Urban's Fury: The War Dragon God
Chapter 12: Begging for Mercy

Chapter 12: Chapter 12: Begging for Mercy

Early morning.

Zhou Zhishan opened her eyes, her mind still a bit hazy. At that moment, the bathroom door opened, and she quickly shut her eyes, pretending to sleep.

Li Feng glanced at Zhou Zhishan on the bed, grabbed his clothes, and headed for the living room.

"You better get up, or you’ll be late for school."

Zhou Zhishan felt Li Feng leave and inexplicably breathed a sigh of relief. She got up, picked up her clothes, and started getting dressed, but her clothes clearly hadn’t escaped Li Feng’s mischief.

Damn it, how was she supposed to wear these?

Zhou Zhishan tiptoed to the living room, and Li Feng stared at her with an expression like a mouse seeing a cat.

"There are clothes over there, change and come over for breakfast."

Li Feng was cutting a steak made from Wagyu beef, and Zhou Zhishan’s eyes fell on a few rows of racks beside him, she took a deep breath... All were luxury brands, and all were the latest fall/winter collections.

Coming from an ordinary family, Zhou Zhishan could only look at these brands. In a competitive place like the dance school, it was hard to keep to herself. She had been controlling herself, but still had to take out loans, a single misstep becoming a lifelong regret.

"Are these for me?"

Zhou Zhishan looked at Li Feng with a complex expression.

"Yes!"

"All of them for me?" These clothes must cost at least a million, what was he implying.

"What, you don’t want them?"

Zhou Zhishan bit her lip and quickly accepted the reality, walking over to the racks to pick out clothes.

She chose an outfit, turned around, and went back to the bedroom to change.

Zhou Zhishan put on her clothes briskly, and with a blush on her face, she walked over to the coffee table.

After breakfast, the two of them went straight downstairs.

"You really didn’t have to drive me."

Zhou Zhishan bit her cherry lips, looking cautiously at Li Feng, last night’s shadows lingering. This brother-in-law was not what she had expected.

Nothing like a submissive follower, more domineering than a tyrannical CEO.

Before she could finish speaking, a luxury car stopped in front of her, and a doorman rushed to Li Feng’s side after opening the car door.

"Master Feng, your car."

Zhou Zhishan swallowed hard, a luxury car.

"Get in!"

Li Feng walked around the front of the car, opened the door with a cold look toward Zhou Zhishan. It was so hard to refuse. Zhou Zhishan bit her lip and pulled open the door to sit inside.

Twenty minutes later, at Huacheng Dance Academy.

"Why did you let him in?"

At the main gate of the academy, a security guard ran out of the booth, asking his colleague.

"I didn’t dare to stop him."

"What’s there to be afraid of? It’s just a sports car, there are plenty of luxury cars outside the academy every weekend."

"Bro, it’s not the car that matters, it’s the license plate."

"License plate?"

"HuaA00000, you tell me what it means, no one in Huacheng dare to stop that license plate."

"Who is this guy, so badass!"

"How would I know? Even our Huacheng leaders drive HuaA00001, such a character isn’t something we security guards would know."

The luxury car pulled up directly under Zhou Zhishan’s dormitory, and coincidentally, a few pretty girls walked out from the doorway.

"Oh, it’s Zhishan."

Zhou Zhishan heard the voice, and her body stiffened for a moment, really fearing what might come.