Urban's Fury: The War Dragon God
Chapter 167

Chapter 167: Chapter 167

"Idiot, you don’t even know who our Young Master Yan is!"

"Exactly, not many in Sea City are unaware of our Young Master Yan. Listen up, his full name is Yan Jiuxiao, and he invested in the biggest nightclub in Sea City."

"Hmm, our Young Master Yan is worth over a billion, he’s got connections everywhere, knows many important people. You, a little nobody, are nothing in front of our Young Master Yan."

"Quickly kneel down before our Young Master Yan, maybe he’ll spare you."

"Otherwise...hmph!"

A group of people looked menacingly at Li Feng.

"So, do you know who I am?"

Li Feng looked at the group across from him.

"Who are you?"

"I don’t give a damn who you are, if you don’t want to get beaten up, kneel down and call me grandpa!" one of them said, picking up a baseball bat and pointing it at Li Feng’s nose.

Yan Jiuxiao suddenly swallowed, kicked the man confronting Li Feng on the buttocks, "Get lost."

"Li Feng?"

Li Feng looked at Yan Jiuxiao opposite him, "You know me?"

Yan Jiuxiao looked back at Li Feng with a forced smile, "Yes, I’ve witnessed Li Feng’s prowess before."

"Who is he, Young Master Yan?"

"He is Hidden Dragon Li Feng, the covert richest man in Huacheng, a major financial backer."

This must be a misunderstanding.

"It’s all a misunderstanding."

Yan Jiuxiao quickly backed down; he had no choice but to. His family had established themselves in Sea City with the other’s financial support, and currently owed him money. If Li Feng pressed for payment, it would spell big trouble.

As for face, what was it really worth?

"Young Master Yan..."

The surrounding thugs were all dumbfounded, unable to grasp the sudden change in Yan Jiuxiao’s demeanor.

"What are you all staring at, go and pay your respects to Li Feng! And you, with the big eyes, do you want to die?"

Yan Jiuxiao slapped one of his men, ordering them to bow towards Li Feng, while inwardly cursing a thousand times.

"Call him Li Feng."

"Li Feng," the group reluctantly called out, angering Yan Jiuxiao.

"Get it together, I’ll count to three."

"One, two, three."

"Li Feng!"

Now the call was much more unified, the collective voice naturally carried more force.

"Again, haven’t you eaten?"

"Li Feng."

This time, even the bystanders watching from a distance could hear clearly. Yan Jiuxiao, shamelessly pressing forward.

"Li Feng, it really is a misunderstanding, please forgive the oversight."

Li Feng looked at the quick-turning Yan Jiuxiao, "It seems someone just demanded that I kneel and call him grandpa."

Smack.

Yan Jiuxiao slapped himself, "Look at my foul mouth, speaking without thinking."

Li Feng watched Yan Jiuxiao with a smile and remained silent, making Yan Jiuxiao shiver, sweat forming on his forehead.

The next second.

Thud.

Yan Jiuxiao knelt down and kowtowed three times to Li Feng, shocking the onlookers.

"Grandpa, I know I was wrong."

"Grandpa, I was wrong."

"Grandpa, I truly was wrong."

Li Feng looked at the decisively straightforward Yan Jiuxiao, clicking his tongue, "You know you’re wrong."

"Yes, grandpa, I know I’m wrong."

"Do you still want this Bone Fan?"

"I’ll gift it to grandpa; holding it is simply a waste in my hands, it’s better off with you to play with."

Yan Jiuxiao had completely abandoned his dignity.

"Get up and scram, don’t let me see you again, I’m not always this patient." Li Feng said before suddenly turning around, the thugs blocking his way unconsciously parted, their boss having knelt and called him grandpa, what else could they do.

Li Feng walked into the office building, holding the fan, while Yan Jiuxiao sternly said from the ground, "What are you staring at, help me up."

"Young Master Yan, what’s going on?"

Yan Jiuxiao’s confidant was utterly confused, watching Yan Jiuxiao. If Yan Jiuxiao couldn’t provide a reasonable explanation, the team might just fall apart.

Respect is important in this line of work, and Yan Jiuxiao publicly kneeling and calling someone grandpa could lead his men to look down on him; they might think they followed the wrong leader.

Yan Jiuxiao stood up, scoffed, and glanced at his complex-faced thugs, "Think I just lost face?"

"It was embarrassing, sure, but at least it wasn’t a complete disaster."

"Young Master Yan, we have so many people, and he’s just one guy, what’s there to be afraid of?" a thug couldn’t help but speak out.

Yan Jiuxiao glanced at this sycophant; before, no one would have dared to question him to his face.

"Hmph, you idiots."

"Do you know who he is?"

"That man can literally crush people with his money."