Urban's Fury: The War Dragon God
Chapter 147: I’ll Help You Roll Out

Chapter 147: Chapter 147: I’ll Help You Roll Out

Outdoors party location.

Li Feng returned, pushed open the car door, and no one noticed his arrival. He leaned against the car, took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and exhaled a ring of smoke while watching the bustling scene.

The colorful lights flashed in the darkness, and the deafening music could be heard from miles away, as groups of young men and women danced and released their youthful hormones.

Squeak, squeak.

Just in front of Li Feng, not far away, a car’s shock absorber emitted a sour noise. His gaze wandered into the distance, where several luxurious motorhomes, like moving hotels, intermittently had men and women entering and exiting.

Li Feng finished his cigarette and walked straight towards one of the motorhomes.

"I’ll buy you a ’package’ later, it cures everything."

"Stop it!"

The young model punched the rich second-generation’s chest playfully, making him itch to take her down, just when he saw Li Feng standing in front of him.

"What are you looking at, scram!"

The rich second-generation cursed at Li Feng directly.

Li Feng still watched the two of them, making the young model uncomfortable.

The second-generation also got a bit annoyed, raised his eyes to look at Li Feng, and on closer inspection, he seemed familiar.

"Hmm, aren’t you that bastard, that wild breed, you dare to come back."

This second-generation had previously stood beside Li Zidong, thus had the privilege to suck up to Li Zidong.

Naturally, Li Zidong hadn’t hesitated to share stories about Li Feng with his new bad-influence friends, making these rich brats feel more certain.

Li Feng was just a bastard, a wild trash, who had run away from home in his teens. The Li Family basically treated him as non-existent, regarding the family’s power and wealth, he had no part in it, even a thorn in their side.

Li Zidong’s father was about to rise to the top, and this guy’s existence was just a stain.

Without the backing of the Li Family, what was he worth?

Moreover, Li Zidong had mentioned that this guy had actually been someone’s live-in son-in-law, what was that supposed to mean, just a damn disgrace, not even caring about his own face.

Such riff-raff, was he even worth noticing?

Liu Qi sneered as he pushed away the young model and stood up: "What, realized your mistake and came back to kowtow and apologize?"

After saying that, Liu Qi reached out to slap Li Feng’s face, but Li Feng grabbed Liu Qi’s wrist and reversed the hold.

"Ouch, let go of me, you freeloading wild trash."

Li Feng frowned, "Say that again."

Liu Qi, neck stiffened, looked at Li Feng: "I’ll say it again, you freeloading wild trash, nothing more than the discarded son of the Li Family, and shamelessly becoming someone’s live-in son-in-law."

"Even a husky has more shame than you; you even dare to challenge Young Master Li Zidong. Who gave you the courage, let go of me now, or I swear, you won’t even be able to beg for a dime in Huacheng."

"Done talking?"

"Humph, scared now, huh? Let go!" Liu Qi sneered coldly at Li Feng.

"Idiot."

Li Feng snorted coldly, kicked Liu Qi on the shin, and Liu Qi immediately fell to his knees with a plop, gasping.

"Ah, he’s hitting someone!"

Upon seeing Liu Qi getting hit, the young model screamed at once and ran shouting loudly.

"You bastard, how dare you show up."

People nearby who heard the noise ran over and recognized Li Feng, speaking rudely.

"Go call the bouncers, quick."

"Hey, this bastard is tough, even took down a tough guy earlier, are the bouncers enough, should we call more people now?"

"Uh, call them, call more over, and bring the weapons."

One of the second-generations darkly nodded, as if to say: Everyone has to die some day, but you barged into hell where there’s no door, truly thinking we’re vegetarians.

"Alright."

Right then, he picked up his phone and dialed a number.

"Young Master Li."

In a motorhome, a second-generation rapidly entered and pushed open the inside door, to see Li Zidong on top of a popular female host. His gaze swept over the woman, slightly drooling.

Li Zidong turned his head toward this sudden intruder.

"Can’t you see I’m busy here? Wait your turn if you want a drink."

"No, no, it’s that jerk, he’s back."

"Who?"

Li Zidong, preoccupied with lust, had a muddled brain. The second-generation hastily said, "It’s your freeloading brother."

"Hmm?"

Li Zidong heard the words, "Li Feng! Did he come again?" and immediately got up from the host.

"Where is he?"

