Urban's Fury: The War Dragon God
Chapter 86: Sihai Changes Hands

Chapter 86: Chapter 86: Sihai Changes Hands

Money is almighty.

If not, then it’s simply not enough money being thrown.

Dozens of security guards were struck by the falling money above their heads, their eyes turning red with greed as Qi Haomin scattered bag after bag of money below, without a doubt, the best way to buy loyalty.

These men in security uniforms were not really security guards, but rather Qi Haomin’s covert operatives, who had always done his dirty work for him.

His own son, kicked by Li Feng, had his life root broken, ending the direct lineage of the Qi Family—a bolt from the blue for Qi Haomin who was in his sixties. Who would have thought that when pushed to the brink, the Sihai Group’s stock market turmoil would send its shares tumbling with a succession of limit-down halts, crashing through the floor.

In an instant, Sihai Group became the trashiest of the trash stocks, and its plummeting shares, together with a series of recent scandals, turned Sihai Group into the darling of the news, making it the rat crossing the street that everyone shouted at.

Once the first domino was pushed, it triggered a chain reaction. Sihai Group, a heavy-capital, asset-rich real estate group, to put it bluntly, was doing business by robbing Peter to pay Paul: borrowing from banks to buy land and build buildings on one hand, while selling properties for profit on the other.

This model, when working, naturally could earn mountains of gold and silver, but once trouble arose, it could lead to an avalanche of disaster. The kingdom, with assets worth hundreds of billions, was like one built on sand, swept away by a tidal wave without even leaving dross behind.

Decades of hard work were lost in an instant, and Qi Haomin lost more than half his hair in distress. And the arch-culprit for all this was the man before him.

A son-in-law who had married into the family.

What right did he have?

"Kill!"

A roar filled with murderous intent resounded, as a security guard with a scar-laden face lunged forward, his cleaver moving as swift as a fleeting shadow.

"Die."

Li Feng glanced at the security guard leaping up to attack, and flicked his wrist.

Snap.

A coin struck the man’s groin, and the security guard in mid-air howled out, as Li Feng stepped to the side, letting the cleaver make a feeble chop.

"Despicable."

With a single kick, Li Feng sent the kneeling security guard sprawling to the ground, stepping on the man’s back and gesturing with a beckoning finger toward the several dozen others.

"Not daring to come at me?"

"Fine, then I’ll come," Li Feng said with an icy smirk, his toes propelling him forward like a cheetah. He kicked a security guard, not yet recovered, sending him flying backward, and the next second, Li Feng followed him into the crowd.

Bai He, who had come along, watched Li Feng enter the fray like a tiger among sheep, effortlessly slipping through. He took a deep breath and charged as well.

But as soon as Bai He engaged, he realized that these fighters were not so easy to handle; he simply could not dominate a group single-handedly as Li Feng did.

Oh, the disparity.

Li Feng struck successfully and instantly appeared beside another man. Before he could react, Li Feng had clutched his arms, and with a crack-crack, dislocated them.

Ah!

Li Feng was no orthopedist, he deliberately twisted the man’s bones, inflicting a drilling pain that cut to the bone.

Although there were many opponents, only two or three could get close to Li Feng; naturally, the situation was dominated by Li Feng all the way.

"Hmph, thinking they’re badass just because they have numbers. Some people just can’t be taken down by sheer force," he mused.

Wang Qian watched Li Feng as he was about to annihilate the group. If only he could resolve this man with money, it would be simple. Huacheng’s four major underground banks each held hundreds of billions in funds, and those funds were at this man’s disposal whenever he wished.

Wang Qian’s current status and power were seen by others as lofty, but in the face of this man, Wang Qian maintained a proper attitude – he was but a lackey, without a single extraneous thought.

Because the four major banks of Huacheng were just the tip of the iceberg in the layout casually made by that man.

Before him, the hundred-billion empire of Sihai Group was just like ants, and Qi Haomin’s desperate struggle was nothing more than an appetizer, a piece of cake.

Moreover...

Bang!

A security guard flew out backward like a kite with its string cut, tumbling to a halt at Wang Qian’s feet. Wang Qian ruthlessly stomped on him twice and looked toward Li Feng, who moved like a ghost, unbeaten by any adversary in a single exchange.

Moreover, he had been the only War God in the boxing ring, undefeated in a thousand matches since its inception.

Thump.

Li Feng knocked down the last man with a punch. Bai He sat down on the man with a huff, panting heavily. He looked up at Li Feng, whose expression hadn’t changed and who wasn’t even out of breath, admiring him with utmost respect - this master was not human.

He was the very definition of a monster.

Li Feng turned and walked upstairs, where Qi Haomin sat slump on the ground, aged by what seemed ten years in that short time.

"Is this your last act of defiance?"

"Kid, you think you’ve won by taking my Sihai Group? Hah, Sihai Group has long been a debt-ridden empty shell. If you want it so badly, I’ll give it to you."

Qi Haomin said while pulling out a contract: "As long as you dare to sign, all my shares will be yours."

Qi Haomin picked himself up from the ground, casting a dark glance at Li Feng, then he deliberately threw himself off the second-floor railing.

"Fuck."

Wang Qian hadn’t anticipated Qi Haomin’s ruthlessness, actually plummeting headfirst from the second floor; a pool of blood quickly formed on the floor.

"Young Master Feng, this old coot did it on purpose, playing suicide. Damn it, it’s really unlucky," Wang Qian cursed aloud as his phone began to ring.

"Hello, who’s this?"

"Boss Qian, there’s a video you need to see. I’ve sent it to you already."

Wang Qian hung up, received a video on his phone, and clicked play. The image of Qi Haomin, the old man, appeared onscreen.

"My fellow Sihai colleagues, I, Qi Haomin... I am now old and no longer have the strength to steer this great ship of Sihai. Now, I transfer all my shares in Sihai to my successor, Li Feng. He will become the new chairman of Sihai Group and will lead everyone out of difficulty to reach new heights!"

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, the old man is deliberately setting a trap."

Wang Qian was dumfounded as he watched the video, turning to look at Li Feng. He knew Li Feng never showed his face while orchestrating schemes. Although in Huacheng Li Feng was known as the Hidden Dragon, orchestrating behind the scenes.

The dragon shows his head without revealing his tail.

This move of Qi Haomin’s had indeed thrust Li Feng into the limelight, proactively transferring Sihai’s shares to him. Could this old man have such a good heart?

Li Feng narrowed his eyes; an old fox is indeed an old fox. This Golden Cicada Shells move was played slickly. He estimated that the old man had already hollowed out Sihai Group, and now its shares had bottomed out, worth almost nothing.

Originally, Li Feng planned to dismantle Sihai Group. Now, Qi Haomin’s move was like tying Li Feng to a sinking ship, throwing all the blame at him. With Qi Haomin’s death, everything would come to rest, and all debts would fall upon Li Feng.

A truly intricate scheme.

"Li Feng?"

"Who is Li Feng?"

"Which group’s Sect Leader is he?"

And at this moment, almost all of Sihai Group’s staff received this video, which even spread across the internet.

After all, Sihai Group was a hundred-billion business empire, with tens of thousands of employees and countless property chains relying on Sihai for their livelihood, concerning the employment of hundreds of thousands.

With the release of Qi Haomin’s video, Li Feng was directly thrust into the eye of the storm.