Master Head of the Dragon Soul

"Wen Hui, how could you become such a person?" Ye Mei Er's face was filled with shock, as if she were meeting Ye Wen Hui for the first time. In her heart, Ye Wen Hui had always been a young and promising gentleman.

Chu Feng glanced over and calmly said, "Mei Er, you've been deceived. He has always been this kind of person, just disguising it too well. You have a kind heart and haven't noticed until now."

In the next second, he protected Ye Mei Er behind him and looked calmly at Ye Wen Hui. "I'll give you one last chance. Take these two useless people and get lost immediately. I can overlook what happened today for Mei Er's sake. Otherwise, you'll bear the consequences."

Ye Wen Hui was stunned. Zhao Tian and Xin Zhi exchanged glances and also froze.

"Ha ha ha." In the next second, they burst into laughter as if they had heard the funniest joke in the world. "What a joke! You, a useless bastard, dare to threaten me? Who do you think you are?" Xin Zhi sneered. "I've been alive for forty years, and no one in Xi Bei dares disrespect me in the underworld. This is the first time someone has called me a useless bastard."

Zhao Tian threw a glass angrily. "Damn it! You, a weakling like you, can kill a whole bunch of similar people in a year. Attack him and break his leg!"

"Attack!" With the order given, more than a dozen thugs immediately picked up weapons and rushed forward aggressively.

Ye Mei Er was frightened; her face was pale, and she covered her mouth in panic. The girls in the private room screamed and trembled in the corner.

Ye Wen Hui's face became even more sinister, with a cruel smile. He eagerly anticipated the scene where Chu Feng would be beaten up, kneeling and beseeching for mercy.

Zhao Tian and Xin Zhi laughed triumphantly, as if they could already see themselves taking the land deed from Chu Feng, making a fortune, and achieving the pinnacle of life. "What a pity, what a pity, dude. Your biggest mistake is that you're not worthy of this billion-dollar deed." Zhao Tian lit a cigar and leisurely took a puff. However, in the next second...

Chu Feng punched and kicked the thugs. A dozen skilled thugs were instantly knocked down, their limbs broken, crying out as they lay on the ground in agony. This, this... What's going on?

The smile on Ye Wen Hui's face froze instantly. Zhao Tian's cigar flew out of his hand, his eyes wide open in shock. Xin Zhi's face turned pale with fear.

Ye Mei Er covered her mouth, her pretty face filled with astonishment and admiration. "Feng, he's so strong, he knocked them all down."

Chu Feng strolled leisurely, casually walking up to Zhao Tian and coldly saying, "Your biggest mistake was provoking me."

He punched Zhao Tian in the face, causing blood to splatter everywhere. Chu Feng then picked up the cigar and stuffed it directly into Zhao Tian's mouth, burning his tongue so badly that he screamed and cried.

Xin Zhi's face turned pale, trembling as he raised a bottle, wanting to resist. But Chu Feng snatched it away and smashed it on Xin Zhi's head, instantly causing blood to splatter out of his head.

"Chu Feng, don't mess around. I am the eldest son of the Ye family. If you touch me, the Ye family won't let you off." Ye Wen Hui swallowed his saliva, repeatedly retreating and looking at Chu Feng with extreme fear.

At this moment, he finally felt what fear was.

"Sorry, I really don't care about the Ye family." Chu Feng casually dropped a line, weighing a steel rod in his hand. "Just now, you said you wanted to break my leg, right?"

Ye Wen Hui widened his eyes, watching as the steel rod came crashing down toward his right knee, unstoppable!

"Ah!" With a piercing scream of agony, Ye Wen Hui's right knee instantly shattered, causing him to spit out white foam from his mouth and faint immediately.