Urban's Fury: The War Dragon God
Chapter 85: My Dad is Wang Zhen

Chapter 85: Chapter 85: My Dad is Wang Zhen

Li Feng turned his head to look at the menacing Bai Lan, then quickly took two steps back on the tip of his toes. Bai Lan looked at the unscathed Li Feng, surprised, then lowered his head to see the knife—it was actually stuck in his companion’s abdomen.

"This?"

Li Feng looked over Bai Lan and delivered a flying kick that sent the unfortunate fellow smashing to the ground.

In the next instant, Li Feng bent down as a baseball bat swung over his head and missed. He straightened up with a quick backhand strike.

Clean and sharp, another one down.

Hiss.

The onlookers couldn’t help but gasp at Li Feng’s movements. It was like watching an adult beat up a crowd of kindergartners. They started to wonder if this was a scene from a TV show, the kind with shoddy special effects, where the fighters seemed to deliberately throw themselves into harm’s way.

Only those in the midst of the fray knew the terror of their opponent. His moves were horrifying and efficient, aimed almost exclusively at joints and vital spots, instantly robbing one’s ability to fight. They weren’t lethal, but they hurt a lot.

Li Feng moved with agility among the enemy crowd, and the sounds of his punches and kicks slicing through the air were followed by the agonized screams of the henchmen or, sometimes, by them being knocked out cold by Li Feng himself.

Phew.

Li Feng let out a breath, and none of Wang Jue’s fifteen or so fierce henchmen could stand anymore.

Grinding his teeth, Wang Jue looked up at Li Feng as he turned his head: "My father is Wang Zhen."

Li Feng gave a chilly smile, not giving the other even a glance, and quickly turned to look at Bai He.

"What can I do for you, Young Master Feng?"

"Have him kneel until noon tomorrow."

After instructing, Li Feng walked over to Du Qiuyu: "Are you all right?"

"I’m fine." Du Qiuyu shook her head slightly. Li Feng looked at her, slightly shocked: "I got you into this mess today. Give me your contact information."

"Ah!"

Du Qiuyu looked at Li Feng in surprise, her cheeks reddening slightly as she took out her phone. Li Feng added her contact and immediately transferred one hundred thousand to her.

Du Qiuyu received the transfer notification and looked up at Li Feng, astonished.

"Take it. It’s what you deserve. Plus, I’m giving you a week’s paid leave. Have a good time and forget today’s unpleasantness, then come back to work with peace of mind."

"Li, my father is Wang Zhen. You wouldn’t dare touch me."

Li Feng didn’t even look back as he walked away.

"Let me go! Who dares touch me!"

Bai He turned to the clamoring Wang Jue: "Go give Young Master Wang a hand."

"Hiss, this is going to cause trouble."

"Not just trouble. Young Master Wang is the son of Wang Zhen, with a sky-high background. Not only did they break his leg, but they also have him kneeling until noon tomorrow."

"Exactly, this is even worse than a slap in the face."

Outer Heaven is a hotel, and this all took place in the hotel lobby. Anyone entering or leaving the hotel comes from the upper echelons of society. Now Young Master Wang has lost face all the way to his grandmother’s house. Not only will he become infamous in Huacheng, but he will likely become a laughingstock even beyond.

"Young Master Feng, the news has already spread. If this gets back to ..."

Even Bai He couldn’t help but feel a bit worried. After all, Wang Jue had substantial backing, otherwise, he wouldn’t have been so arrogant.

"Scared?"

Bai He looked at Li Feng. Though he didn’t speak his concern, he felt somewhat uneasy. Li Feng noticed Bai He’s hesitation: "Then shall we prepare for a press conference?"

"Ah!"

"Sihai Group has changed hands."

Bai He suddenly looked up at Li Feng, Sihai Group finished? In Huacheng, there weren’t many who didn’t know about Sihai Group. As one of Huacheng’s prominent real estate conglomerates, Sihai had numerous properties throughout the city; you could see their real estate billboards everywhere.

