Chapter 040: The Maiden

Zhao Feng said coolly, “You’re just bringing humiliation upon yourself.”

“What?!”

“You brat, did you just say I’m bringing humiliation upon myself?!”

Zhao Feng gave a mocking laugh. “Isn’t that so?”

Ermao glared at Zhao Feng, his expression dark. “Kid, I don’t care who you are! Today, even a dragon has to coil up, even a tiger must lie down before me!”

Zhao Feng chuckled. “Heh.”

He let out a few cold laughs and said with an indifferent face, “Then let me tell you, if you mess with me, don’t expect a peaceful life for the rest of yours!”

“Hmph! All you’re good at is spouting off, huh?” Damao chimed in from the side.

Zhao Feng shot Damao a sidelong glance. “You’ll find out soon enough if I’m all talk.”

“Hmph!” Damao waved his hand dismissively. “Ermao, let’s do this! Let’s teach him a lesson today!”

Ermao nodded, pulling an electric baton from his waist. Not to be outdone, Damao did the same, both brandishing their sparking batons.

Sparks crackled as the two men closed in on Zhao Feng.

Yet Zhao Feng stood there as if he hadn’t noticed them at all.

The people around watched eagerly—this was the kind of spectacle they were happy to see. A dull life always needs a bit of spice.

The onlookers began to egg them on.

“Haha! Go on, hit him!”

“Come on, fight! Hurry up!”

“What are you standing around for? Hit him already!”

“Yeah, do it!”

Zhao Feng frowned, feeling as if he were a monkey on display.

But Damao and Ermao felt quite the opposite. The crowd’s jeers only made them more excited and smug.

With electric batons in hand, they felt powerful, basking in the attention.

Damao and Ermao exchanged a glance, then moved to surround Zhao Feng from front and back.

Ermao spoke up, “Kid, go buy us a thousand-yuan pack of cigarettes now, and maybe I’ll pretend this never happened!”

Zhao Feng snorted.

He sneered, utterly dismissive.

Buy cigarettes? He’d never bought such expensive cigarettes even for Zhao Jun.

Zhao Feng extended his right hand, curling his finger in a taunting gesture.

Damao and Ermao were instantly enraged.

Feeling their pride wounded, Ermao swung his baton and lunged at Zhao Feng.

Zhao Feng lowered his eyes, a faint smirk at his lips.

He stretched out his right leg, spun, and delivered a side kick.

“Ah!!”

Ermao let out a wretched cry, crashing into the door and becoming firmly embedded, unable to dislodge himself.

No one had even seen what happened—Ermao had already flown across the room.

The crowd was stunned.

“Bro, did you see that?!”

“Nope!”

“That was way too fast, right?”

“Exactly!”

“All I saw was the young man move his eyes a bit!”

“Me too!”

“Damn! Kicked three meters with one move—is this a movie?”

“Who says it isn’t?!”

“Crap! Damao and Ermao picked the wrong guy this time!”

Damao was still holding his baton, frozen mid-swing, while Ermao had already been sent flying.

Damao stared at Zhao Feng in shock. “You—you—what did you just do?!”

A smirk tugged at Zhao Feng’s lips. “Come on, then.”

His voice was light, yet in Damao’s ears, it was like the voice of a demon.

Damao retreated in fear, stumbling back a few steps. “Don’t come any closer!”

Zhao Feng smiled and advanced, raising his foot with each step.

With each step Zhao Feng took forward, Damao took one back, until he was pressed against the wall next to Ermao.

At that moment, Ermao finally slid down from the revolving glass door.

Ermao looked terrifying: drool hung from his mouth, his lips twisted, eyes askew, his whole body convulsing like someone in the throes of a seizure.

Damao, seeing him like this, was both shocked and furious. “What did you do to him?!”

Zhao Feng folded his arms, completely at ease. “Nothing much. Just struck a pressure point.”

“Pressure point?!”

“That’s right.”

“You expect me to believe that?!” Damao shouted, both angry and afraid.

Zhao Feng shrugged. “Believe it or not, it’s up to you.”

Damao’s face was icy. “Hurry up and undo it!”

Zhao Feng snorted coldly, his face indifferent. “Hand him over to Weiwei. Tell her she has three days to turn Wang Ze over! Otherwise, this is what will happen to her!”

Wang Ze was the partner who’d deceived Zhao Jun. After what had just happened, Zhao Feng no longer felt like going inside. This was the solution he’d come up with.

Damao’s face turned ashen. “How dare you! How dare you call Lady Weiwei by name!”

Zhao Feng laughed angrily. “So now Weiwei thinks she’s some local tyrant? Lady Weiwei, really?”

Damao’s face was grim.

Zhao Feng turned and left.

“Stop right there!” Damao shouted.

But Zhao Feng, unmoved by anything outside, walked straight away.

He approached the Audi A8, opened the door, and got in.

Leaning back in the seat, Zhao Feng crossed his legs. “Drive.”

Gulp.

Li Ping swallowed hard, still shaken by the image of Ermao being sent flying.

He wiped his brow. “Where to?”

“Anywhere,” Zhao Feng replied.

Li Ping rolled his eyes inwardly, though he dared not show it. “Anywhere is where?”

Zhao Feng stretched lazily. “I’m a little hungry. Let’s go to the snack street in the county.”

After a moment, the car still hadn’t started.

Zhao Feng frowned. “Why aren’t we moving yet?”

Li Ping replied awkwardly, “I don’t know where it is. Send me the location.”

Zhao Feng was speechless.

He took out his phone and sent Li Ping the location on WeChat.

“Alright!” Li Ping hit the gas, and the car sped off.

In fact, Zhao Feng had Li Ping on WeChat because Li Ping also played “Kings of Glory.” Zhao Feng often invited him to play together, though he always ended up being thrashed. Perhaps this was the only thing Li Ping could be proud of in front of Zhao Feng.

It took only ten minutes for Li Ping to drive them to the night market street in Huai’an County.

Glancing at the crowded street ahead, Li Ping said, “There are too many vendors up there. The car won’t get through.”

Zhao Feng yawned. “Just park here. We’ll walk.”

“Alright.”

The two got out. Li Ping locked the car, and they headed toward the street.

Zhao Feng walked along, hands behind his head, completely at ease.

Li Ping looked around, dazzled by the sheer number of street stalls.

“What, never seen anything like this before?” Zhao Feng asked.

Li Ping shook his head. “Honestly, I haven’t! This is my first time at a place like this.”

Zhao Feng rolled his eyes but said nothing more.

“What do you want to eat?” Li Ping asked.

Zhao Feng replied casually, “Go buy me some stinky tofu.”

“Alright!” Li Ping had clearly assigned himself the role of errand boy.

He turned to buy stinky tofu while Zhao Feng continued strolling, hands behind his head.

Suddenly, a voice called out, “Zhao Feng?!”

Zhao Feng turned in surprise, glancing back to see a girl of seventeen or eighteen, her face alight with excitement.