Chapter 028: Charlene (2)

Zhao Feng squinted his eyes, propping his head on his right hand as if dozing off. Around him, two or three dozen burly men at the KTV began to close in. Yet he seemed not to notice, his demeanor calm and unruffled, which made the furious manager regain her composure.

"Kid, what should I call you?" the manager asked.

He opened his eyes languidly and slowly uttered two words, "Zhao Feng."

Manager Liu Wan narrowed her eyes, sizing him up. "Kid, are you sent by Red Square, or by Vivi?"

Zhao Feng shook his head. "Neither."

Liu Wan sneered, "Neither, and you dare act this brazenly? You really don’t know what it means to die!"

She waved her delicate white hand. "Take him!"

With a roar, the crowd of burly men closed in, grinning wickedly. Zhao Feng simply leaned against the sofa, his right hand supporting his head, unfazed.

One of the men cackled, reaching out a massive hand to grab him. Without even looking, Zhao Feng stretched out his right leg and kicked. His foot struck the man squarely in the abdomen.

A howl of pain erupted instantly as the man doubled over, clutching his stomach, curling up on the floor like a shrimp.

Liu Wan’s face turned cold. "So, you came prepared after all."

She raised her snow-white right hand, about to give another command, when Zhao Feng interrupted, "If I were you, I wouldn’t waste any more time here. You should know, the scar on Xia Lin’s face can be healed. But, if you delay any longer, she might just kill herself. She’s had enough of living like this."

"What? What did you say?" Liu Wan was utterly shocked.

Zhao Feng’s lips curled. "I said, Xia Lin will attempt suicide tonight."

Instantly, Liu Wan tensed up, her gaze full of uncertainty. "You—you’d better not be lying to me!"

Her voice grew smaller and smaller, her confidence fading. She waved her hand. "Everyone, back to your posts!"

The men in black suits bowed respectfully and answered in unison, "Yes!"

Once the room was cleared, Liu Wan turned to Zhao Feng. "I have no time for your nonsense. Come with me to see Sister Xia Lin right now!"

Zhao Feng smiled. "Exactly what I want."

He stood up. Though only eighteen, Zhao Feng already stood at one meter eighty.

He wore blue jeans, his long legs striding after Liu Wan as they left the room. On the surface, Liu Wan was the manager of the Red Romance KTV, but in truth, she was close to the owner, Xia Lin. She wore a fitted black business suit with a skirt and black high heels, swaying as she led the way.

The sharp sound of her heels echoed with every step. Behind her, Zhao Feng walked with his hands laced behind his head, whistling, his eyes occasionally drifting toward the swaying curves ahead.

They arrived at a room. Liu Wan knocked.

There was no response. She frowned and knocked again, harder, but still nothing.

Now genuinely worried, she turned to Zhao Feng. "No one’s answering—what do we do?"

Zhao Feng chuckled. "Easy."

Liu Wan grew anxious. "Stop laughing and think of something! What if something happened?"

"Relax, nothing will happen," Zhao Feng replied, shaking his head.

"You—!" Liu Wan was furious.

Ignoring her, Zhao Feng simply lifted his long leg and kicked the door open.

Liu Wan rushed inside, but there was no sign of Xia Lin. Panic-stricken, she called out, "Sister Lin, where are you?"

Zhao Feng rolled his eyes and pointed at the bathroom. "In there."

"Oh, oh!" Liu Wan stumbled toward the bathroom.

A piercing scream rang out.

Startled, Zhao Feng hurried over, only to see a pale, naked body lying lifeless in the bathtub, a crimson wound slashed across her wrist.

Liu Wan collapsed to the floor in terror. Zhao Feng rolled his eyes, strode into the bathroom, and scooped Xia Lin out of the water-filled tub.

But his actions only seemed to enrage Liu Wan further. "Get your filthy hands off her!" she roared.

Zhao Feng shook his head, exasperated, and without hesitation carried Xia Lin to the bed, tossing her down and covering her with a blanket.

"Got any gauze?" he asked.

"What?"

"I said, do you have any gauze?" Zhao Feng’s brow furrowed. "You’d better hurry—if you’re any slower, she’ll die!"

That snapped Liu Wan out of her daze. "Oh! I’ll get it right away!"

She scrambled to the cabinet, rifling through drawers, and finally brought over a first aid kit.

Without another word, Zhao Feng took out iodine and gauze and began to bandage Xia Lin’s wound. Perhaps it was the pain, or perhaps the warmth of his touch, but Xia Lin let out a faint whimper and slowly opened her eyes.

Judging by her figure alone, one would think Xia Lin was a beauty, but when she turned her head, it was enough to startle anyone. Her face was crisscrossed with jagged scars, painting a harrowing sight.

She and Zhao Feng locked eyes, both blinking in surprise. Then Xia Lin screamed.

"Ah! Why is there a man in my room?!"

She grabbed a pillow and hurled it at him, but Zhao Feng caught it easily, grinning wide. "Hey there!"

Xia Lin screamed again.

Zhao Feng shook his head, arms folded, teasing, "Tsk, tsk. Great figure, lovely voice—what a shame about the scar."

Xia Lin hurriedly covered her face. "You saw my face! You saw my face! You’re dead! Your whole family is dead!"

Zhao Feng rolled his eyes. "Must you always talk about death? Why are you so morbid?"

Furious, Xia Lin snapped, "You’re looking for death!"

With that, she leapt from the bed and kicked at him. But Zhao Feng calmly extended his right hand, catching her ankle with ease.

At that moment, Xia Lin was still completely unclothed…