Urban's Fury: The War Dragon God
Chapter 118: Death Pervert

Chapter 118: Chapter 118: Death Pervert

Wei Lan walked towards the taxi with a stern face, casting a sideways glance at Li Feng, and muttered two words under her breath.

"Straight man."

Just as Wei Lan was bending down to get into the car, Li Feng suddenly reached out and grabbed Wei Lan’s arm.

"What, regretting it now?"

"Too late."

Wei Lan felt a little petulant inside, thinking, ’Hmph, when this miss was making moves, you didn’t reciprocate. Now you’re regretting it? There’s no second chance.’

This miss certainly has a temper too.

Li Feng didn’t care about Wei Lan’s thoughts at the moment, and without finishing his words, pulled Wei Lan into his arms, causing her heart to flutter slightly.

Boom.

A loud noise.

Wei Lan’s heart skipped a beat, and she turned her head to look at the roadside, where a luxury car had slammed into the back of the taxi, the violent collision pushing the taxi’s rear up onto the curb.

If it weren’t for Li Feng pulling her back behind a roadside tree, the consequences would’ve been unimaginable.

"Motherfucker, how do you drive, thinking you’re something special because you drive a luxury car?"

The taxi driver immediately pushed open the car door, looked at the completely dented rear, and cursed out loud.

"What happened?"

Wei Lan, still shaken, looked towards the scene of the accident. Was it really an accident?

The owner of the luxury car shoved his door open and threw the car keys at the cursing taxi driver, "Take the car, now shut the fuck up."

"It’s him!"

Wei Lan recognized the swollen-faced man; isn’t this the guy who got slapped by Li Feng several times in the bar and then got thrown out?

Huang Hai stood behind the two cars, staring across the distance at Li Feng and Wei Lan who were huddled together.

"Little bitch, you think you can hit me and walk away? I’ve fucking been too lenient."

"How dare you reject me."

Huang Hai’s eyes darkened as he watched Li Feng and Wei Lan.

In this area, Huang Hai was a well-known figure; everyone had to call him Brother Hai.

This was his territory in the bars around here, and yet, at his own venue, he was rejected by a woman and even slapped.

Moreover, he was thrown out, which nearly made him a laughingstock, how could he show his face around here after that?

Losing face was something absolutely intolerable.

As for the warning from Nan Hua, as soon as Huang Hai saw Li Feng and Wei Lan come out and stand in front of the hotel, he blew up.

Today, if he couldn’t kill this man, he might as well never go out and have fun again.

"Are you sick or what?" Wei Lan looked coldly at the inexplicable Huang Hai; it truly made no sense. From start to finish, it was he who sought trouble, deserved his lesson, and now he was escalating matters.

"I am sick, I’m fucking sick, bitch, wait till I pin you down and make you ’Sing Conquest.’"

Huang Hai grew more agitated as he spoke, clearly under the influence of alcohol.

Listening to Huang Hai’s obscene words, Wei Lan was fuming too, "Shut up, you bastard, son of a bitch, thinking I’ll ’Sing Conquest’ for you, keep dreaming."

Wei Lan took off her high heels and threw them at Huang Hai.

Huang Hai dodged, "Didn’t hit me."

Huang Hai picked up Wei Lan’s high heels and sniffed them close to his nose, "They really smell."

Wei Lan’s face flushed red at Huang Hai’s perverted action.

"Perverted freak."

At that moment, two Wuling Hongguang vans screeched to a halt on the roadside at a sharp angle, and several hulking men clambered out with a clamor.

"Dammit, what took you so long?"

Huang Hai turned his head to look at the men who had just alighted, his face etched with displeasure.

"Boss Hai, we set out the moment we got your call, but got held up a bit on the road."

A bald strongman with a barcode tattooed on his forehead scanned Li Feng and Wei Lan: "Boss Hai, are these the two adulterers?"

"How do you want us to handle them," he said.

The bald man sneered repeatedly, cracking his knuckles with a series of pops.

Wei Lan hadn’t expected Huang Hai to bring reinforcements and nervously grabbed Li Feng’s arm: "What do we do? These guys look tough."

The thugs were all burly and muscular, with shaved heads and barcode tattoos—clearly not to be trifled with.

"Maybe we should head back to the bar. Doesn’t the bouncer, Brother Nan, know you?"

Huang Hai looked at the frightened Wei Lan and chuckled lewdly: "Grab them first, then we’ll take them back together."

The thought filled Huang Hai’s mind, making him feel exhilarated the more he thought about it.

The bald man nodded. This Boss Hai was a big spender; tonight, he was offering a reward of two hundred thousand—that was no small sum.

"Grab these two and throw them in the van."

The bald man gestured to his men to move in: "Boss Hai, about the payment?"

Huang Hai snorted coldly.

"I’m not short of your two hundred thousand. I’ll transfer it to you now."

"Boss Hai is generous. Why else do they say Boss Hai is like this? Rest assured, I’ll take care of these two perfectly for you."

"Heh, pretty boy, are you going to kneel and beg for mercy, or should we take care of you?" The bald ruffians grinned lewdly, cracking their knuckles and twisting their necks with a series of pops.

"Heh, asking for it."

Li Feng coldly surveyed the group; he had anticipated Huang Hai would call for backup. At least the other side still had the brains to talk across a car’s distance.

"Hey, pretty boy, still talking tough, are you? Come over here."

One of the bald men reached out and grabbed Li Feng by the collar, the others smirking grotesquely, clearly not taking him seriously.

Li Feng grabbed the man’s finger without giving him a moment to react, snapping it with a crack.

"Ah!"

The pain was unbearable; Li Feng’s move was brutal and direct, catching his opponent completely off guard. With a cold scoff, Li Feng then delivered a sharp infertility kick straight to his opponent’s groin.

Ow.

The bald man’s mouth gaped open, but he couldn’t make a sound—the frustrating feeling of being unable to scream was suffocating.

Li Feng then grabbed the bald man’s face and shoved.

The bald man, clutching his crotch, staggered backward and fell.

"Damn, you little bitch, getting cocky and fighting back, are you tired of living?"

Seeing their comrade fall, the other bald men glared fiercely, their eyes bulging with rage.

They still hadn’t taken Li Feng seriously; after all, a groin kick was a sneak attack, and it was only because their comrade had been careless.

"Everyone, attack together; this bastard is tricky."

Huang Hai hadn’t completely lost his composure; back at the bar, Li Feng had knocked down several of his followers.

"Dammit, can’t you be more careful? Letting a pretty boy kick you in the groin, how are you supposed to face anyone after this?"

"End this quickly."

"Pretty boy, you brought this on yourself."