Chapter 325: A Violent Beating!

"Kid, are you deaf or something? Didn’t hear what I just said? With that pitiful look, you’re still trying to collect back pay for others? I wouldn’t give you a dime even if I had the cash! While I’m still in a good mood, scram back to wherever you came from, or else if you wait a bit longer, you won’t be walking out of here!"

The middle-aged man sneered at Chen Feng with disdain, leaned back in his chair, and with his legs propped up on the desk, he spoke arrogantly.

Yang Dashan was nearly scared out of his wits when he heard the middle-aged man speak like this.

He and his fellow workers had thought about getting tough in the past.

But someone who ran a construction company like the middle-aged man was sure to have ties with some gangs in the underworld, and he had trained a bunch of very fierce fighters under his command.

This group of fighters was professionally trained, each capable of taking on five, far more formidable than the previous ten security guards.

Last time, Yang Dashan and dozens of workers banded together to confront him and demand payment, they were severely taught a lesson by those fighters.

So now, Yang Dashan was really afraid that the middle-aged man would call those fighters over again, and then he and Chen Feng wouldn’t be able to leave even if they wanted to.

"Brother, maybe we should just leave for now. Money’s important, but staying alive is even more crucial!"

Yang Dashan looked at Chen Feng and urged him anxiously.

"Ha ha ha, did you hear that? Old Yang knows what’s up, understanding that life is more important than money. Aren’t you going to scram?"

The middle-aged man became even more arrogant, scoffing at Chen Feng with a cold laugh.

Chen Feng smiled faintly, nodded, and stood up from his chair.

Seeing this, Yang Dashan let out a sigh of relief.

The middle-aged man gave a cold smile, his eyes filled with more scorn and disdain.

However, just when both of them thought that Chen Feng was standing up to leave.

At that moment, Chen Feng’s right hand suddenly shot out, grabbing the middle-aged man by the collar and yanked him up sharply.

The middle-aged man, sitting in his office chair with his legs crossed and smug, had not anticipated Chen Feng making a move on him. Caught off guard, he was hoisted into the air.

The scene left both Yang Dashan and the middle-aged man stunned.

To note, the middle-aged man had that burly, overweight build, and he probably weighed at least over two hundred pounds.

Yet Chen Feng, relying on just one hand, lifted the entire man, which was truly terrifying!

"What... what do you think you’re doing?"

As his feet lifted from the ground and his collar tightened around his neck, fear flashed in the middle-aged man’s eyes as he stared down Chen Feng angrily.

"I’m not a fan of violence, and if a problem can be solved by talking, I’d never lift a finger. But obviously, talking is of no use to you!"

Chen Feng looked on expressionlessly at the middle-aged man he held aloft, speaking lightly.

"Listen here, kid, this is my turf. If you dare touch me, I guarantee you won’t leave here alive!"

The middle-aged man growled.

"Is that so? I’d like to see who’s going to die first!"

A cold glint flashed in Chen Feng’s eyes as he gripped the middle-aged man and harshly smashed him onto the office desk.

"Bang!"

A loud noise rang out.

The middle-aged man’s bulky body was slammed fiercely onto the office desk.

"Ow!"

The middle-aged man felt as if his back was about to break.

The excruciating pain, like being torn apart, was unbearable, and with his mouth agape, he began to howl in agony.

"Does it hurt? But that’s nothing compared to the suffering of those migrant workers. They worked tirelessly for you, toiling under the sun, and yet they couldn’t get their wages in the end. Do you have any idea how much they suffered?"

Chen Feng looked at the middle-aged man howling in pain and said indifferently,

"Kid... you dare to do this to me, you’re dead!"

The middle-aged man clenched his teeth, enduring the severe pain as he bellowed.

"You still haven’t come to your senses!"

Chen Feng narrowed his eyes and reached out to grab the man’s right hand, placing it flat on the table. With his other hand, he casually picked up a steel pen from the desk and stabbed it directly into the palm of the middle-aged man’s right hand.

"Pu-chi!"

The sharp tip of the steel pen, driven by Chen Feng’s powerful force, pierced straight through the palm of the middle-aged man and nailed it to the tabletop.

"Ow!!"

Blood flowed freely, mixing with the ink from the pen, and at the same time, a heart-wrenching scream resounded once again in the office.

More agonized and painful than before!

The pain of having a pen stabbed through the palm was unbearable for an ordinary person.

Let alone the middle-aged man himself, even Yang Dashan, who stood by, trembled involuntarily and his eyes were filled with terror.

He often worked at construction sites, where bumps and bruises or having a brick fall on one’s hand were common occurrences.

But that kind of pain compared to what was happening now was clearly not on the same level!

There’s a kind of pain that hurts just from watching!

Yang Dashan deeply understood this saying now, as he felt a slight chill in his own palm.

"How about it, can we talk about the wages now?"

Chen Feng looked down at the middle-aged man who was now twitching all over from the pain and asked lightly.

"Talk? Talk my ass, dream on! Kid, you’re dead, you’re absolutely dead today. My people will come to rescue me once they hear my scream; just wait for your death!"

The middle-aged man was sweaty from pain but still gnashed his teeth and said viciously.

"It seems you’re set on playing tough till the end!"

Chen Feng narrowed his eyes, a cold glint flashing within.

"If you have the guts, just kill me then! I’ll tell you the truth—if you dare. In my safe, there’s three million in cash, but I won’t give it up. I’d rather spend the money on eating, drinking, whoring, gambling—even throwing it away as trash—rather than paying these stinking migrant workers! Hahaha!"

The middle-aged man laughed wildly.

He was very clear in his heart, that no matter how ruthless Chen Feng’s methods were, he wouldn’t dare to kill him, which made him fearless.

And as soon as the reinforcements arrived, that would be Chen Feng’s demise!

"Do you really think I won’t dare to kill you?"

After hearing the middle-aged man’s words, Chen Feng’s eyes were filled with chill.

Before coming here, he had thought that the middle-aged man might be facing some difficulties, which was why he had been delaying the workers’ wages.

But what Chen Feng hadn’t expected was that this bastard had money, all in cash, and he wasn’t planning to pay the workers at all.

This was clearly a rogue!

At this moment, a flame of anger began to burn in Chen Feng’s heart.

Those farm laborers toiled to death on the construction site, enduring the blowing winds and scorching sun. What for?

Wasn’t it to earn more money so their families could live better days?

And that money, it was their lifeblood, their hard-earned sweat and blood money!

Yet this unscrupulous businessman, for his own selfish desires, clutched their hard-earned money in his own hands!

This had severely touched Chen Feng’s bottom line!