Urban's Fury: The War Dragon God
Chapter 127: The Night Emperor

Chapter 127: Chapter 127: The Night Emperor

"Shut the fuck up, all of you."

The head of security, Zhang Peng, turned his head and barked angrily, halting the laughter of the other security guards. He then looked towards Lu Wei.

"You just said your brother is Lu Jie."

Lu Wei looked arrogantly at the head security guard, snorted arrogantly through his nostrils.

"You’re not wrong, he’s the person you’re thinking of, my brother Lu Jie, the Night Emperor of Huacheng," Lu Wei said, as if he were introducing himself.

"Hiss."

The security guards who had been mocking Lu Wei all inhaled sharply in shock. What a coincidence.

If the other party had been an ordinary rich second generation, they really wouldn’t care.

They were all subordinates of Long Jiutian, but in Huacheng, this little piece of territory, in every entertainment venue, there was a name they couldn’t get around.

Lu Jie.

Even their brother Tian showed respect and courtesy to this man, knowing well that Tian was notoriously ruthless and domineering, never willing to be second to anyone.

This club, Ye Bu Gui, had a thirty percent share owned by Young Master Jie.

Well, not just Ye Bu Gui.

All entertainment venues in Huacheng, if they wanted to open for business, had to give Young Master Jie a thirty percent cut.

No exceptions.

Therefore, Young Master Jie was called the Night Emperor.

Zhang Peng was a security head under Night Owl, and he knew well of Young Master Jie’s capabilities; he hadn’t expected to encounter a relative being introduced.

"Heh, I never expected the flood to flush out the Dragon King Temple. I was blind not to recognize you as Young Master Jie’s brother."

Zhang Peng squeezed out a smile.

"Young Master Wei, do you have a grudge against him?"

"He stole my girlfriend."

Lu Wei looked at Yun Luo, who was being carried by Li Feng, almost there, she would have been his tonight if not for his failed plan.

Fortunately, there was still time to remedy this.

"Hand her over to me, as for him, beat him to near death. I want him to spend a year and a half in the hospital."

Lu Wei gritted his teeth as he spoke, then looked up at Zhang Peng.

"That’s not too much to ask for, right?"

"Heh, if Young Master Wei says so, then there’s definitely no problem."

Zhang Peng turned his head towards his men, "You heard Young Master Wei, right? Keep the girl, do whatever you want with the guy."

"Hehe, boss, leave it to us."

A few security guards cracked their knuckles and twisted their necks as they walked toward Li Feng.

Li Feng exhaled a breath.

Lu Jie.

Li Feng had encountered him before. In Huacheng’s circle of second generations, the top match was naturally the Four Young Masters of Huacheng.

But there was also an ultra-high match.

And that was Lu Jie.

Lu Jie was exceedingly arrogant and came from a big background. His ancestors were one of the five surnames and seven families, and although his branch was not the main house, it was still very flourished in Huacheng.

Not only in the official realm, but also in the business world, the Lu Family had significant influence, which meant deep roots and big branches, compared to the self-made Li Feng. Lu Jie was standing on the shoulders of giants.

However, this man had abilities too; he wasn’t called the Night Emperor for nothing.

He was an undisputed king in the entertainment industry, almost monopolizing it.

Li Feng put Lu Jie out of his mind. The Lu Family’s doorstep was not small, this Lu Wei was probably associated with Lu Jie somehow, no wonder he had the same annoying aura as that guy.

"Put me down, I want to have fun."

Yun Luo struggled to get down.

Li Feng simply put Yun Luo down, her expression was hazy, apparently drugged and not sober.

"Feng brother, I like you."

"Let’s dance, okay?"

Listening to Yun Luo’s words, Lu Wei became furious, "What are you waiting for, get him now."

Yun Luo, you woman, wait until tonight to see what I’ll do to you.

Li Feng watched the security guards coming towards him and flicked out several Chrysanthemum Coins with a shake of his hand.

"Ah!"

A poor sod was struck directly in the eye, and instantly let out a scream. Li Feng took a quick step forward and delivered a flying kick with his foot.

The security guard was instantly sent flying, shooting out five or six meters along the corridor, then rolling for several more meters.

Li Feng used the momentum to pivot towards another opponent, going for joint-locking and tendon-separating techniques.

Li Feng fought for real, striking vital points without leaving any leeway—guard after guard thudded to the ground, one after another, without being able to put up a fight.

The entire process took less than a single breath.

"Shh."

Zhang Peng drew in a sharp breath, his eyes narrowing. Laymen watched the excitement; experts observed the technique. The opponent’s moves were ruthless and aimed to kill—such skills.

"Who are you?"

"If you want to fight, fight; if not, scram."

Li Feng couldn’t be bothered with small talk and silenced him with a reply. Zhang Peng was also infuriated, being one of the Five Tiger Generals under Brother Tian, known as Dapeng.

He had a reputation on the streets. How dare someone disrespect him like this.

Zhang Peng pulled out knuckledusters from his pocket and slipped them on his fingers.

"All right, let me take you on."

Zhang Peng pushed off with the tip of his foot, fast as an arrow released from its bow, shooting forward and throwing a punch that brought a gust of wind with it.

Li Feng stepped to the side to dodge.

This Zhang Peng must have had boxing experience.

Zhang Peng’s punch missed, and with a final push from his foot, he delivered a knee strike with lightning speed.

T fists technique.

T fists, a popular martial art in the Southeast Continent, was not restricted to just punches—T fists were notorious for their ruthless close-quarters combat.

"Nice!"

"Finish him off!"

Lu Wei watched Li Feng seemingly unable to fight back and couldn’t help but yell out loud.

Li Feng let his opponent make three moves, then suddenly steadied himself, raised his hand, and, with a slight delay, Zhang Peng’s punch hit Li Feng’s arm.

Li Feng twisted his waist and performed a powerful short-range punch.

His fist burst through the gap in front of his opponent, landing a punch on Zhang Peng’s chest—palm to arm to fist.

Bruce Lee’s intercepting fist.

Zhang Peng’s burly body staggered backward.

Seeing your enemy down, finish him—Li Feng took a quick step forward and delivered another flying kick.

Zhang Peng went down like a kite with its string cut.

Pfth.

A mouthful of blood sprayed out.

His body was sent flying backward.

"Big Uncle!"

The young man watched in panic as his uncle flew backward, feeling as though a torrent of animals stampeded through his heart. His uncle had once been a renowned boxer in the Southeast Continent and a king of the illegal fights.

Li Feng retrieved his foot and turned to Lu Wei.

Gulp.

Lu Wei swallowed hard, backing away and using He Yun to shield himself. Li Feng looked at him with disdain.

Walking over to Yun Luo, who was still not fully conscious, Lu Wei secretly breathed a sigh of relief seeing Li Feng’s action.

Li Feng suddenly tossed something behind his back, Qiankun’s throw.

A Chrysanthemum Coin brushed past He Yun’s hair, grazing Lu Wei’s cheek.

"Ah!"

Lu Wei yelled, clutching his face: "My face!"

Li Feng lifted Yun Luo in a fireman’s carry and left Night No Return. This time, no one dared to stop him, especially with Dapeng of the Five Tiger Generals lying there, breathing more out than in.

"Brother Tian, something’s wrong."

Naturally, the commotion had to be reported up the chain. But when people arrived on the third floor of Night No Return, they found all the guards unconscious.

"Ah, Brother Tian, Brother Tian is dead—quick, call for help!"

Li Feng made a call to Yun Qi: "Your sister is with me, come over."