Urban's Fury: The War Dragon God
Chapter 318 Play Hard

Chapter 318: Chapter 318 Play Hard

"You dare hit me."

Wan Qianli looked at Li Feng, who was being held by his own people, a vicious look flashed across his face, and he quickly stepped forward, lifting the wine bottle in his hand and smashing it towards Li Feng’s head.

Pong.

Instantaneously.

The beer bottle burst open, and beer flowed down Li Feng’s head, quieting the area significantly.

"Not so arrogant now, are you? Still dare to hit me, go get me a crate of beer."

Wan Qianli commanded the people beside him, and the person next to him didn’t dare to dally and immediately turned to get the beer.

"Are you still going to stop him?"

"Let Master Wan cool off." The lookout henchman stopped and didn’t go to help Li Feng; Li Feng, who had arrived yesterday, had dominated these people, so letting the Sun Thief suffer now was good, in case he thought he was invulnerable just because he was Manager Zhao’s nephew.

After being hit on the head by the beer, Li Feng directly shook his head and stretched out his tongue to lick the beer that trickled down.

"This beer tastes good."

"Sun Thief, you’ve pissed me off."

Wan Qianli, seeing that Li Feng still dared to talk tough at this time, stepped forward and slapped Li Feng’s face, "Kid, you dare to challenge your Grandpa Wan. Now kneel down before your Grandpa Wan and kowtow three times, then shout loud that you were wrong."

"I might still let you live; otherwise, I’ll blow your brains out."

Wan Qianli coldly and arrogantly stared at Li Feng, saying fiercely.

Li Feng, tightly held by three or four youths, looked at the threatening Wan Qianli, "Sun Thief, with those skinny arms and legs of yours, you still want to challenge me."

"I won’t call you grandpa; maybe I’ll call you ’Grandma.’"

"Master Wan, the beer is here." A lackey immediately brought over a crate of beer, quickly opened the cardboard box, took out a beer and handed it to Wan Qianli.

"Grandma?"

Wan Qianli coldly smiled, then suddenly exploded.

Wan Qianli immediately swung the beer bottle toward Li Feng’s head; instantly, the beer exploded, splattering everywhere, and the young men holding Li Feng were also affected, cut by the glass.

"You have this little strength, like a woman."

"You still want to fight me?" Li Feng disdainfully lifted his eyes to look at Wan Qianli; the look in Li Feng’s eyes irritated him. Wan Qianli, who wouldn’t claim he could dominate Sea City recklessly, was someone few dared to provoke.

The girl he fancied was never out of reach; those he disliked never failed to bow down. That look from Li Feng felt like a challenge to him.

Wan Qianli coldly scoffed and reached out again; the lackey quickly handed over a beer bottle, then looked at this stubborn guy.

Daring to provoke Wan Qianli was definitely provoking the wrong person.

In this circle, who didn’t know Wan Qianli, the Demon Lord of Mayhem, was a complete scumbag, but still, he had a powerful father and an even more powerful mother.

"Heh, let’s see if your mouth or your skull is harder."

Having said that, Wan Qianli swung the beer bottle again.

Bang.

Bang.

Among the onlooking crowd, some women couldn’t help but cover their mouths, issuing cries of shock.

"This is going to kill someone."

"Better beg for mercy quickly; he really will kill you."

"Why isn’t anybody stopping this?"

"Stop it? Who dares? Do you know who he is? He’s Wan Qianli, the son of Pengcheng Group; none who cross him can still stand."

"Ah, he’s the one you shouldn’t mess with in the nightclub?"

People who frequent nightclubs would often hear a saying: three things you shouldn’t do in a nightclub—don’t provoke, don’t touch, don’t speak.

These three prohibitions all implicitly refer to one person, this second part regarding not provoking someone referred specifically to this dandy young master Wan Qianli. It wasn’t that no one had ever provoked him, but those who did had ended up in very dire straits, which, of course, was the most daunting part.

No matter how much trouble this guy stirred up or how big a mess he made, he always came out unscathed.

"Right."

"Then this guy’s as good as dead. I’ve heard that those who provoke the unprookable end up tragically—that’s literally begging for life but being denied death."

A girl whispered.

"Heh, you got the second half right. The last guy that provoked the unprookable, do you know what happened to him? The young master had someone tie him to the back of a sports car and dragged him for over a mile, skinning him alive."

"That’s not all; in the end, this guy was pinned to the ground, and the young master drove over his arms and legs, crushing them until they were shattered, before finally sending the man to the hospital, where he demanded the hospital to treat him with all possible efforts, covering all the medical expenses."

"Sheesh, that’s way too brutal."

A girl nearby gasped in horror; it was simply inhuman.

"And that’s just the tip of the iceberg. Last time at a nightclub, he took a fancy to a girl, went straight up to chat her up. The girl had a boyfriend there with her, and she rejected him outright. Do you know what the consequence was?"

"What?"

"The young master just did it right in front of her boyfriend, who didn’t dare to let out a single fart and, after taking a million, ditched the girl and ran off."

"What about the girl?"

"It’s said that she later jumped off a building, ruled as a suicide."

"Sheesh."

Hearing this, everyone watching around Li Feng couldn’t help but look at him with pity. This guy actually dared to mess with "the one who shouldn’t be messed with." Wasn’t this courting death, like an old man tired of living?

Bang.

Another beer bottle burst open.

"Hey, are you still alive, kid? I haven’t had enough fun yet," Wan Qianli said, his eyes cold as he looked at Li Feng, not worried in the slightest that Li Feng might be beaten to death. If he died, he’d just compensate a hundred and eighty thousand.

This bastard dared to challenge him and had to accept his thunderous revenge.

Li Feng snorted and shook his head. "Sun Thief, with your little tricks, it’s just like scratching an itch for me. Come on, I haven’t had enough yet."

"Alright."

Wan Qianli turned, picked up a beer bottle with one hand, and started swinging with both hands as everyone around watched dumbfounded.

"That must be a dozen by now."

"It is."

"This guy’s head is made of iron, has he practiced the Iron Head Skill?"

"Go, bring two more crates of drinks. Not just beer, get red, get white. I’m up against him tonight."

Wan Qianli rolled up his sleeves in a posture ready to go all out against Li Feng.

"Could someone get killed? This bastard is still Manager Zhao’s nephew, if he gets beaten stupid, we won’t be able to handle the consequences."

The watchers started to get nervous too. This bastard was indeed tough; having taken a dozen beer bottles to the head without showing any weakness.

Tough as nails.

While they despised the recklessness of this kid, his toughness was indeed admirable; at least they acknowledged they couldn’t do it.

"Young Master Wan, the drinks you ordered are here." Momentarily, a few more crates of drinks were brought over and stacked on the ground.

Wan Qianli looked at Li Feng with a sneer. "Don’t say I’m unreasonable. If you can handle all these drinks, I’ll respect you as a real man; I’ll back off from the girl, just turn and leave, and in the future, whenever I see you, I, Wan Qianli, will avoid you by three feet."

"But if you can’t manage it, heh..." Wan Qianli paused, pulling a heavy liquor bottle out of the crate.