The Strongest Urban Son-in-law
Chapter 454 - 453 Threat

Chapter 454: Chapter 453 Threat

Once they angered the people of Blood Hand, and Blood Hand sent high-level martial artists to besiege Ye Feng and his group, even with Ye Feng’s formidable strength, it would be impossible for him to match Blood Hand. In Hu Yunyun’s view, Ye Feng’s current actions were no different from seeking death.

Before long, Manager Zhang arrived, and this time, accompanying him was a tall European man, about 1.9 meters tall, with blond hair and blue eyes, looking extremely handsome. The European man exuded a strong Blood Qi, his gaze was wickedly charming, giving off an undeniable air of arrogance.

Feng easily discerned that the European man, just like Hu Yunyun, was a Demon Cultivator, and his strength was even greater than Hu Yunyun’s. He was a formidable Half-step Master, with strength that should be comparable to that of Jiang Haoyuan.

Manager Zhang brought the European man to Ye Feng and introduced him, "Young Master Ye, let me introduce him to you. This gentleman is our General Manager, Mr. Charles."

Upon seeing Charles, Hu Yunyun purposefully lowered her head. In the flashing lights of the bar, Charles did not notice Hong Yunyun.

Charles revealed a slight smile and extended his hand, "Young Master Ye, hello, I am the General Manager of Oscar Bar."

Ye Feng looked at Charles with a composed expression and did not respond to Charles.

Ye Feng had come today specifically to cause trouble; how could he possibly show them any friendly countenance?

Charles noticed that Ye Feng was not paying any attention to him, and his brow furrowed; a cold look flashed in his eyes.

"When will my wine be ready?" Ye Feng looked at Charles and asked.

Charles smiled slightly, "Young Master Ye, I’m sorry, here’s the situation: our stock is not sufficient. Why don’t you switch to something else? Could we substitute the red wine with Jägermeister? Of course, we can offer you a discount, a 20% off. What do you think?"

Ye Feng had spent 40 million; a 20% discount would amount to a saving of 8 million.

Charles continued, "Of course, we have already received your payment, so after the discount, we can’t refund the 8 million to you. We will credit it to your VIP card."

Ye Feng’s face remained calm, not a ripple in his gaze, and casually asked, "What? Do you think I would care about that few million? I am here to consume. I paid for your package deal, and now you’re telling me it’s not available? If it’s not available, then why did you charge my card?"

Charles’s brow furrowed again, "But Mr. Ye, we can’t produce such a large quantity of wine in such a short time. How about this, give us an hour and we’ll have everything ready for you. What do you think?"

"Twenty minutes—I can only give you twenty minutes. I’ve already discussed this with Manager Zhang, and five minutes have already passed. You have fifteen minutes left. If the drinks aren’t ready in fifteen minutes, then we’ll proceed with a refund..." Ye Feng stated coolly.

"This..." Charles’s face darkened. A refund wouldn’t be a big deal, but Oscar Bar was one of the best in Longdu, and this was a matter of reputation.

If word got out that Oscar Bar didn’t even have enough wine to sell, who would come to consume in the future? Especially high-end consumers like Ye Feng, they probably wouldn’t consider Oscar anymore.

Charles, furrowing his brow, said, "Young Master Ye, don’t be unreasonable. You ordered so much wine; it’s impossible for us to have it ready in such a short amount of time."

Everyone nodded, feeling that Charles’s point made sense. After all, Ye Feng’s order consisted of high-end liquor, not cheap drinks. It was unrealistic for a typical bar to have such a large stock on hand. Normally, Oscar Bar sold about fifty top-tier packages a month. Suddenly demanding two hundred sets was simply unfeasible.

"If you can’t produce it, then why take the money!" Ye Feng suddenly raised his voice, questioning coldly.

Charles and Manager Zhang were both taken aback. Indeed, Ye Feng was right—if they couldn’t deliver, why accept the payment?

Ye Feng asked calmly, "Just taking money and not delivering goods, what kind of practice is that?"

Charles’s face grew darker as he looked at Ye Feng coldly, "Young Master Ye, I know you’re wealthy, but Oscar is not someone to be trifled with. How about giving me some face today? Either you switch the wine, and we replace the red wine with an equal value of beer, or wait an hour while we prepare it for you!"

"Give you face?" Ye Feng scoffed coldly, "Who are you that I should give you face? Do you think you deserve it? Now everyone here knows I am offering everyone top-tier package drinks, and you want them to wait an hour. How will they see me in that time?"

After hearing Ye Feng’s words, Charles’s complexion turned extremely unsightly. He hadn’t expected Ye Feng to be so disrespectful. Since arriving in Longdu, even the scions and talents of second-rate aristocratic families had treated him with great respect. He never encountered someone like Ye Feng, who seemingly came out of nowhere, and who didn’t give him face for the first time.

Charles’s expression was as dark as if it could drip water, "Mr. Ye, can we talk somewhere else? The music here is too loud; it’s inconvenient!"

Ye Feng nodded indifferently, "No problem..."

Hu Yunyun, standing behind Ye Feng, tugged at the hem of his clothes, "Don’t go; it could be dangerous."

But Ye Feng ignored Hu Yunyun, grabbed her in his arms, and forcibly took her away.

Hu Yunyun, wrapped in Ye Feng’s powerful arms, was unable to struggle free and thus followed them to the conference hall on the second floor of the bar.

In her heart, Hu Yunyun had already cursed Ye Feng’s entire family countless times. She thought Ye Feng was courting death.

"Not good!" When she saw the people inside the conference room, Hu Yunyun’s heart skipped a beat, and her eyes showed nervousness.

There were a total of twenty people present, all members of Blood Hand. The weakest among them had the strength of the early stages of Inner Strength, and the strongest had reached the rank of a Half-step Master, just like Charles.

Charles entered the conference room and pointed to a seat, "Mr. Ye, please sit down..."