Urban's Fury: The War Dragon God
Chapter 466: Beating Up

Chapter 466: Chapter 466: Beating Up

"Go die, you."

Chen Dong quickly approached Li Feng with a baseball bat in hand, knowing well the principle of catching the leader first.

Moreover, he was really annoyed seeing Li Feng acting all cocky.

Damn.

Acting like you’re the big boss.

Without another word, he swung the bat at Li Feng’s head, not caring if it would smash his brains out—better if it did.

Daring to challenge the Chen Family, you really think you’re hot shit.

Li Feng watched Chen Dong jump at him and grabbed the baseball bat with his hand, looking down on Chen Dong with a sneering gaze.

"Too weak."

With a cold scoff, Li Feng kicked Chen Dong in the abdomen, sending his hefty body flying back into the crowd behind him.

At that moment,

a burly man in a black suit behind Li Feng flicked his wrist, and a baton slid into his hand from his sleeve, extending out in segments as he swung it swiftly.

The crowd behind him quickly advanced like a wave of humans.

The distance wasn’t more than a few meters, and in the blink of an eye, both sides clashed, resulting in a completely one-sided fight.

Screams echoed incessantly.

Other than kicking, Li Feng stood still, merely watching as the black-suited men pushed forward like a torrential flood.

Wherever they passed, thugs laid scattered on the ground, wailing continuously.

"Damn it, hold the line, hold it!"

Chen Baichuan was pushed back step by step amidst the crowd, feeling utterly dismal. This wasn’t supposed to be a temporary work, just a paper tiger.

Shit.

This is what you call temporary work?

And with the situation overwhelmingly against them, although they had more people, they were totally caught off guard. Seeing the front lines collapse, those in the back turned to run, only to be blocked by those behind who were unaware of the situation at the front.

It was a complete chase-down.

"Damn it, hold them, increase the pay, I’ll add fifty thousand more for each of you!"

Chen Baichuan shouted until he was hoarse.

Before his words could finish, he was knocked down by the retreating crowd, falling to the ground.

"Fuck, who the hell stepped on me?"

Chen Baichuan cursed, just to be immediately kicked in the face, his head hitting the ground with a thud.

"Junk, utterly worthless," Bai He stood behind Li Feng, disdainfully looking at the thugs beaten into submission.

"Such trash still dares to challenge Young Master Feng’s authority."

"Enough with the flattery."

Li Feng cut off Bai He’s words, stepping towards the fallen Chen Dong, who looked up at Li Feng, grinding his teeth in rage.

"Li, don’t get cocky, this isn’t over."

Li Feng looked at the still defiant Chen Dong and stepped on his chest, leaning over to say, "What you say doesn’t matter, only what I say does."

"I was willing to let you save some face, just scram from Century Group and let bygones be bygones. But since you have no shame and insist on being my enemy, don’t blame me for making an example out of your Chen Family."

"Take him away."

At that command, two burly men in black suits stepped forward, each grabbing one of Chen Dong’s arms.

"Li Feng, what are you trying to do? So many people are watching, you dare to harm me?" Chen Dong screamed in fear.

Li Feng slapped him across the face, "Keep it quiet. Scream again, and believe me, I’ll break both your legs."

Chen Dong shut his mouth instantly.

"Young Master Feng, how should we deal with this?"

"In front of the memorial hall, kneel for three days. People need to remember their gratitude; these folks seem to have forgotten where their prosperity comes from."

"Yes, Young Master Feng."

Li Feng walked leisurely through the crowd of writhing bodies, picking out the Chen Family members one by one. With Chen Dong as an example, there was no need for more words from Li Feng; the defiant ones were silenced with a slap and then dragged to kneel in front of the memorial hall.

"No need to chase."

As Li Feng turned around, Bai He nodded in understanding, pulling a whistle from his pocket and blowing it twice.

The whistle blew,

and the black-suited burly men who had chased for a hundred meters stopped immediately, coldly watching the fleeing trash, then suddenly turned and silently rejoined their ranks.

"Bai He."

"Divide the people into four shifts. I’ve booked the two nearby hotels, go and rest."

"Yes!"

Bai He nodded, aware that tonight’s commotion was significant, especially such a large gathering—they must invite police attention, so it’s better to leave quickly after finishing up, keeping a low profile.

"Kid, you’ve stirred up big trouble now."

Zheng Xingdou squinted, watching Li Feng return with a look of schadenfreude.

"If I dare stir it up, I can settle it, no need for the old man to worry," Li Feng glanced at Zheng Xingdou: "Aren’t you going back?"

"Go back?"

"Why go back when it’s more fun here, plus the show isn’t over yet, how can I leave?"

Zheng Xingdou chuckled as he watched Li Feng.

"Alright then, it’s your call."

Li Feng didn’t drive him away, after all, the memorial hall was borrowed.

Not half an hour later,

the sound of police sirens blared loudly, making Zheng Xing laugh, "Dad, quite a number of cops this time, listen to that noise, at least a few vehicles."

"Uh-huh, such a big scene here, what do you think? Let’s see how the kid handles this."

"The police are here."

Chen Dong and the others, kneeling on the ground, heard the loud sirens outside, their eyes gleaming with hope.

The police are here, Li, you’re done for.

Jiang Linda stood outside, watching as vehicles marked with SWAT appeared, the doors opened, and the SWAT officers surrounded the scene. Moreover, several media vans arrived outside the circle.

Journalists quickly exited the vehicles, followed by cameramen carrying cameras; Jiang Linda saw this and felt overwhelmed.

She was in public relations and knew that if a situation blew up, they should be ready for public scrutiny. Online citizens especially loved watching a spectacle.

A trending search was inevitable.