"He’s right outside. Fei Shao and his crew have already called people in. Just stall him for about ten to twenty minutes, and even if he grows wings, he won’t be able to escape."

Li Zidong cracked a smile, "Li Feng, oh Li Feng, heaven had a path which you did not take, yet you insist on barging into a gateless hell. You really think I, Li Zidong, am a soft persimmon you can easily squeeze."

"Make sure to trap him, don’t let him escape, call people to hurry over and kill him. Tonight, I’ll show him just how many eyes Lord Horse has."

"Just watch."

The rich second-generation patted his chest and got out of the car.

Li Zidong turned his head to look at the charmingly beautiful female host sitting on the bed. He felt an inexplicable excitement. Oh, Li Feng, this is your own doing.

"Ah!"

The female host looked at Li Zidong’s excited appearance and let out a coquettish cry before being aggressively pinned down on the bed, Li Zidong grabbing her neck with one hand.

"Li Feng, this time I’ll see how you die."

Outside the RV.

"Attack! Our men will arrive soon. Just hold him off and this money is yours." A rich second-generation threw out a bundle of cash.

The bouncers exchanged glances; money is the death of men as surely as birds die for food. The cash thrown down by the rich second-generations must have been at least seventy or eighty thousand, especially since there were several of them.

"You guys have stun guns, use them. Just don’t kill him; we’ll handle whatever happens."

From the bouncers’ perspective, although they didn’t know why this person had upset the rich kids, this guy was definitely screwed.

"Bro, don’t blame us, we’re just getting paid to do a job. Blame yourself for messing with the wrong people."

One of the bouncers, a muscular man, said this and rushed toward Li Feng with a stun gun, which crackled with blue sparks in his hand.

Li Feng dodged to the side, avoiding the stun gun, and struck the man’s wrist with a chop of his hand. He moved forward quickly and pushed the man to the ground with a shove.

Then, someone attacked him from behind, aiming the stun gun at Li Feng’s lower back. Li Feng twisted his body and moved away, the stun gun just missing his waist.

The stun gun didn’t completely miss because the attack was not solitary; as Li Feng dodged the one behind him, another attacker charged at him from the front, squeezing him between two opponents.

Ultimately, the stun gun ended up hitting the man behind him. The young man quickly released the button he was pressing, and Li Feng curled his lips.

Dream on.

Li Feng grabbed both men’s hands, pressed the button himself, and instantly the stun gun emitted electricity. Though not deadly, the shock was enough to temporarily incapacitate someone.

The two muscular men immediately stood stiff, trembling all over as if they had taken drugs.

One of them even wet himself, urinating in his pants.

"Attack him all at once."

"Whoever takes him down gets fifty thousand."

"I’ll add another twenty thousand."

"A hundred thousand, whoever takes him down gets a hundred thousand straight." The group of rich second-generation men were furious. Their reinforcements would arrive soon, and they must hold this guy off, or they’d all be in trouble.

After all, this was someone who could even knock out black gangsters.

A hundred thousand.

This amount was definitely not small. For these bouncers, who made only about four to five thousand a month and barely fifty or sixty thousand a year, a hundred thousand was equivalent to two years of their earnings.

With that, the eyes of several muscular men turned red, their initial trepidation turned into full battle frenzy.

"Let’s do it."

Several muscular men surrounded Li Feng from all sides, with a do-or-die attitude.

Li Feng chuckled coldly, grabbed a glass from a nearby table that had seven or eight ice cubes in it, and casually flung it.

The ice inside, like hidden weapons, smashed towards those in front.

Snap, snap, snap.

Several people were hit in the face with the ice, momentarily halting their movements. Li Feng lightly tapped his toes, spun around, and lunged at the man who had hesitated, delivering a kick to his chest.

In an attack by seven or eight people, Li Feng single-handedly swept through them like autumn leaves driven by the wind.

Li Feng dusted off his clothes.

"Li Zidong, come out."

"Li Feng, what’s with all the shouting, I’m right here," said Li Zidong, cradling the female host and parting the crowd, squinting at Li Feng.

"Li Feng, you’ve got some nerve, leaving and then daring to come back."

Li Feng looked at Li Zidong, "I told you to roll, you didn’t roll, so I had to come and help you roll."

"Ha, hahaha!" Li Zidong laughed wildly three times.

"Little Dong, our guys are here."

Li Zidong grunted affirmatively, looking confidently at Li Feng, "Just with you?"