Urban Super Soldier King
Chapter 460 - 460 460 Living in Two Worlds

460: Chapter 460: Living in Two Worlds 460: Chapter 460: Living in Two Worlds Yang Hui was almost spitting blood with contempt for Xiang Yu’s disregard.

He had never encountered someone so shameless; it was shamelessness to the extreme.

But the thing was, he couldn’t do anything about Xiang Yu, and that made him feel an even stronger urge to spit blood.

Feng Tao hurriedly tried to comfort him carefully, “Section Chief Yang, don’t be angry.

Boss Xiang is a straightforward person; we should try to understand him.”

Actually, Feng Tao was also taking this opportunity to signal to Xiang Yu, hoping he wouldn’t lose his temper.

Xiang Yu completely ignored this and lay down on the couch to rest again.

Less than half an hour later, a middle-aged man huffed and puffed as he walked in.

Behind him followed four men, all with broad shoulders and stout waists, not at all inferior to Tie Zhuzi.

The man was Feng Tao’s father, Feng Kui, who bore a striking resemblance to Feng Tao.

They were similar in appearance and build; Feng Kui was essentially an older version of Feng Tao.

As soon as Feng Kui walked in, he blustered, “Who wants me to transfer the patent rights?”

Xiang Yu, seeing the main party had arrived, sat up straight on the couch and, with his legs crossed, watched Feng Kui.

“You’re Feng Tao’s old man, Feng Kui, and also the chairman of Xishan Pharma?” Xiang Yu calmly asked while sitting there.

“That’s right, it’s me.

And you’re the arrogant Xiang Yu?” Feng Kui said with thick hostility.

Xiang Yu gave a slight smile and said, “You’re absolutely right, I am arrogant beyond measure.

Today, you must hand over the patent rights, or else I’m not leaving, and you’ll have to provide me with meals.”

Feng Tao flew into a rage, having never encountered such an insolent youngster.

He had seen all kinds of people in years of business strife: street thugs, cunning businessmen, you name it.

To Feng Tao, this group of greenhorns, including Xiang Yu, was far from capable of overpowering him.

“Stay or leave as you wish; today, I’ll tell you this.

Don’t throw a tantrum with me.

If you push me too far, I’ll throw all of you out,” Feng Kui shouted angrily.

It was evident that although Feng Kui looked a lot like Feng Tao, his temper was not inherited at all.

Feng Kui was clearly the hot-headed type, whereas Feng Tao was the more sagacious type.

“So it seems you have no intention of handing over the patent rights?” Xiang Yu suddenly stood up.

This old man’s attitude was unsatisfactory, and if he didn’t teach him a lesson, he would still think he was the boss.

When Feng Kui saw Xiang Yu stand up, he snorted coldly, “Don’t try those tricks with me.

When I was running the streets, you were still peeing in your pants and playing with mud.”

Feng Tao, seeing his father getting overly agitated, quickly walked over and pulled him aside, whispering something into his ear.

Feng Kui became even more enraged upon hearing it and then pointed at Xiang Yu, “So what if it’s the underworld?

What can you do to me?”

“You old fool, looking for death are you?” Tie Zhuzi said, ready to properly teach this disrespectful old man a lesson.

At this, the four men behind Feng Kui quickly stepped in front of him; it seemed they were all his bodyguards.

The four men were each as large as Tie Zhuzi, and standing there, they certainly looked impressive, much like Japanese sumo wrestlers.

“You think you can touch me with just you guys?

Dream on,” Feng Kui shouted disdainfully.

He had a lot of confidence in his four men, who were each capable of fighting several others.

Seeing the other party’s arrogance, Tie Zhuzi was completely enraged.

He stepped forward, suddenly grabbed a man’s hair, and slapped him across the face, sending him sprawling on the ground.

Even though they were bulky, they were all flab, and utterly worthless in a fight.

The others originally wanted to gang up on Tie Zhuzi, but just then, Wang Ze stepped forward and kicked two of them, knocking them down to the ground.

Thus, the four men Feng Kui had called over were flattened on the ground in a mere instant.

Feng Kui stood agape with surprise.

He had thought his four men were formidable enough to pick up and throw out anyone, no matter who they were, but he couldn’t have imagined his men would be no match for just the two of them.

Although Feng Kui was shocked, he didn’t panic and then looked at Xiang Yu, “Don’t push people too far.

If you drive me into a corner, I’ll kill you.”

Xiang Yu didn’t want to waste words with him and, with his hands clasped behind his back, stood in front of Feng Kui saying, “How do you want to kill me?

Come on, try?”

Feng Kui never imagined he would be pushed to this point by a junior.

Back when he was making his name known, he was famous for his explosive temper, and for being an unbeatable force in the vicinity.

Now, he was being humiliated in such a manner.

“Alright, Xiang Yu, you’re forcing my hand,” Feng Kui said, and then unexpectedly pulled out a handgun.

The gun looked ancient; it must have been around for some time.

Tie Zhuzi and the others were taken aback to see the opponent pull out a gun—it was beyond their expectation.

Even Feng Tao, who stood to one side, hadn’t anticipated it.

Yang Hui was chilled to the bone with fear.

He had been through a lot, but never a gunfight.

Sun Qian was so scared she almost screamed.

Feng Tao initially wanted to persuade his father to put down the gun, but suddenly, Tie Zhuzi, Wang Ze, and Xiao Xuan, the three of them, all drew guns and aimed them at Feng Kui’s head.

Moreover, the guns in the hands of Tie Zhuzi and his two companions seemed much more advanced than the one Feng Kui was holding.

Who knows how many years old his gun was—it might even be an antique.

The move by Tie Zhuzi and his group completely stunned Feng Tao.

The opposition was truly from the underworld, casually toting guns.

Nowadays, during peacetime, carrying a gun is illegal, but for Xiang Yu and his group, it seemed so normal.

Feng Kui initially intended to pull out his prized possession to intimidate the other party but hadn’t expected them to have real guns.

Now, he somewhat regretted revealing it.

If he were to put it away now, it would be too embarrassing.

“You plan to kill me with that thing?” Xiang Yu smiled with disdain.

Then, he acted swiftly, expertly snatched the gun from the other man, and disassembled it in a flash, finding only one bullet inside.

“Boss Xiang, please don’t be angry.

Let’s talk this out.

There’s no need for guns or knives.

We all care about face, and anything can be resolved by discussion,” Feng Tao hurriedly stepped forward and said.

Just then, Xiao Xuan suddenly fired a shot with his gun.

The sound of the gunshot terrified everyone around; only then did they realize that Xiang Yu and his group truly dared to shoot.

At that moment, Yang Hui was holding a mobile phone that had been pierced by a bullet.

He must have tried to film secretly, hoping to keep evidence against Xiang Yu.

Neither Feng Kui nor Yang Hui really knew just how dark society could get.

They touched only the surface of high society and thought too highly of themselves for engaging in daily intrigue within certain circles.

But compared to Xiang Yu, they were nothing.

Xiang Yu truly lived in the darkness.

He dealt with people like Zhong Huashan and Tie Sanjiang.

It could be said that Xiang Yu and people like Feng Kui simply didn’t belong to the same world.

For Xiang Yu and his group, handguns were nothing more exotic than commonplace tools; but for people like Feng Tao, those were terrifying, heart-shuddering murder weapons…