"Otherwise, you're finished." Even though the leader was lying on the ground, he was still being arrogant, and it was unclear what he was so arrogant about.

"Dingsheng Group used to be involved in organized crime. Do you know Wang Qingmei?"

"What plum?"

"Wang Qingmei!"

"Wang what Mei?"

"Alright, alright, do you know that Baldy is a big name in the entire Jinghai area, a local tycoon?" The leader brought up another name.

The weak tend to invoke other people's names to bolster their own position when they are in a weak position.

It's not shameful enough.

"Bald? Wang Qingmei?" Li Changfeng muttered the two names. "That's interesting."

"Are you scared? If you're scared, then kowtow obediently."

"Otherwise, you won't even know how you died."

"Pfft!" Li Changfeng pressed the cigarette butt directly onto the leader's face, wisps of smoke rising from it.

The leader screamed and cried out in agony, writhing in agony.

"Damn it, you're doomed, you'll die a horrible death."

Li Changfeng stood up, took out his cell phone from his pocket, and dialed a number.

"Come here right now, within fifteen minutes," Li Changfeng said coldly.

"By the way, call Wang Qingmei along too, and see what your people are up to."

"Mr. Li..."

"Beep beep beep!" The call ended abruptly, giving the other party no chance to explain.

"Brother Feng, you should go back quickly. I'll handle things here," Mu Xiaodie said with great concern.

"No need, I'll wait here. Girl, get me a seat," Li Changfeng said leisurely.

"Brother Feng..."

"What's wrong? You can't even offer a stool when we come to your house? You expect our guest to stand?"

Mu Xiaodie sighed and went inside to get a stool.

Li Changfeng sat down casually, waiting for the person to arrive.

"Kid, if you don't die, I'll take your surname."

"I'm a son of a bitch, an orphan of the world," the leader said bitterly and resolutely.