Urban's Fury: The War Dragon God
Chapter 478: Are You Crazy?

Chapter 478: Chapter 478: Are You Crazy?

Gao Sheng looked at Li Feng with undisguised contempt, and the group of rich second-generation youths behind him pointed and gossiped about Li Feng. A guy who rose up through sheer dumb luck had the audacity to try and sit on the same level as Gao Sheng? This guy probably didn’t even know what kind of background Gao Sheng had.

"This kid is nothing but a frog in a well; probably doesn’t even know who Young Master Gao truly is."

"A guy who climbed up the ranks through pure dumb luck, what do you expect him to know? He probably hasn’t even been to this club before, or else why would he let a woman bewitch him so completely, forgetting even who he is."

"Hmph, even a nouveau riche has some standout qualities, but this guy is worse than that, a mama’s boy who rose to the top... I don’t know who gave him the guts to be so arrogant."

"Of course, it’s the chairwoman of Century Group, hey, she’s quite a beauty, with a very ’generous’ heart."

One of the spoiled youths revealed a lewd smirk.

"Little boy, better hurry home and drink your milk. This is a place for adults to play," someone in the crowd yelled out loudly.

A burst of laughter erupted from those around.

Li Feng turned his head to look, and the insolent youth continued to provoke Li Feng with a look of indifference: "What, you want to glare me to death with your eyes? Haha...!"

Before the laughter of the spoiled youth had subsided, Li Feng flicked his wrist, and with a whoosh, a small stone flew from his mouth into the young man’s throat, instantly halting his laughter as his face turned beet red from being choked.

However, this did nothing to alleviate the pain. As his breathing became obstructed, his complexion grew even worse, and he soon knelt on the ground as if possessed by an evil spirit.

"Ah!"

A few caddies nearby exclaimed in shock, looking at the suddenly pale-faced youth.

"Zhang Siwei, what’s happened to you?"

But Zhang Siwei couldn’t utter a word and could only clutch his throat, his face turning from red to blue.

"It was him, he did something. I saw it."

"Li Feng, what exactly did you do? Motherfucker, do you have any idea who Zhang Siwei’s father is? If he really gets into trouble, you’ll pay with your life."

Li Feng turned his head, smiled slightly, and replied, "You say I did it, so it must be me, right? Do you have any proof?"

"I also suspect he’s done so many bad things that he’s been wrapped up by a vengeful ghost. Now, he looks more like a hanged ghost."

"Li Feng, are you trying to kill someone?"

Gao Sheng spoke coldly, looking at Li Feng.

"You say I’m killing someone and that makes it true? You think you’re the Emperor of Heaven or something?" Li Feng replied disdainfully, "Of course, a person can probably hold their breath for a minute or two; if their body’s weak, less than a minute. But holding for half a minute should still be possible."

"Maybe you should kneel down and beg me. It just so happens I know a bit of medicine, and perhaps I could relieve you of your problem."

Zhang Siwei was turning blue in the face, but he could still hear what Li Feng was saying. At this point, he couldn’t endure any longer and without a second thought, he collapsed to his knees with a thud.

The surrounding spoiled youths all looked displeased as Li Feng wasn’t just slapping Zhang Siwei’s face, but also theirs.

"Li Feng, save him now."

As Zhang Siwei’s eyes started to roll back, it seemed he might actually die, which made Gao Sheng unable to hold back any longer, as Zhang Siwei’s death on the spot would implicate them all.

"Since you’re asking so sincerely, I’ll make an effort to help you out."

Li Feng walked straight up to Zhang Siwei, lifted his foot, and gave a kick straight to his chest, sending Zhang Siwei flying out like a kite knocked off course.

"Li Feng, you’re asking for death."

Watching Li Feng kick Zhang Siwei away, his actions undeniably angered the spoiled youths present.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

At this moment, Zhang Siwei, who was kicked away, gasped for air, feeling a profound sense of surviving a disaster.

"Zhang Siwei, how are you feeling?"

After a spell of coughing, Zhang Siwei’s breathing finally stabilized, and he quickly got up and turned his head to look at Li Feng, "Li, you dare...!"

"Watch your mouth, or you’ll bring illness upon yourself."

Li Feng weighed a pebble in his hand, a stone he had casually grabbed from a flowerpot on the terrace—each one the size of a chess piece, perfect for use as a hidden weapon.

Zhang Siwei’s mouth snapped shut at the sight of the stone. He had nearly suffocated just a moment ago; it was the closest to death he had ever felt, convinced he was about to die.

"So it really is you."

"So what if it is? You gonna bite me?" Li Feng sneered, turning to look at the young man pointing at him: "And mind your fingers, or I won’t mind bending them the wrong way."

"You...!"

"You want to try?" Li Feng scoffed coldly.

The young man was instantly silenced. Gao Sheng furrowed his brow, cursing in his head—he saw these rich playboys bully others on their family’s power, but they all turned chicken in a real fight.

"Apologize!"

Gao Sheng looked at Li Feng.

"Oh?"

"Apologize to Zhang Siwei, and to Jin Xuan and the others." Gao Sheng stared at Li Feng. Li Feng let out a mocking laugh, stepped forward towards Gao Sheng, and all eyes turned towards the two of them.

"If Li dares to lay a finger on young master Gao, it’s over for him."

"Yeah, with Gao Sheng’s status, Li must think a little bit of status has gone to his head. Pfft, he’s so naive."

A rich kid muttered under his breath.

No matter how great Li Feng seemed now, in their eyes, he was nothing. Even Chen Muyang had to play by the rules of this circle and bow his head to people like young master Gao.

Especially the likes of Li Feng, who had no background and relied on a woman to climb the ranks.

Li Feng curled his lips into a smile, heh.

Suddenly, he raised his hand and flicked Gao Sheng in the forehead.

Hiss.

Gao Sheng hadn’t expected Li Feng to sneak attack and involuntarily took a step back from the pain: "How dare you...!" Gao Sheng glared furiously.

Li Feng raised his hand again, another flick to the forehead: "Why shouldn’t I dare?"

Gao Sheng was fuming, no one had ever dared to humiliate him like this.

"Holy shit, this Li guy must be crazy."

"He actually flicked young master Gao’s forehead twice."

Everyone around was dumbfounded, barely believing what they saw—flicking the forehead was even more humiliating than slapping the face.

"Maybe you can give me one good reason not to?"

Li Feng accompanied each word with another flick to Gao Sheng’s now swollen forehead, forcing him back another two or three steps.

"Li Feng."

Gao Sheng, furious, glared at Li Feng. He swung his fist into a hook punch at Li Feng. Gao Sheng had trained in Sanda and boxing and was quite skilled in amateur circles, more than capable of handling ordinary folks.

Li Feng tilted his head back, effortlessly dodging the punch: "Could it be because of your dad, oh right, your last name is Gao."

"Could it be that your dad is Gao Jiangou?"

After Li Feng mentioned this name, the surrounding playboys’ expressions changed once more. They had thought Li Feng was unaware of Gao Sheng’s background, but when he mentioned that name, they realized they were wrong.

"He knows."

The scariest thing was that Li Feng knew who Gao Sheng’s father was and still dared to flick Gao Sheng’s forehead. Was this guy truly mad?