Urban's Fury: The War Dragon God
Chapter 692: Slapping the Face

Chapter 692: Chapter 692: Slapping the Face

Wang Jin’er’s face changed upon hearing this, and Li Feng, standing beside her, also grew cold as he stood up and looked disdainfully at the voluptuous woman opposite.

The woman shuddered under Li Feng’s stare but quickly regained her composure and stood up, glaring back at him.

"What, did I say something wrong? A million isn’t a small sum; don’t get greedy now!" The woman haughtily snorted and turned to look at the manager beside her.

"Fannie, pack up these three pieces of jewelry for me, and get another million for him."

The woman opened her limited edition purse, took out a diamond card, and with a flick of her finger, she tossed it onto the table in front of her.

The store manager, Fannie, looked incredibly distressed—this customer in front of her was their biggest client, spending over a hundred million each year in their store, a true super VIP customer. To them, such customers were to be served as if they were God.

It wasn’t just because of the high-handed attitude the customer currently displayed—even if she were to do something even more outrageous, they would tolerate it and fulfill every demand she made.

But...

The store manager turned to look at Li Feng, who had brought out a black gold five-star card.

At this point, the manager almost felt like crying.

The woman perceived the manager’s hesitation and immediately became impatient, turning around to address the manager, "Store Manager Fannie, I am your biggest client. Each year I spend at least a hundred million in your store."

"You know what happens to those who offend me. Forget that you’re just a store manager; even the president of your East Continent District, I know them."

"As for him, not to mention whether or not he can afford these pieces of jewelry, but what makes him think he can compete with me? Can he spend a hundred million a year here at your store on jewelry?"

"Think carefully about this."

After speaking, the woman turned her head to glance at Li Feng, her eyes brimming with contempt. People who dared to compete with her for jewelry hadn’t been born yet.

Li Feng noticed her contemptuous look and let out a cold snort.

"Swipe the card; I’ll take all these pieces of jewelry."

Li Feng’s tone was not loud, yet decisive, prompting the store manager to make a choice, "You there, pack up all the jewelry."

"I’m very sorry, Miss Shuangxue...!"

The store manager turned to face the woman, bowed, and apologized, rejecting the woman’s request.

"Slap!"

Without thinking, the woman slapped the store manager across the face. The other shop assistants cried out in shock at the sight.

"Store Manager!"

Store manager Fannie raised her hand to stop her subordinates, while the woman who had just slapped the manager sneered.

"You dare refuse me? Do you even know what you’re thinking? I’m sorry, but an apology won’t solve this. Do you believe that I can have you fired with just one word? Forget about working in the jewelry industry ever again."

The woman spoke arrogantly, sweeping across the store manager before her.

The store manager took a deep breath and looked up at the woman, "You certainly can do that, but these pieces of jewelry have already been purchased by this gentleman first, I’m truly sorry...!"

"I said I don’t want to hear apologies. I am a super VIP in this store, and I’m asking you if I don’t have priority?"

"I’m telling you, I’ve set my sights on these pieces today. If you dare sell them to someone else, well, you’ll have to face the consequences."

"Hey, why are you being so unreasonable? It was clearly us who came first."

Wang Jin’er, seeing the store manager being bullied like this, couldn’t help but stand up and argue with the woman. Upon seeing Wang Jin’er stepping forward, the woman let out a cold laugh.

"And you think you have the right to reason with me? A woman whose total appearance might not exceed five digits. Sure, you look pretty decent, but with your gold-digger looks, not to mention a million, someone could have their way with you for just a hundred thousand."

"You think you deserve to wear jewelry worth millions? It’s not that I look down on you, but do you really think you’re worthy?"

The woman crossed her arms in front of her chest and scoffed disdainfully, showing utter disregard for Wang Jin’er across from her.

"I’m a green tea bitch, then what are you, strutting around like a shrew, I don’t deserve it, do you think you do? Let me tell you, I’m going to reserve these pieces of jewelry today."

Wang Jin’er’s temper flared up, and she confronted the woman head-on, as if they were at swords’ points.

The woman, seeing that Wang Jin’er dared to talk back to her, sneered and, without a second word, swung her hand and slapped her. Wang Jin’er had never expected the other party would actually dare to hit her.

Just then, Li Feng stepped forward, grabbed the wrist of the hand that the woman was swinging, and with a twist, sent her tumbling into the couch.

"Ah!"

"You dare hit me."

The woman who had fallen onto the couch was livid with rage; when had she ever been humiliated like this? She stood up from the couch and, like a fishwife, lunged at Li Feng.

Li Feng coldly watched her and swung back a slap of his own.

Smack.

The woman was sent sprawling back into the couch by the slap, her hand covering her face in shock, so dumbfounded she could hardly think straight.

She had been slapped.

Li Feng looked coldly at the woman sitting dazed on the couch, then turned to the manager, "Charge it, wrap it up."

Fannie gulped down her saliva nervously, "Yes, yes...!"

Several clerks were also intimidated by Li Feng’s domineering presence, and without hesitation, they started packaging the jewelry while the manager turned to Li Feng.

"Sir, these pieces of jewelry are quite valuable, you may leave an address, and we can arrange for them to be personally delivered to your residence."

"No need."

Li Feng and Wang Jin’er walked out of Tiffany’s, and immediately seven or eight bodyguards carrying things approached them. The clerks took a deep breath at the sight, realizing that this show of force was no ordinary display of wealth.

After all, the man had a black gold five-star card; he was hardly the average rich man.

"Sir, Miss, please take care, and we look forward to your next visit."

Li Feng and Wang Jin’er left with their bodyguards in tow. Manager Fannie exhaled a sigh of relief, while the clerks couldn’t help feeling uneasy, looking at Wang Jin’er with envy next to Li Feng.

Imagine, buying jewelry worth five or six hundred million in a single breath—if only they could take her place.

Just then, the woman who had been slapped silly by Li Feng charged out in a fury, "Where are they? Dare to hit me, Pei Shuangxue, I’ll make him regret being alive."

"Miss Shuangxue...!"

The manager came forward, but before she could speak, Pei Shuangxue slapped her, "And you, I thought I’ve always treated you well, buying jewelry worth hundreds of millions from you every year, and you dare to turn against me."

"You just wait."

After saying her piece, Pei Shuangxue stormed out of Tiffany’s.

"Manager."

The clerks looked at the manager, who had received another slap; this Miss Pei was really too much.

"It’s fine."

"Manager, she’s not going to let this go, if she complains about you..."

"This is my problem, it won’t involve any of you, go back to work."

"I’m so furious."

Pei Shuangxue rushed out of Tiffany’s, but still lost track of Li Feng and Wang Jin’er, her hand covering her burning cheek.

"Don’t let me find you, or I swear I’ll make you pay."