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Chapter 566 - 611, I, the old man, never reason!

Chapter 566: Chapter 611, I, the old man, never reason!

The wine bottle crashed down with a hefty thud, sounding extraordinarily loud in the previously silent scene.

Lin Feng’s head was smashed by the bottle, spilling blood; the wine sprayed everywhere, and shards of glass clinked as they fell.

A piercing scream erupted from Lin Feng’s mouth, almost reflexively clutching at the back of his head. When he felt the blood there, another scream, like that of a pig being slaughtered, resounded.

However, what was truly astonishing was the identity of the assailant. Everyone turned to look, including Fang Yi, who upon seeing Song Wuliang holding half a bottle, first looked shocked and then just accepted the situation.

Indeed, only a guy like Song Wuliang would launch a sneak attack, and in such an unscrupulous manner.

But this was quite fitting for Fang Yi’s style; he gave Song Wuliang a thumbs-up in front of everyone.

And with this gesture from Fang Yi, he instantly drew the disdain of everyone present.

"Shameless!"

"Yeah, if you have a problem, face it head on. Resorting to sneak attacks, how despicable!"

"Such a cowardly act... That Song fatty really is just like Fang Yi, both of them are shameless."

In short, a flurry of curses and foul language was hurled at them, condemning Fang Yi and Song Wuliang.

Yet, with the thick skin that both men had, they simply didn’t care—it’s not like they were losing any flesh off their backs.

Song Wuliang walked over to Fang Yi and said, "Brother Yi, I did well, didn’t I?"

Fang Yi encouraged, "Next time, go even further."

"Got it!" Song fatty spat in Lin Feng’s direction, "Crap! Picking on the few when you’re many. Now my boss is here, so if you dare, stop bullying me and have a go at my boss instead."

Song Wuliang thought back to the humiliation of being pinned down by those young masters earlier, feeling utterly wronged. Had he not had the presence of mind to kick one of the guys in the crotch, he might still be under their mercy now.

Song fatty was angry, and an angry him was anything but gentle.

The young masters who had been following Lin Feng turned shades of green and white, especially one whose face was wrought with pain, furrowing his brow and gritting his teeth as he glared at Song fatty, wishing to pounce on him and deliver a brutal beating right then and there.

However, with Fang Yi standing there, no one dared to come close.

Someone brought Lin Feng a bandage, but only got one loop around before Lin Feng pushed him away and self-aggressively wrapped the bandage around his head, making it look exceedingly messy.

"Heh heh." Fang Yi couldn’t help but laugh.

Lin Feng stopped what he was doing and suddenly looked towards Fang Yi, his eyes as sharp and menacing as swords.

Fang Yi just kept laughing, not taking it seriously, while Song Wuliang whistled mockingly, "Lin young master’s ’rice dumpling’ head looks really nice."

"That’s not a dumpling head, it’s clearly an ’Indian A-three’ look," Fang Yi joked.

"Exactly, exactly, wrapped up like a chick...," Song Wuliang, even with all his crudeness, couldn’t bring himself to utter the coarse "dick" part.

But someone finished it for him.

"Let’s not bring chickens into it. Let’s keep it civilized, you and I," said Fang Yi with mock seriousness.

"..."

The two of them played off each other with their shamelessness and brazenness, leaving everyone completely dumbfounded.

Lin Mengyan’s expression remained calm, but inside she felt the urge to flee from these two, ashamed to be associated with them.

Somewhere in the distant crowd, Lin Xueru’s lips were slightly parted, appearing enticing, and her expression was one of utter astonishment.

"Truly shameless." In the midst of the crowd, Song Duan sighed softly.

"Yes, truly shameless." Song Hongye’s gaze fell on someone, a faint smile curving her lips.

Up on the second floor, anger was evident on Lin Zheng’s face.

"Utterly shameless!" Lin Zheng slammed his hand on the armrest, visibly incensed.

"Hehe, Third Master Lin, please calm your anger," Fang Jupeng revelled in the misfortune beside him.

Lin Zheng glanced sideways at him and said, "Fang Jupeng, don’t laugh too early. Fang Muye will end up the same way in a moment."

"How can you be sure?"

"Don’t forget the lesson your son learned," Lin Zheng said leisurely.

With a whoosh, Fang Jupeng’s face turned extremely ugly, followed by a furious reaction, mirroring the expression on Lin Zheng’s face just before.

Meanwhile, in the hall, the atmosphere had reached a freezing point. Fang Yi and Song the Fatso were singing a duet, provoking Lin Feng to the point where he felt like vomiting blood.

Lin Feng’s fists clenched tight, veins popping, his fists quivering violently.

Suddenly, a cold light burst forth from Lin Feng’s eyes.

"Fang Yi, please leave this place!" Lin Feng said through gritted teeth, his voice laden with indescribable fury.

"What did you say? Louder, I can’t quite hear you," Fang Yi made a gesture as if cleaning out his ear.

"I said... please leave!" Lin Feng said coldly.

Fang Yi fell silent, lighting a cigarette.

A puff of smoke exhaled from Fang Yi’s mouth, somewhat mystical and ethereal.

Fang Yi, observing Lin Feng who was enraged to the extreme yet still restraining himself, suddenly turned a cold gaze and said, "You’re not mistaken, are you? You invited me here to insult me, and now that you see you can’t, you want me to get lost. Do you think I will leave so easily?"

The underlying message was clear: I will not leave.

This began to reek of shamelessness, but this was exactly what Fang Yi intended. From the moment Lin Feng asked him to leave, Fang Yi had understood the whole situation.

Why Kong Qingxu had called him here without showing up was obvious: he was in league with Lin Feng. As for their purpose, Fang Yi would have to be brain dead not to guess it, it was as clear as if deduced by his toes.

Lin Feng had anticipated this and said coldly, "Tonight, this place is where my Lin Family is hosting guests. Purple Vine Bay has been booked by my Lin Family. We do not welcome you here now, so please leave!"

As if I would leave, I haven’t even had the banquet yet!

Fang Yi lowered his gaze, speaking in a deep tone, "And what if I don’t leave?"

Lin Feng said, "That would mean you’re being unreasonable! I can have the security escort you out. I know you’re very skilled in Martial Arts, but..." Lin Feng leaned in, his voice icy cold, "...I can call the police and have you arrested."

Reasonable?

I’ve never been one to reason!

Besides, if we’re talking about being reasonable, was Lin Feng’s treatment of Lin Mengyan reasonable at all?

Fang Yi smirked mockingly, conveniently taking a puff of smoke and blowing it in Lin Feng’s face before slapping him.

Hidden in the smoke, the slap sent Lin Feng flying to the side, where he crashed into several others.

"People are fighting!"

It was unclear who yelled first.

That cry, however, sparked utter chaos throughout the venue.

Upstairs, Lin Zheng roared in a low voice, "This cannot be tolerated! Absolutely not! Fang Yi is too arrogant!" Suddenly, Lin Zheng turned his head toward Fang Jupeng and said coldly, "Fang Jupeng, it’s your move now!"

Fang Jupeng’s eyes narrowed slightly as he said, "You don’t need to tell me, I know."

The next moment, Fang Jupeng took out his phone and dialed a number, saying coldly, "Mie Nian, take action!"

"You want this monk to act, and I should just act?" A scoffing voice came from the phone.

"If you don’t act, that little boy will be no more."

"..." There was a moment of silence on the phone, followed by a slow response, "Fine!"