Urban's Fury: The War Dragon God
Chapter 110: Porcelain Bumping

Chapter 110: Chapter 110: Porcelain Bumping

"Feng, here’s the money you wanted."

Du Qiuyu handed a suitcase to Li Feng, feeling inexplicably worried. "Feng, are you going alone?"

"Are you worried about me?"

Li Feng turned to look at Du Qiuyu, who nodded shyly, her face flushed with embarrassment.

"Don’t worry, I’m going there to reason."

Li Feng said and walked straight out of the hotel. He threw the suitcase into the back seat of his car and sat in the driver’s seat before driving off.

Not far from the Outer Heaven hotel, a tattooed man put down his binoculars from the passenger side of a car.

"Ghost, the guy just left the hotel. It’s a luxury car, license plate number starting with ’AXXXXX’, and he’s brought a suitcase too."

"Looks like he’s chickened out."

"Heh, chickened out? He smacked the face of our Sky Wolf Association, does he think he can just get over it that easily?"

Li Feng drove from the hotel driveway out onto the main road when, suddenly, a car aggressively cut in from the side.

Bam.

The two cars collided.

Li Feng turned to look at the encroaching Wuling Hongguang, his face darkening—who gave you the courage to hit a luxury car?

The door of the Wuling Hongguang flew open, and a man jumped out, scanning over the front of the car then heading straight for Li Feng’s window.

"Damn it, can’t you drive? Roll down your window, let’s have a word!"

Li Feng got out of his car, confronting the burly man. "Looking for trouble on purpose, are you?"

The burly man smirked, his acting going full Oscar mode.

"Who’s looking for trouble? Think you’re something because you drive a sports car? You hit my Wuling Hongguang, so tell me, what are we going to do about it?"

"What do you want to do about it?"

Li Feng asked with a somber face.

"What to do? Pay up, what else?"

Li Feng squinted his eyes—this was blatant extortion right at his doorstep. "How much do you want?"

The burly man looked at Li Feng, a sly smile on his lips. "Five million."

Li Feng gazed at the man demanding five million outright. "Heh, your Wuling Hongguang—is it even worth fifty thousand? And you’re asking me for five million."

"The car isn’t worth five million, a couple thousand would more than cover it."

The burly man’s tone shifted, his sneer directed at Li Feng. "But with this little accident, my brothers and I got slightly injured. For the emotional distress, lost wages, and such, asking you for four million nine hundred ninety-nine thousand eight hundred doesn’t seem excessive, does it?"

"I’m a very reasonable person."

The burly man spoke as the door of the Wuling Hongguang opened, and seven or eight burly men tumbled out.

"Five million, any problem with that?"

The burly man sneered at Li Feng, convinced he had Li Feng cornered. If Li Feng couldn’t see what these guys were up to, then he shouldn’t be in the game.

One guy shows up demanding a protection fee, the next one blocks the way extorting money—it’s clear they’re trying to mess with him on purpose.

"No problem."

Li Feng nodded, his eyes narrowed.

"Then cough up the money."

The burly man looked at Li Feng as if he were a ’chick’, not understanding how Big White had fallen to such a ’pretty boy’. No need for the big guns to come after him.

The guy was a complete coward.

"The money is in the car."

The burly man gestured, and two of his men went around to get the suitcase. Moments later, they dragged out the suitcase, opened it right away to reveal a heap of cash inside.

The seven or eight strong men’s eyes lit up. Sure enough, the ’big dog’ really had money.

"You’re pretty sensible for a pretty boy. Brothers, let’s get in the car."

The burly man commanded.

"Wait."

Li Feng suddenly spoke up, stopping the others. The burly man turned back, looking at Li Feng dismissively. "What, you’re not satisfied?"

Li Feng looked up at him.

"It’s not that I’m not satisfied. It’s fine to take my money, but I should get something in return for it."

"Hmm?"

The burly man’s mind didn’t quite catch up.

Li Feng flashed a small smile, "I don’t want much, just half a life, how about that?"

The burly man heard him clearly and understood, then burst into laughter, "Fellows, this pretty boy here says he wants half our lives."

"Pretty boy, I think you’re tired of living."

Several burly men sneered, their knuckles cracking with the sound of ker-chack as they clenched their fists.

Before the burly man could finish speaking, Li Feng suddenly moved, striking the man’s throat with a hand-chop, as fast as lightning, followed by a Bow Finger Inch Force.

The burly man felt like he was suffocating, his hands covering his throat, while Li Feng gave a chilling smile, clasping the man’s neck and yanking down, his knee shooting up in a powerful lift.

"Fuck, take him down."

Li Feng leapt onto the hood of a luxury car, pushed off it, and spun around with a flying side kick.

Snap.

It connected squarely with the faces of two charging burly men.

"Aiyo."

Blood and teeth sprayed from their mouths as they collided with a Wuling Hongguang van nearby; Li Feng landed, facing another burly man head-on.

Seeing Li Feng coming to him, the man grinned ferociously and swung his large fist toward Li Feng’s face.

Li Feng twisted his body and dodged the punch, slamming right into the wide-open chest of his opponent.

Mountain Lean.

Crack.

The burly man was lifted off his feet, a dull snap from breaking bones in his chest; blood mist sprayed as he hung in midair.

Li Feng crouched in the shadow of the burly man, moving agilely like a leopard, not waiting for the others to react before seizing one man’s wrist.

Separating muscles and misplacing bones.

In a moment, Li Feng had dislocated the man’s wrist, elbow, and even shoulder, the arm hanging limply; only then did the pain reach the man’s brain.

"Ah!"

The burly man let out a horrific scream; Li Feng was no bone-setting doctor, naturally, the pain was as acute as it could be, bones twisted against sinew, even Immortals would kneel.

That painfully satisfying feeling was unbearable even for the toughest guys, and instantly the burly man was drenched in cold sweat.

Li Feng moved agilely, appearing beside another man like a gust of wind.

This burly man’s eyes showed a hint of terror, his body unable to react in time before Li Feng kicked his shin.

Crunch.

The man’s body went stiff as the broken bone pierced through his shin, leaving a bloody, gaping wound.

In nearly the blink of an eye, none of the eight or nine burly men who had surrounded Li Feng could stand properly.

Li Feng rotated his shoulders, turned to look at the defeated men scattered haphazardly, picked up his suitcase, put it back in the car, and then drove off.

"Gurgle."

"Ghost, Bao Xiong and his crew are down; this Crown Prince Li Feng has some serious skills."

The young man tailing them shivered as he looked at the battered state of Bao Xiong and his men, hastily taking out his phone to pass on the news.

Han Palace Club.

Li Feng parked his car by the entrance, casually tossed the keys to the valet, and stood in front of the Han Palace Club’s doors with his suitcase.

"Hidden Dragon Li Feng, correct?"

A man dressed as a waiter approached Li Feng and asked directly.

"That’s me."

"Please follow me."

The waiter led Li Feng into the club, through doors that opened onto a place of grandeur and splendor.

Li Feng kept his wits about him, watching and listening from all angles as he followed the waiter into an elevator, which went directly to the fifth floor.

A few seconds later, the elevator reached the fifth floor.

"Ding-dong."

"Please." The waiter stepped aside without leaving the elevator.

"Interesting."

With a raised corner of his mouth, Li Feng muttered to himself as he stepped out of the elevator.