Urban's Fury: The War Dragon God
Chapter 319: Turn Around and It’s a Headshot

Chapter 319: Chapter 319: Turn Around and It’s a Headshot

Wan Qianli gave a cold laugh, not caring in the slightest whether Li Feng would die or not, and directly swung the bottle down at his head.

But as it turned out, the baijiu bottle was indeed sturdy and did not break.

Uh-oh.

Wan Qianli looked at the baijiu bottle in his hand and squinted at Li Feng, "Sarry, really, very sarry."

While mouthing an insincere apology, Wan Qianli rolled his shoulders and swung the baijiu bottle again.

The bystanders couldn’t bear to watch. Beer and red wine bottles were one thing—they were round and not particularly thick. But a baijiu bottle was different, being at least twice as thick and also an irregular polygon.

It looked painfully heavy.

"Stop."

Just then, a sharp shout came from the crowd, causing everyone to turn and look. It was that beauty in a leather jacket who had been energetically dancing on stage.

Wan Qianli turned to look at Jin Beibei, his mouth secretly swallowing saliva: "Heh, I hadn’t expected a beauty like you to intervene."

"Okay then, asking me to stop is no problem. I’ve always been accommodating to beautiful women, but there’s one condition."

"You must be my woman."

Wan Qianli squinted as he sized up Jin Beibei, secretly swallowing a trace of saliva; this chick really did set his heart racing. Considering the bevy of beauties Wan Qianli had, it took a lot to excite him.

"What, you don’t understand?"

"Then I’ll make it clearer: come here, kneel before me, beg me."

"I’m a soft-hearted guy, you see."

Wan Qianli was speaking to himself when Jin Beibei’s face turned unsightly. She clenched her fists, wishing she could punch him if she weren’t on a mission.

"Hey, blockhead."

"What did you call me?" Wan Qianli turned his head to Li Feng who had lifted his head again, his eyes flashing with a hint of brutality.

"Blockhead. Didn’t you agree already? Blockhead, your uncle here is still in good shape; this bit of alcohol can’t get me drunk," Li Feng said.

Wan Qianli sneered, his mouth curving maliciously: "Damn, tough talk, let’s see how tough your mouth really is." He stepped forward and swung the bottle in his hand down toward Li Feng’s head.

"Ah, no!"

Jin Beibei tried to block it subconsciously, but it was too late. Desperation filled her heart, yet she could only watch helplessly as Wan Qianli smashed the bottle toward Li Feng.

Many people around also turned away, unable to watch.

In the nick of time,

Li Feng’s arm jolted suddenly, pulling it free from the people restraining him, and in the blink of an eye, caught the descending bottle. His eyes coldly flicked to Wan Qianli, who felt like he’d just been stared at by a Fierce Beast, sending shivers down his spine.

Li Feng had only pretended to be affected by the beer earlier to attract attention. Otherwise, with his ability, he could have floored everyone instantly—how else would he have bought so much time? Now that Jin Beibei had returned, Li Feng didn’t need to hold back.

"Hey."

"You really like smashing people’s heads, huh?"

Li Feng gave a cold laugh, snatched the bottle from Wan Qianli’s hand, and his eyes narrowed, instinctively trying to dodge.

Crack.

An uncharacteristic shattering sound exploded almost immediately above Wan Qianli’s head, the irregular square bottle breaking on cue.

White liquor splashed and mingled with blood, streaming down Wan Qianli’s forehead.

"Young Master Wan."

"Holy shit, you dared to hit Young Master Wan, you’re dead meat now."

Li Feng heard the threats from around and scoffed disdainfully: "Damn it, if the tiger doesn’t show his might, you all really think I’m a sick cat."

Li Feng’s arm shook violently, flipping over the young man who was grabbing him: "Trying to play smashing heads with me? I’ll show you what ancestors are really like."

Li Feng strode forward, grabbed a red wine bottle from the box, and without a word, swung it back and smashed it.

Bang.

A bottle of red wine exploded, and one of Wan Qianli’s lackeys teetered like a drunken man before thumping down to the ground.

Jin Beibei looked at Li Feng, who was wielding the wine bottle and knocking down one guy after another like a game of whack-a-mole, and let out a sigh of regret for worrying about this asshole.

"Quick, call someone."

This time, the nightclub security rushed over quickly.

"Fuck, where were you bastards when I was getting beat up just now? Now you show up, damn, a bunch of two-faced fucks, how can my second uncle use this bunch of trash."

Li Feng cursed out loud.

"Brother Wolf."

At that moment, the crowd parted, and Bai Lang appeared with his men. Seeing Li Feng’s miserable state, he said, "That’s enough."

Li Feng looked up at Bai Lang, "You might have had enough, but I sure as hell haven’t, damn it, I knew you had it in for me and even had people watching me, do you think I’m an idiot?"

"Hiding and not showing your face until now, and now you step forward, damn, you little shit, I’m not scared of you."

Li Feng looked at Bai Lang with provocation.

Li Feng knew that Bai Lang was Kang Yu’s right-hand man, but he still fearlessly challenged this confidant of Kang Yu.

Bai Lang’s eyes narrowed as he coldly swept his gaze over Li Feng.

"First, get Young Master Wan to the hospital. As for this matter, we at Jile Club will give Young Master Wan an explanation," Bai Lang said, paying no heed to Li Feng, and abruptly turned away, choosing not to confront Li Feng directly.

Clearly, Bai Lang didn’t regard Li Feng as a threat.

"Disperse, everyone disperse."

"Are you chickening out?"

Bai Lang glanced back at Li Feng, "If I were you, I would immediately roll back to my room," Bai Lang said, then walked away without a backward glance.

Jin Beibei stared at Bai Lang. This man was Kang Yu’s right-hand man, his real name Bai Hualun, nicknamed Bai Lang. Within the Kang Family’s criminal organization, he was a figure that could not be overlooked.

"Let’s go back first, I have something to tell you."

Jin Beibei walked up to Li Feng and whispered. Li Feng staggered, then turned and lunged towards Jin Beibei, catching her by surprise and taking her in his arms.

"You—"

"I’m dizzy, nauseous, feel like vomiting; I might have a concussion."

"Ah!"

Jin Beibei was startled for a moment, but then she thought that Li Feng was human, not a deity. After taking so many hits, how could he be unscathed? He really knew how to play it up. Without delay, she dragged Li Feng towards an adjacent booth.

"Do you need me to take you to the hospital?" Jin Beibei asked.

"No need, just let me lie on your chest for awhile to recover," Li Feng said, and even wiggled a bit as he spoke. Jin Beibei’s face immediately turned hot as if scorched by fever. This asshole, it wasn’t a concussion that made his head spin; he was clearly taking advantage of the situation to cop a feel.

"Li Feng...!"

"Have you gotten in touch with your people?" Li Feng asked.

Jin Beibei was about to blow up, but at Li Feng’s question, she hummed in acknowledgment, "I’ve made contact."

"That’s good, then it wasn’t for nothing that I took those beatings. Let me sleep for a bit."

Jin Beibei was taken aback. Could it be that this guy was...?

Unable to continue her thought, Jin Beibei secretly bit her lip, this irritating jerk, making her all of a sudden feel indebted to him.

"Young Master Yu, this kid is too troublesome; we can’t keep him here," Kang Yu frowned.

"Young Master Yu, why not let this kid take charge of the warehouse? It’ll keep him quiet for a couple of days, and at the same time, it could serve as a final test for him," Bai Lang suggested, understanding the look on Kang Yu’s face.

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