The Beautiful CEO’s Dragon Blood Bodyguard
Chapter 861 - 0861: Pick Up Your Knife

Chapter 861: Chapter 0861: Pick Up Your Knife

The private room’s door suddenly burst open with a bang, like an earthquake, making the whole room tremble.

A rush of air swept in, passing over Liuu Ruyan’s hands.

The sound of broken glass bottles falling to the floor startled her.

The thugs inside the room were also surprised, scrambling to their feet and turning to look at the doorway.

When Liuu Ruyan saw the man at the door, her nose tingled, and feeling dizzy, she couldn’t help but burst into tears.

On the other side of the private room, Song Hanlin and his group, hearing the commotion, quickly came out of their room.

They hadn’t expected Liuu Ruyan to be inside.

They were just over a meter away from Long Fei, but they felt an icy chill on their skin, as though standing beside a snowman.

"Fuck your mother, who the hell are you?"

A thug, holding a wine bottle and with a cigarette in his mouth, stared at Long Fei and cursed in anger.

Believing they had the advantage of numbers, even against the taller Long Fei, the thug boldly approached him.

He wanted to use his domineering power to make Long Fei submit.

"You little fucker, I’m talking to you!"

The thug scolded, swinging the wine bottle viciously toward Long Fei’s head.

Street fights are all about surprise attacks.

That was a common trick among the thugs, smiling one second and starting a fight the next.

Long Fei’s facial expression unchanged, he didn’t wait for the bottle to hit him, his hand already gripping the thug’s wrist.

"You!"

The thug was startled, roughly trying to pull free.

But then there was a crack sound, and his arm broke off like a dry twig, making him scream in agony.

With a kick, Long Fei sent the thug flying like a ball, crashing into the hot pot table and upsetting it all over the place.

Inside the room, there was a clangor as bowls, chopsticks, and the hot pot spilled everywhere, scalding several thugs who shouted in pain.

Song Hanlin and the others shuddered at the sight, silently fearing that Long Fei was out for blood!

Yang Xu cursed, "Fuck your mother, let’s take him down together!"

He took a switchblade from his pocket, snapping it open, his fingers trembling uncontrollably, completely intimidated by Long Fei’s presence.

The other thugs grabbed wine bottles and plates, hurling them at Long Fei.

Long Fei stepped forward and with a sweep of his hand, the bottles and plates fell to the floor and shattered.

"Your mother!"

The thug closest to him grabbed a chair and raised it high to smash it down.

Long Fei’s fist flew and crashed through the chair, connecting with the thug’s stomach.

The thug felt as if his guts were being punched out, vomiting up everything he’d eaten, and fell to his knees with a thud.

A thug jumped from the tea table, aiming a kick at Long Fei’s head.

He seemed to know a thing or two about fighting.

But Long Fei moved smoothly, his body shifting in an untraceable way, grabbing the thug’s face and pressing him down onto the tea table.

It was like a slam dunk in basketball, crashing heavily onto the table.

The marble tabletop shattered under the impact.

The thug vomited blood and lay twitching among the debris, his eyes rolling back.

Song Hanlin and the others watched, dry-mouthed, thinking this was just too brutal.

Even Yang Xu, who had been fighting since he was a child, couldn’t help trembling and cursed, "Fuck your mother, who the hell are you? What have I done to you?"

"My name is Long Fei."

Long Fei replied crisply.

A thug beside him, taking advantage of the moment, tried to smash a bottle on the back of Long Fei’s head.

His hand, as if it had eyes, snapped and struck the thug’s face, sending him crashing into the wall, blood gushing from his head.

"Who is Long Fei?"

The thugs, clearly unfamiliar with the name, asked each other.

Someone whispered, "It seems it’s this Long Fei who took down Yang Xu’s father."

"Ah?"

The goons shivered as they looked at each other with wide eyes, not expecting this guy to be so brutal.

Just a moment ago, they had been planning to finish off Liu Ruyan, then go after Long Fei.

