Urban's Fury: The War Dragon God
Chapter 243: Use Their Own Methods Against Them

Chapter 243: Chapter 243: Use Their Own Methods Against Them

"Boom."

"Boom."

"Stop, stop, you’ll kill him."

Jiang Linda watched Li Feng being drenched in red wine, biting her lip and struggling as Chen Muyang turned to look at the fiercely reacting Jiang Linda, laughing arrogantly.

"So, this hurts you."

"It’s just the beginning," Chen Muyang said as he grabbed another bottle of red wine, twisted, and smashed it on Li Feng’s head, shattering the bottle instantly.

"Come at me if you dare."

Jiang Linda glared at Chen Muyang.

Chen Muyang chuckled twice, walked up to the restrained Jiang Linda, and abruptly grabbed her chin.

"What did you say just now? I didn’t quite catch that."

Chen Muyang looked at Jiang Linda with a lascivious smirk, and she, biting her lip, stared back at the pervert: "Don’t you want my body? I’ll give it to you."

Chen Muyang looked at Jiang Linda and burst into laughter, finally stopping after a while and clicking his tongue, "Quite loyal and affectionate indeed."

Chen Muyang motioned for the two people holding Jiang Linda to let go: "Undress yourself."

Jiang Linda trembled.

Yet, Chen Muyang snickered lewdly, "Weren’t you full of confidence just now, and now you want to back out?"

After saying this, Chen Muyang turned to a lackey behind him, "Give her some courage."

"Hehe, sure."

The lackey, fully understanding Chen Muyang’s intent, picked up a bottle of 1992 red wine from the nearby wine box, relishing the thought of using such an expensive wine as a weapon.

"Heh."

The lackey gave Li Feng a cold sneer, then swung his arm, smashing the wine bottle toward Li Feng’s head.

"Don’t."

Jiang Linda rushed forward to intervene, but Chen Muyang stepped forward and stopped her: "You brought this upon yourself."

Just in the nick of time.

Li Feng, seemingly knocked out, suddenly grabbed the bottle, the lackey swinging to hit him froze in shock, wondering how he could move his hands when they were supposedly tied to a steel pipe.

Li Feng raised his head, a cold glint flashed in his eyes, and his hand moved as fast as lightning to strike the lackey’s throat.

The lackey clutched at his throat, his eyes rolling back, stumbling backward and falling.

Li Feng stepped forward, placing one hand on Chen Muyang’s shoulder. Before Chen could react, he was forcibly pulled backward, tripped up, and floated midair due to the loss of balance.

Crash.

Chen Muyang’s body slammed heavily onto the ground, his internal organs seeming displaced.

"Let go of Young Master Chen."

Two thugs on the opposite side regained their senses, pointing arrogantly at Li Feng’s nose, but before they could charge at him, Li Feng stepped on Chen Muyang’s chest and rushed forward, sending both thugs flying like kites without strings, crashing into a marble table at a distant counter.

"Li Feng."

Jiang Linda too was shocked by this sudden turn of events, but seeing Li Feng’s ragged appearance, she couldn’t help but worry.

"I’m fine, the 1992 wine tastes quite good."

Li Feng said jokingly to Jiang Linda, then looked at the thugs still standing, quickly knocked them all down, and turned back, standing over a struggling Chen Muyang.

"You, what are you going to do? I am the heir of Century Group. I warn you, if you dare lay a hand on me...!"

Li Feng lifted his foot and kicked the helpless man in the stomach.

Ah.

Muyang was in so much pain he immediately curled up like a shrimp: "..."

Li Feng let out a cold laugh and stepped directly on Muyang’s face, shoving Muyang’s words back down his throat.

Jiang Linda gulped, considering Muyang was also a prominent young master of Century Group. This act by Li Feng was sure to deeply offend.

Especially since Li Feng had just secured the Clover’s commission, and here he was assaulting Century Group openly. Was this still public relations?

Who in public relations would dare to be so arrogant?

Li Feng, stepping on Muyang’s face, grinded it against the ground and bent over to look at him: "You were pretty arrogant just now, weren’t you? Go on, be arrogant again."

Muyang had already cursed Li Feng’s ancestors for eighteen generations in his heart.

Kid, if you have the guts, kill me.

Otherwise, I will definitely kill you.

"How about I come up with a game too?"

Li Feng sneered at Muyang: "My game is quite simple; if you, Lord Muyang, perform a striptease for us, I’ll let you off."

A striptease?

Jiang Linda rolled her eyes, wondering shouldn’t he be taking this opportunity to settle the lawsuit between Clover and Century Group? That’s what a normal person would think.

Li Feng lifted his foot off Muyang.

"Get up and dance."

Muyang was completely "shocked" by Li Feng’s game, as he always forced others to dance but had never performed himself, let alone a striptease.

What a joke.

Li Feng looked at Muyang, who was playing dead: "Lord Muyang, playing dead won’t help you avoid this. You don’t have to dance if you don’t want to, but I will disfigure you right now."

"Tell me, should I draw a turtle on your face, or would engraving ’turtle egg’ in three characters look nicer?"

Li Feng bent down, picked up a shard of glass, grabbed Muyang by the collar, and sinisterly smiled.

"I’ll dance, I’ll dance."

Muyang caved in; he didn’t doubt for a second that Li Feng would dare to draw a turtle on his face. Back in the hospital, he thought Li Feng wouldn’t dare touch him, but he ended up being brutally beaten.

More so, Li Feng had not only dared to physically assault him, but he also dared to step on his face, utterly humiliating him. There was nothing Li Feng wouldn’t dare do.

With a wave of his hand, Li Feng sent Muyang staggering to the side.

"Go find a cellphone to record; how can we miss capturing such an explosive scene of Lord Muyang’s striptease?"

Hearing this, Jiang Linda shuddered; this guy truly was a devil. Don’t think only girls are afraid of being filmed—someone like Muyang, a playboy, if such footage was shot, his life would be over.

"Don’t just stand there."

Jiang Linda twisted around to search for a cellphone.

"Li Feng, I think there has been some misunderstanding between us. How much money do you want to let me go? I admit defeat."

Muyang finally regained some semblance of rational thought. Li Feng’s words had sent a chill down his spine.

If he really performed a striptease and it was captured on video, he would become the laughingstock of Quanhai City. He needed to maintain his dignity.

Li Feng turned his head and sneered: "I almost forgot; Lord Muyang loves to solve problems with money. You did give me quite a pounding with your money just now."

As he spoke, Li Feng bent down and took a bottle of 1992 wine from a wine box.

Gulp.

Muyang swallowed: "Li Feng, think this through, I am the heir to Century Group, and my old man is about to kick the bucket. Once he does, I’ll be the one steering Century Group."

"Do you really want to make an enemy of a hundred-billion corporation?"

Muyang stared intensely at Li Feng.

"Ah, the heir to a hundred-billion corporation, I’m so scared."