Urban Immortal Doctor Master
Chapter 100 - 100 100 The Chief's Son

100: 100: The Chief’s Son 100: 100: The Chief’s Son “Young Master Pang, can you take care of this matter outside?” The bar’s owner was a fat middle-aged man who couldn’t control the situation with so many people involved.

As for Mr.

Pang, he had significant family business and connections in the city.

It could be said that as long as he didn’t cause a major incident, he was free to do as he pleased.

This was a person he could not afford to offend.

“Boss Xiao, you’d best stay out of this.

Any damages to the bar will not be your concern.

I’m very angry right now.

It’s best if you stay far away,” said Mr.

Pang.

The middle-aged man offered a forced smile helplessly.

This was not the first time Pang Jindong had caused trouble.

How could he continue to do business like this?

Looking at the four young men, the middle-aged man wanted to help but was powerless; even if he called the police, they wouldn’t dare to confront Pang Jindong.

Rather than that, it was better to evacuate the bar’s customers so as not to involve them; otherwise, his bar really wouldn’t survive.

Chen Xiaozhi and Rao Weisheng grew pale when they saw so many people, which was natural since they had never caused trouble or seen such a scene before.

Unlike Lin Tao, who was eager to fight, they couldn’t help but retreat to Tang Feng’s side.

Among the four of them, they knew the truly formidable one was Tang Feng.

The changes over this period had naturally centered their loyalty on Tang Feng, as if with him present, all difficulties could be solved.

At least those who bullied them before had been subdued by Tang Feng, and perhaps these people weren’t even enough to get stuck in his teeth.

“Attack!” ordered Pang Jindong before the bar’s patrons could be evacuated.

His aim was simple; he wanted everyone in the bar to see who he was, and this face he desired could satisfy him at that moment.

The men moved to action, and a large portion of them didn’t even bother to lift a hand, confident that the four, no matter how strong they were, couldn’t escape their group attack.

The regular brawlers acted with perfect understanding of each other.

But an interesting scene unfolded: a flurry of punches exploded from Lin Tao, and then he charged forward to meet the attackers.

Fists raged like a storm.

People had only seen afterimages on television, a result of cinematic effects, but now they were witnessing the real thing.

The lingering images in the air were indeed afterimages.

One could imagine how fast Lin Tao was.

Even more impressive was Tang Feng, who stood his ground, and all those who attacked him could only get within ten feet.

Whether they kicked, jumped, or used their limbs together, none could get close.

A vacuum zone formed around him, as if under his absolute control.

His strikes treated his opponents as if they were garbage, easily defeated with a single blow, Tang Feng truly didn’t feel like lifting a finger, completely uninterested.

If he didn’t make a move, all was still; but once he did, it was thunderous and decisive, leaving no opportunity for the enemy.

Sometimes, kindness could be fatal.

Only by truly killing the enemy could one be completely safe.

He was neither Buddha nor Daoist; he was simply pursuing the breakthrough of limitless skies.

Lin Tao was indeed very strong, like a tiger, like a leopard, fierce and unyielding, accurate in his strikes, disabling his opponents while also leaving a sliver of life.

Twenty or thirty people had fallen in a moment, and Pang Jindong was stunned.

He realized he might have made a mistake, none of the people he called had the capability to take down the opponents, and he quickly reconsidered his options.

His cousin was not far away, and after embellishing the story over the phone, the other party took the bait.

Right after the fight was over, a group of Martial Guards arrived at the bar.

These regular Imperial Guards were responsible for protecting the safety of high officials and foreign dignitaries, all Innate Masters.

Although there were only six of them, few dared to meet their gaze.

As they entered, the formidable aura that assaulted everyone was chilling, the true mark of a master lay not on their faces but in their formidable presence.

The aura was severe, the might hidden within restraint, very powerful.

Only through countless battles could one possess such formidable strength, Lin Tao was repelled by one of them, feeling a dull pain in his fist.

“How dare you, even retaliating against the Martial Guards, you’re a dead man.” A handsome young man walked in, followed by two exceptionally enchanting women.

Tang Feng’s eyes fixed on the two women, he sensed a sinister energy about them, the identities of these two women were probably no ordinary matter.

“Cousin, it’s this bunch of brats.” Pang Jindong approached, with a fawning expression on his face.

“Take all four of them down, throw them in the station and lock them up for a few days, whenever my cousin feels better then they can be released,” Wen Chunliang said.

“Yes, Young Master Wen.” The Martial Guards who came along stood in front of Tang Feng and the others, said sternly, “Don’t even try to resist, it’s pointless, and I don’t want to see blood tonight.” Wen Chunliang spoke as if he was mentioning something trivial.

Tang Feng could tell, this person was so accustomed to acting this way that, to him, he and the four including Chen Xiaozhi were simply not worth considering, as if they were as inconsequential as random cats and dogs.

This really irritated him.

He slapped someone across the face.

The loud sound silenced the entire bar.

Has this kid gone mad, daring to strike Wen Chunliang?

He is done for, we should hurry up and leave, otherwise we will be caught in unintentional disaster when Wen Yanwang flies into a rage.

The patrons in the bar who were left to watch the commotion quickly made themselves scarce, while the Martial Guards didn’t do much to stop them.

They were now only surrounding Tang Feng; originally focusing on Lin Tao, who was now cast aside.

These Martial Guards were in charge of protecting Wen Chunliang’s safety, now being slapped in front of so many people was tantamount to slapping them as well.

That wasn’t even the main issue—what was more frightening was to think what Wen Chunliang’s father would do when he found out.

The Martial Guards held a very high status within the country and possessed certain privileges, far superior to soldiers and police officers.

Moreover, they were directly under the command of Wen Chunliang’s father, receiving extraordinarily high treatment and facing little risk.

If it weren’t for Wen Chunliang constantly causing trouble, their jobs would be much easier.

Unfortunately, his privileged background had made him arrogant and condescending.

In Nandu, the only one who dared to call himself King Yan was Wen Chunliang.

At just over twenty-five, Wen Chunliang still loved to frequent high-class entertainment venues.

And the flattery from others only made him more complacent, making change nearly impossible, unless something happened to his father.

But that was almost impossible too, the Chief of the directly-controlled municipality was akin to the leader of a province, and Wen Chunliang was its crown prince in all but name.

Having dominated Nandu for seven or eight years, let alone hitting him, there were few who even dared to look at him—his wishes were commands.

So Wen Chunliang was stunned, touching his swollen cheek, taking a long while to come back to his senses.

“You will die,” Wen Chunliang stared intently at Tang Feng, speaking calmly.

“That’s not necessarily the case,” Tang Feng replied with a faint smile, looking at Wen Chunliang without any trace of evasion.

“Leave him breathing, I want to torture him myself,” Wen Chunliang was truly angered; even with his control, after enduring Tang Feng’s repeated contempt, he finally exploded.

“Kid, in my eyes, you’re not even as good as those waiters,” Tang Feng pointed at the servers and said.

“Bro, don’t do this, you’re screwing us over,” several waiters cursed internally.

You’re cocky enough on your own, why drag us into it?

Luckily, Wen Chunliang hadn’t lost all sense of reason, otherwise, not a single person in this bar would be able to leave.

“What are you standing around for, beat him until he has just a breath left,” Wen Chunliang’s reputation couldn’t be challenged, crushing Tang Feng was essential to rebuilding his name as King Yan.

Tang Feng beckoned with his hand, a gesture that was downright infuriating.