Yang Xu stammered and said, "Give me some face, and let’s just call it even. Take Liu Ruyan with you, and I won’t say another word. My big brother is Brother Crazy Dog who runs security for this KTV. If you make a big scene, you won’t get out of here."

"Crazy Dog?"

Long Fei raised an eyebrow, the name was not unfamiliar to him.

Liu Ruyan anxiously asked, "Where’s my mom?"

Yang Xu said, "Let us go first, then I’ll contact you by phone later."

He still wanted to use this as leverage to put pressure on the two of them, planning to find more people to settle the score with Long Fei once he got out.

Song Hanlin and the others hurried in, warning Long Fei, "Boss, Crazy Dog is a newly emerging gangster around here, he’s really vicious when he gets down to business."

"Yeah, boss, why don’t we just let it go?"

The room was wrecked, and Su Xiaoning and the others were also very uneasy, thinking that if Crazy Dog showed up, it would be too late.

To their surprise, not only did Long Fei not leave, but he also instructed Yang Xu, "Call your big brother Crazy Dog and tell him to come over."

"What?"

Everyone in the room gaped.

Liu Ruyan stared at Long Fei, feeling like she had seen this scene happen somewhere before.

This guy, it seemed he was born not to shy away from trouble.

You name your backer, and he insists on having you call your backer out.

Yang Xu, agitated, shouted, "Okay, that’s what you said."

With one hand on the knife and the other picking up the phone, he immediately called Crazy Dog.

This big brother, Crazy Dog, was not like Ma Kui or Sixth Master Tan.

He had no brains, only brawn for fighting. As for managing any projects, he knew nothing.

He could only collect protection money, lend out money at high interest rates, and look after the venues.

He was exceptionally loyal to his underlings.

Whenever they got into trouble, as long as they informed him, he would arrive on the spot as soon as possible.

After making the call, Crazy Dog was outside drinking with someone.

When he heard there was trouble at the Hotpot KTV, he immediately had his brothers grab their gear and drive over.

This was his turf. Someone had hit his brothers on his own turf—this was something he couldn’t tolerate.

After the call, Yang Xu felt a lot more confident.

He took out a cigarette, took a puff, and said to Long Fei with a cold voice, "Bro, you still have time to leave. You better not meddle in Liu Ruyan’s business. Otherwise, you’ll end up dying a horrible death."

Just now, he had hoped that Liuu Ruyan and Long Fei would leave together, but now he had changed his stance and refused to let Liuu Ruyan go either.

"Pick up your knife."

Long Fei stared at Yang Xu with a cold command, his daunting presence made the room’s temperature seem to drop.

"What?"

Yang Xu barely heard clearly.

The others also exchanged glances, wondering if this guy had gone crazy.

Has anyone ever asked their opponent to actually pick up a knife?

Yang Xu raised the knife, pointing it at Long Fei and cursed, "You bastard, don’t think you can beat me. Believe it or not, when my big brother gets here, he is going to mince you up and throw you into the sea!"

"Is that so?"

Long Fei’s mouth twitched, and his hand moved like lightning.

With a swish, he grabbed Yang Xu’s wrist and smoothly took the knife from his hand.

In a flash, he wielded the short knife and chopped down on Yang Xu’s arm.

With a splat, blood sprayed.

Yang Xu’s right arm was severed at the root, and he screamed miserably, rolling on the ground and shrieking like a slaughtered pig.

The people in the room had never seen such a bloody scene before, even Song Hanlin and his group vomited on the spot, squatting on the ground and quickly turning away.

Long Fei threw the knife down in front of Yang Xu and, like a Demon King, glared at him and snorted, "I’ve taken an arm off you. If I catch you bullying others by using your status again, I’ll definitely take your damn life!"

If it were someone else, the people in the room might have thought it was a joke.

But coming from Long Fei’s mouth, none of the thugs had any reason to disbelieve it, crying out and immediately kneeling to beg for mercy from Long Fei.