Urban's Fury: The War Dragon God
Chapter 418: The second game slaps the face

Chapter 418: Chapter 418: The second game slaps the face

"You’re going to teach us to dance?"

The beauties present all looked towards Li Feng. Mimicking a cat’s meow was a distinctively feminine dance, especially the cutesy type. And a big guy like you knows it? What does that say about you?

Either this guy is a pervert, or, he’s a lecher.

"What’s with all the nonsense, just watch."

Li Feng immediately raised his fist and then by his chin, he struck an adorable pose.

"Pfft!"

Han Xue couldn’t hold back her laughter. In her mind, Li Feng had always been a man of iron and wit, handling thugs and assassins with ruthless composure, but now Li Feng acting cute? That contrast left her smitten.

Not just Han Xue, even Jiang Linda, Su Yuqing, and others who knew Li Feng couldn’t help themselves. The contrast was too much to bear.

"Hold that pose, let me snap a picture!"

Fang Ting quickly took out her phone, eager to capture this image. Daring to mess with this lady’s face? Now with this photo, let’s see if you dare to act cocky in front of me again.

"Get serious, do you not value your lives at all!"

Li Feng scolded sharply.

"Pfft!"

The man in the clown mask sprayed out a mouthful of red wine. What was he witnessing? He was actually teaching people to mimic a cat’s meow and striking that kind of cutesy pose.

That’s an eyesore.

"Ha ha, ha ha. This is interesting, so much fun."

The man in the clown mask just followed his whim and didn’t expect such a good show. He was almost reluctant to end it so soon.

"Strike a pose, quickly."

Li Feng, like a teacher, directed the beautiful women present. The people around watched this scene, swallowing hard and even forgetting about the bomb threat.

"This ’Li’ guy really is a rare specimen, completely defying expectations."

"Well, else how could he become a sugar daddy? I’m afraid this guy’s skin is as thick as a city wall."

"But those beauties are truly appealing."

"Yeah, no wonder Han Xue made the chairman’s heart flutter, even I get itchy watching her move."

"Those others aren’t bad at all either, nicely curved and quite the figure."

"That Bai Lingling truly deserves to be our company’s PR flower, quite flavorful."

"Ah!"

Suddenly, a woman let out a scream.

"What’s wrong?"

"My dress is a bit...!"

A cocktail party is a formal event, and naturally, women can’t just wear anything. Each one was dressed in a form-fitting gown that highlighted their figures, but these gowns aren’t suitable for large movements.

Men’s gazes fixated on the women learning to dance, with plenty of comments and critiques. At that moment, Li Fengtu stepped forward.

"What’s he doing?"

Many people were clueless.

The next second, a ripping sound was heard.

Everyone’s eyes went wide as they saw Li Feng "violently" tearing the gowns.

"What, what are you doing?!"

Li Feng looked up at the extremely shy Fang Ting: "Don’t be so nervous, I’m not interested in you. It’s just that your dress isn’t suitable for dancing, so I’m giving you a slit."

"Help tear mine too."

Seeing this, Ma Shuangshuang spoke up directly. At times like these, one shouldn’t be concerned about such things. After all, it was just adding a slit for easier movement, and it wasn’t anything indecent.

Li Feng didn’t stand on ceremony and directly went over to Ma Shuangshuang, tearing open the hem of her dress. Even though Ma Shuangshuang was mentally prepared, she still blushed.

"Gulp."

"That’s the daughter of Ma, the wealthy magnate, isn’t it?"

"This guy is getting off cheap; tearing the dress of Ma the magnate’s daughter is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."

"What, are you envious?"

"Aren’t you?"

"Envious."

"Heh, this is getting more and more entertaining."

"We’ve had one minute, start your performance."

The clown masked man curled his lips as he watched Li Feng tearing the women’s dresses. It really was eye-catching to behold. As the countdown ended, he announced the start of the performance.

"Follow my lead when you dance."

There were supposed to be ten people called out, but Wen Xiaofei was among them. She left early and escaped this crisis. Li Feng took the lead instead, with the other nine women forming rows of two, three, and four.

The clown masked man started playing the music for mimicking a cat’s meow.

"Such an eyesore."

"Watch the back."

Han Xue and the others didn’t dance well. The movements were awkward, and they even struggled to keep up with the beat. But after all, Han Xue and the other women were beauties, with not just looks, but also figures to match. Coupled with Li Feng’s recent actions.

The originally dignified dresses were torn by Li Feng, instantly giving them a seductive, wild charm.

At this moment, even simple movements stirred the hearts of the men present like a cat’s claws.

"I can’t take it anymore."

"I really want to jump on them."

Aside from the leader Li Feng being somewhat of an eyesore, the other nine were captivating, especially with the slits exposing their long legs, it was simply a killer look.

The attention of everyone present was captivated, and the clown masked man watching through the surveillance was likewise engrossed by the scene.

Had it just been these beauties, the clown masked man wouldn’t have been so engrossed, but the leading Li Feng undoubtedly grabbed more of his attention.

The song mimicking a cat’s meow ended quickly.

And the countdown timer showed only three minutes and forty-five seconds left.

Clap, clap, clap, clap.

The clown masked man began clapping: "You danced quite well, truly beyond my expectations, especially the leader, such an eyesore indeed."

"Ladies, you’ve cleared the challenge, each earning a precious minute. However, since the leader was particularly hard to watch, you’ll lose five minutes."

"So for this game, you only earned four minutes."

"Hey."

"You now have a total of seven minutes and twenty-eight seconds left. Let’s move on to the next game."

"This segment is very simple; it’s called ’Face Slapping.’"

The clown masked man chuckled, "As the name implies, this game involves slapping someone’s face. For each slap, you earn one second."

"However, there’s a limit; a person can only slap once."

"The person getting slapped will be appointed by me, everyone else may strike."

"So who will be the lucky one?"

Hearing about this game, everyone inhaled sharply. Slapping faces, and each person giving one slap—that could result in hundreds of slaps, enough to turn someone into a pig’s head.

Whoever gets picked is the unlucky one!

"So the chosen one is today’s biggest winner at the cocktail party."