Urban's Fury: The War Dragon God
Chapter 406: Hitting a Woman?

Chapter 406: Chapter 406: Hitting a Woman?

Ma Shuangshuang saw Fang Ting’s calm demeanor and immediately knew something was wrong. Being BFFs with Fang Ting for so many years, how could she not understand her friend’s temperament?

Typically, Fang Ting loved to play and make a ruckus, and didn’t even shy away from some crude jokes. It was her way of interacting with others, but once she started talking calmly, it meant she was very angry.

Especially Li Feng. Of all the things he could say, he had to target people’s weak spots. Wasn’t that just asking for trouble?

Ma Shuangshuang let go of Fang Ting, and Fang Ting stared icily at Li Feng, "Were you serious just now about everything?"

"Which part are you referring to?"

"The folk remedy for body odor?"

Li Feng’s comments were undoubtedly rubbing salt into a wound, but he didn’t care. He had come here to eat; who was he bothering? The other party had approached him with nothing but sarcasm, and even called him a male hustler.

He hadn’t hustled anyone, had he deceived anybody?

Especially that look of superiority on the other person’s face immediately made Li Feng think of his ex-wife Zhang Xue—as if, just because a woman is beautiful, everything she does must be right.

The so-called justice of beauty.

Li Feng really wasn’t about to indulge that sort of behavior, and having played the fool once was enough. Why debase himself again? At least, he wouldn’t make the same mistake twice.

Now, his principle was, if people treat me with respect, I’ll honor them even more. If they wrong me just a little, I’ll repay them double.

Even if it’s a woman.

Fang Ting’s anger flared up and she grabbed a water glass from the table nearby. But before she could splash it on Li Feng’s face, he caught the bottom of the glass with his hand. The water meant for Li Feng ended up splashing onto Fang Ting’s chest instead.

Ma Shuangshuang stood there, dumbfounded, "Tingting, are you okay?" Ma Shuangshuang spoke as she reached for the paper napkins on the table, glaring at Li Feng with righteous indignation.

"How could you be so ungentlemanly?"

"Ah, I’m so angry I could die."

Fang Ting, splashed with water on her clothes, could hardly believe it. She had been doused with water. Who was she? She was Fang Ting, a member of the Heroine Association. Her father was a Fang, and in Sea City, she might not wander with total impunity, but a man who dared splash water on her hadn’t even been born yet.

"Fine, Li Feng, I’ll remember this grudge. From today onward, we are enemies, and it’s a fight to the death."

Li Feng curled his lips and chuckled at Fang Ting swearing revenge, "Go ahead and remember, and if your brain can’t keep up, write it in your little notebook. I’m always ready to face you."

As he spoke, his gaze brazenly swept over the front of Fang Ting’s body.

"You!"

Fang Ting’s face turned furiously red.

"Isn’t this Miss Ma and Miss Fang? What a coincidence!"

"Get lost."

Fang Ting, on the verge of a rage, didn’t care who it was. She fired off indiscriminately, leaving the wealthy young man trying to chat her up rather embarrassed.

"Don’t mind her. She’s got her period. Ranting at everyone and everything—even at the air. Whoever she sees, she snaps at!"

Li Feng was not upset in the least, building his own happiness on the other’s misery. Now that was a state of mind.

Fang Ting burst out with vulgarities on the spot, "You’re the one with your period, your whole family is on their period! The Li surname must be sick of living, want to die just say the word, I’ll oblige you."

"You good-for-nothing gigolo, scum out of all jerks, a hoodlum fighting cock. Whoever brought you into this world must have been paying for their sins in their last life!"

Fang Ting cursed Li Feng without holding back, completely abandoning her image as a pampered young heiress.

Li Feng’s expression darkened as he suddenly stood up, startling Fang Ting who had not expected him to rise so quickly.

"What, you want to hit me? Go on, try hitting me just once."

Fang Ting was not intimidated, instead, she puffed out her chest and confronted Li Feng.

"You can insult me, but you shouldn’t insult my mother."

"So what if I insulted her? If she gave birth to something like you, is she still alive, or did you anger her to death...!"

Slap!

Li Feng slapped Fang Ting across the face with the back of his hand.

Fang Ting covered her stinging cheek, looking at Li Feng in disbelief, "You actually dared to slap my face."

"You dare to slap my face."

Fang Ting repeated, and the next second, she reached out to claw at Li Feng wildly. Li Feng grabbed her wrist and with a shove, Fang Ting landed on her buttocks on the ground.

For a girl, falling and sitting on the ground was undoubtedly a very embarrassing thing, as it was quite indecent.

"Tingting." Ma Shuangshuang saw Fang Ting fall and hurriedly bent down to help her up. At this moment, she really didn’t know what to say. Fang Ting was her best friend, and she was supposed to stand by her side unconditionally.

But Fang Ting’s verbal attack on Li Feng’s mother was a bit too much. After all, filial piety is a core traditional virtue. Insulting someone is one thing, but to disrespect their mother, even their ancestors, that’s crossing the line.

Fang Ting’s face was twisted in anger; she had never been so humiliated her entire life. Not only had a man slapped her face, but she had also been knocked to the ground.

Fang Ting knew very well she couldn’t beat Li Feng, and she did not act irrationally. A calm Fang Ting was an intelligent one.

"Ma Rulong, you’ve always wanted to chase me, right? I’ll give you a chance. If you beat up this freeloading bastard really bad for me, make him kneel before me, then I’ll agree to be your girlfriend."

Fang Ting looked at the young tycoon nearby.

"Really?"

Ma Rulong was surprised at the unexpected opportunity. His family, the Ma Family, was in the real estate business, and they had a good amount of cash. However, they had become wealthy rather suddenly. His father was the nouveau riche of the first generation, making him a defining second-generation wealthy individual.

According to online sayings, his family might be described as parvenus or upstarts. Although they were rich, they didn’t have much heritage, so the Ma Family had always been eager to align with one of the Eight Families through marriage.

The Eight Families were famously well-established, with a heritage that spanned at least several hundred years. Even marrying a non-direct descendant from one of the Eight Families would be considered a ticket for the Ma Family to truly enter the sphere of elite family circles.

Furthermore, Fang Ting was known as a fiery little chili pepper. Not only was she hot-tempered, but her figure was also hot, which was right in Ma Rulong’s taste. Unfortunately, Fang Ting had never been interested in the brash nouveau riche second-generation like Ma Rulong, and she never minced words.

"Do I need to lie to you? If you can do it, I’ll publicly declare you’re my boyfriend!"

Fang Ting was furious and all-in at this point.

Ma Rulong didn’t hesitate and turned to look at Li Feng, "You’ve heard her. Now kneel down and apologize to my girlfriend, and I might be gentle with you."

"Otherwise, I don’t mind giving you a taste of my Iron Fist." Ma Rulong clenched his fists, producing a crackling sound.

Ma Rulong wasn’t just some frail and ineffectual rich kid; he was tall and muscular. Some even called him Ma Hou (Big Monkey). And Ma Rulong had some training, so compared to those puny pretty boys, he looked rough around the edges, all the image of an aggressive nouveau riche.