This was a commercial empire with assets exceeding a hundred billion. It had been less than three months since Li Feng declared that Sihai Group would go bankrupt.

"Yes, Young Master Feng."

After his shock, Bai He nodded and retreated, reminding himself that he actually had to prompt his boss. The other party dared to have Wang Jue kneel for that twelve hours, then they must be confident in handling the retaliation.

The next day, in the hotel lobby.

As Li Feng descended the stairs, he immediately caught sight of Wang Jue and his henchmen kneeling in the middle of the lobby. These men were obviously not kneeling willingly; they were all bound by duct tape into a kneeling position, starkly kneeling there.

Wang Jue’s face was dark as still water as he watched Li Feng approach, "Are you here to humiliate me?"

Li Feng looked down on him high above.

"Humiliate you? Do you think you have anything worth my humiliation?"

Wang Jue watched Li Feng, with hands in his pockets, walking away and instantly felt a crushing blow of humiliation, "Li, I, Wang Jue, will not rest until I’m dead."

Li Feng didn’t even turn his head as he walked toward the hotel exit. Wang Jue watched him leave without looking back, his heart as if gnawed by a myriad of ants; he had never been so humiliated in his entire life.

Li Feng.

Li Feng got into the back seat of a luxury car and headed straight for the headquarters of the Sihai Group.

Huacheng’s Sihai Tower.

"Young Master Feng."

Wang Qian was waiting at the entrance for Li Feng’s arrival and hurriedly greeted him. Li Feng walked towards the building while looking at it.

"Young Master Feng, from today on, this building belongs to you."

"Where is Qi Haomin?"

Wang Qian squinted his rat-like eyes, "He has not arrived yet, I guess. I’ve already sent the notice for the board meeting to him. Whether he dares not to come today or just doesn’t show up, it won’t change the outcome. We now control over fifty-one percent of the shares."

Li Feng hummed in affirmation and stepped directly into Sihai Tower.

But as soon as he entered Sihai Tower, he was stopped by security guards, and not just one or two of them—dozens.

Wang Qian’s fat face chilled as he stepped forward to confront the guards, "What is this? What the hell do you all think you’re doing? Disperse now! Do you all want to lose your jobs?"

Li Feng’s hand fell on Wang Qian’s shoulder, and Wang Qian turned around, "Young Master Feng, I can handle this."

"Wang Qian."

Wang Qian turned his head towards the balcony upstairs, "Qi Haomin, what the fuck do you think you’re doing? Can’t accept defeat, eh? Sihai Group is no longer yours. Have these guards clear out. From today onwards, Young Master Feng is the owner here."

Qi Haomin sneered loudly, "It may be his, but he’s gotta be alive to take it. You caused my son to be castrated, doomed my Qi Family to have no heirs, and now you want to devour my Sihai Group? Don’t get too greedy and choke yourself."

Li Feng looked up at Qi Haomin, "That’s not your concern. My appetite is quite hearty."

"Qi Haomin, just accept defeat gracefully. Sihai Group might seem to have assets of a hundred billion, but you aren’t looking at how much debt you have. If Sihai Group were really that strong in assets, it wouldn’t have collapsed so easily."

"Don’t delude yourself. You’re old now, step down and make way. As for your eunuch son, you could send him to Siam to get a sex change surgery, couldn’t you? Later, find a man to have a child with, then your Qi Family wouldn’t be completely without descendants."

They say don’t hit a man when he’s down, but Wang Qian’s words were purposely rubbing salt into the wound. Qi Haomin, screaming his lungs out, grabbed a bag, unzipped it, and thrust it from the second floor down, "Kill these two, and all this money is yours."

Money fluttered down like snowflakes, prompting a scoff from Wang Qian.

The old bastard was actually stealing his money-tossing tactic.

Cursing inside, Wang Qian saw the security guards pull out machetes from behind them. Catching a glimpse of a glint of cold steel, he swallowed hard.

"Young Master Feng, this old bastard is out for blood."