Urban's Fury: The War Dragon God
Chapter 293: Enemies on a Narrow Path

Chapter 293: Chapter 293: Enemies on a Narrow Path

Ugh!

When Yang Lin saw Li Feng, he felt as disgusted as if he’d swallowed a fly, since he’d encountered this person before in Huacheng.

Who would have thought he’d have the misfortune of running into his nemesis in Sea City?

"Heh, I was wondering who it could be."

Yang Lin certainly wasn’t intimidated by Li Feng. Even though he’d come off worse last time, that didn’t mean he, the third young master of Chang Kong Group, was afraid of the other.

As Yang Lin spoke, he boldly wrapped his arm around the waist of the woman beside him and pulled her into his embrace. "Tong Qian, your old classmate, aren’t you going to say hello?"

Tong Qian stood next to Yang Lin and looked at Li Feng, her face showing a hint of awkwardness, but she soon regained her composure.

"Old classmate, long time no see."

Li Feng looked at Tong Qian who was being held by Yang Lin, completely indifferent. He had long since lost any feelings for Tong Qian; she was no longer the girl from his first love.

"It’s been a long time indeed."

Li Feng nodded his head, "Let’s catch up another day when we’re free, I have a dinner engagement." With that, Li Feng turned and pulled out a chair at the table, ignoring the two looking across at him.

"Is our meal ready?"

Zhou Zhishan shook her head. "Not yet, I can’t decide what to order."

Li Feng raised his hand and snapped his fingers, "Waiter, we’re ready to order."

This gesture by Li Feng undoubtedly made Yang Lin’s expression darken, as if questioning, was he being treated as if he didn’t exist?

Yang Lin turned around with a cold face and looked at Li Feng, "Stand up."

Li Feng, menu in hand, acted as if he hadn’t heard and continued talking to the waiter, "Foie gras, steak, cream of mushroom soup..."

Unable to contain his anger, Yang Lin slammed his hand hard on the table, "Damn it, are you trying to ignore me?"

Yang Lin’s roar attracted the side glances of many, and Zhou Zhishan and Liu Xuan, sitting across from each other at the table, watched the tense scene nervously.

"You piece of shit are nothing but a kept man thrown out with the trash, a good-for-nothing sponging off women. So what, got a little breakup fee and you’re acting all important now, trying to hit on girls?"

"Hey, do you two know anything about this guy?"

"This guy is just a professional freeloader, marrying into a woman’s family. Don’t be fooled by his sanctimonious act. You could end up being conned for love or money."

Yang Lin sneered repeatedly, making fun of Li Feng. Last time in Huacheng, Yang Lin had also invited Tong Qian for a meal, but someone had beaten him to the bill. The waiter had said it was the owner who paid, hinting that Li Feng was the owner of Outer Heaven. Yang Lin inquired after the fact.

The owner of Outer Heaven didn’t even have the surname Li.

That meant he’d been tricked that day, surely the other had tipped the waiter to say so.

As for why, naturally it was because of Tong Qian.

Tong Qian was Sea City’s one of the Four Beauties, with fair skin and beautiful looks, a goddess, and they were classmates to boot. It was clear he intended to rekindle an old flame, so he’d put on an act and spent over a million.

At the time, Yang Lin had actually been fooled into thinking the other was someone important.

Tong Qian stood by listening to Yang Lin insult Li Feng and tugged at Yang Lin’s arm, "Why say all this?"

"Suddenly, I don’t feel like eating Western food anymore, let’s go somewhere else," Tong Qian said.

Hearing Tong Qian’s plea, Yang Lin looked triumphantly at Li Feng, "Alright, baby, whatever you say goes."

"Oh, right, thanks for buying me that meal last time. This time it’s on me."

"Make sure you enjoy yourself today, eat however you want. How about I open up another bottle of ’82 for you?"

Yang Lin mocked sarcastically.

"Manager, are all the guests in your establishment this low class?"

When Yang Lin heard Li Feng say his quality was poor, he looked at Li Feng with disdain, "Li, are you getting too big for your britches or what? I kindly invited you to dinner, and you dare say I have poor quality?"

"What are you then, a good-for-nothing kept man?"

Li Feng couldn’t be bothered to waste words with this sort of annoyance, so he lifted his foot and kicked squarely on Yang Lin’s shin, causing him to double over in pain. With lightning speed, Li Feng grabbed the other man’s tie and yanked it downwards.

Yang Lin immediately fell forward, unable to steady himself. Li Feng wrapped the tie around the back of his head and pushed Yang Lin’s face directly onto the table.

"Stop yapping at me, okay? I don’t fucking know you."

Coldly stating this, Li Feng let go of the tie, and Yang Lin fell backwards, landing on the ground, sprawls on his back.

"Li Feng, how could you hit him, have you lost your mind?" Tong Qian also got anxious and glared at Li Feng, then turned to help Yang Lin up.

Yang Lin had been thrown to the ground in front of everyone by Li Feng, losing all face, and he shoved Tong Qian away.

"Fuck, Li, you lowlife, who the hell gave you the courage to lay hands on me? I’m the third young master of Chang Kong Group, what the hell are you?"

Yang Lin got up, pointing at Li Feng with a fierce look but inwardly timorous.

Li Feng scoffed, pushed his chair back, stood up, and delivered a flying kick at Yang Lin, sending him flying like a kite with its string cut.

He rolled out at least seven or eight meters before he stopped.

The restaurant manager was stunned by the scene, not knowing what to do.

"Sir."

"If you can’t handle it, call your boss over," Li Feng glanced at the restaurant manager.

"Bro Feng, let’s just go, okay? Eating somewhere else is just the same," Zhou Zhishan was turning cowardly; she knew about Chang Kong Group, a huge company with assets worth at least tens of billions.

Li Feng looked at the two anxious women.

"We’ll eat right here. If their boss has any problems with it, then I might as well just buy this restaurant."

"Oh, causing such a scene in my place."

"Isn’t this Chang Kong’s Young Master Yang? What, did you deliberately come here to start trouble?" At that moment, a woman with an authoritative age walked in, turned to glance at Yang Lin lying on the floor unable to get up, and her tone didn’t consider him important at all.

Yang Lin clutched his chest and looked at the woman, "Sister Xin, I wouldn’t dare cause trouble on your turf. If anyone’s causing trouble, it’s him."

"But he hit me, you have to stand up for me."

The restaurant manager rushed up to the woman, "Boss...!" But before he could explain anything, the authoritative woman pushed him aside.

The boss walked up to the table, her beautiful eyes twinkling, "Li Feng, it’s really like finding something with ease when you least expect it."

The restaurant manager was startled, the boss knew this guy?

He finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Knowing him would make things easier.

Yang Lin, propped up by Tong Qian, also froze when he heard what Sister Xin said to Li Feng. Sister Xin knows this freeloader?

Wait.

It seems like Sister Xin is a widow; her husband had been dead for years, and as far as he knew, she had been single all this time. Could it be that Sister Xin was taken with this soft-rice man, wanting him as a guest of honor?

Fuck.

What’s so special about this son of a bitch that caught Sister Xin’s eye?

"Do we know each other?"

Li Feng looked at the woman standing in front of him. With her domineering figure and delicate face, she exuded an air of authority that was enough to completely overshadow Zhou Zhishan and Liu Xuan’s youthful looks.

This remarkable woman, if Li Feng had seen her before, he would not have forgotten.

You may not know me, but I know you," the woman said, her eyes narrowed, looking at Li Feng with a hint of interest.