The secretary wrote down the phone number as Lin Feng instructed, and helped Jiang Li to the door before suddenly turning around and asking, "What are you going to do? Should I come back to help you later?"

"Come on, I'll be thankful if you don't cause me any trouble, so go back quickly." Lin Feng showed a relatively friendly smile: "You guys go quickly, I'll come find you when I finish what I'm doing."

As soon as the two people left, the door of the box was locked from the outside.

You are really brave. Just pray that Mr. Deng is okay today. If anything happens to him, you don't have to plan to leave here today.

Lin Feng took out a cigarette from his pocket, took a deep puff, sat on the sofa as if nothing had happened, crossed his legs and said, "It's better that nothing happens to this bastard, otherwise he will be in trouble."

Not surprisingly, the club did not choose to call the police to deal with this matter. After all, this kind of thing is not very glorious, and if the police come to handle this matter, they will not be able to intervene, which is what they do not want to see.

Soon, they contacted a private doctor, who rushed over. After a physical examination and treatment of Mr. Deng, he slowly woke up.

The manager asked, "How is it, is everything alright?"

"It's nothing, just some minor fractures and muscle strains. They will heal on their own, but to be on the safe side, I still recommend you go to the hospital for a checkup. That's safer."

After the private doctor finished speaking, the manager handed him a few bills in person. After he left, President Deng began to curse: "Damn it, you absolutely cannot let this kid go like this. It's too easy for him. I spent money in your club, but I was beaten up like this. I don't care. You must give me an explanation today!"

"Boss Deng, you can rest assured that our club will be responsible for your safety to the end."

After the manager finished speaking, he slowly turned his head and when he looked at Lin Feng, his expression became a little stern: "Sir, I think you heard what Mr. Deng said. I will be the peacemaker and settle this matter. What do you think?"

"Okay, I have no problem." Lin Feng swung his legs and smoked leisurely. It seemed that he didn't care about this matter at all. If Lin Feng was not afraid that the matter would get out of hand and get to Shen Qingxue, he would have been so easy to talk to.

The manager frowned tightly. Their club had all the big shots as their backers, so he was not afraid of anyone who came to their club to cause trouble. At worst, he would just break their bones and throw them out. Someone would handle the rest of the matter, but this time was a little different.

This man looked so relaxed and contented that he really couldn't tell his true nature. If it wasn't for someone above making special arrangements, he didn't want to offend anyone. Who knew if the person he offended had any background.

Ultimately, it's because Mr. Deng's rank is too low, and their club is unwilling to stand up for him. He's just a small entry-level member. Doing such a thing of forcing oneself on someone in the club wouldn't sound good even if it got out. What's more serious is that someone would come to the door and beat him up, which would be even more embarrassing.

The manager was a shrewd man. Although he felt a little disdainful of the two, he handled the matter very straightforwardly: "That's it. Two hundred and fifty thousand is the compensation for Mr. Deng. As for the loss of the club, since Mr. Deng is also our old customer, I will not pursue it. What do you think of this result?"

Just let it go? Mr. Deng opened his mouth and was about to add a few additional conditions. He had to make this guy kowtow to him before he could leave.

As a result, he caught a glimpse of Lin Feng's eyes out of the corner of his eye, and thinking back to the scene just now, he couldn't help but shudder. Suddenly, he felt that reconciliation was not unacceptable.

The feeling of walking on the edge of death just now reminded him constantly what would happen if he offended Lin Feng. If Lin Feng were to rise again, he would be the only one to suffer.

President Deng snorted coldly, acknowledging the result.

The manager confirmed with Lin Feng again: "Is that the decision?"

Lin Feng put out his cigarette and shrugged: "No problem, it's fine."

It was the manager's turn to be a little surprised. Two hundred and fifty thousand was not a small amount of money. The owner on the other side actually agreed without even thinking about it. Was there something wrong with the information mentioned above? That was not right.

The manager has seen countless people over the years and is very good at judging people. He observed Lin Feng's every move. Judging from his watch and brand-name suit, this person could not be a small figure. At the very least, he must be a well-known person. If the above information is correct, then he is just bluffing.

Without waiting for him to continue guessing, Lin Feng asked: "Then what? How to deal with it?"

"Then? How to deal with it?" The manager was stunned by Lin Feng's question. Obviously, this was not within his consideration.

Lin Feng asked as a matter of course: "I have accepted your conditions, so what about my compensation? How do you plan to deal with it?"

President Deng was so angry that he started to curse: "Fuck you, you beat me up like this, and you still ask me for compensation? How can I compensate you? If I don't fucking kill you, you should kowtow to me and thank me."

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Lin Feng stood up and rolled up his sleeves: "Beat you? Beating you lightly is too light. Why don't you know how to beat me? I feel it's far from enough."

President Deng was once again shocked. Lin Feng was ready to attack again. He had almost beaten him into a pig's head. Wasn't that enough? Could it be that he really wanted to kill him to be satisfied?

Out of fear of Lin Feng, he subconsciously took a few steps back, and a look of panic appeared on his face. He didn't want to experience the same thing again as Lin Feng stuffing his head into the bathtub.

The manager interrupted their conversation: "Mr. Lin, why don't I understand what you said? Mr. Jiang was injured? Why didn't I see it? Maybe you remembered it wrongly?"

Although Mr. Deng's brain was like a pig's, he was also a smart man. He immediately echoed loudly: "Yes, it was obviously her accident that caused her to fall. What does it have to do with me?"

The manager smiled jokingly: "Just look at it, I said this was a misunderstanding, the fact is that you hurt Mr. Deng, a fact that is obvious to all."

Lin Feng did not argue. There was no point in arguing now: "You are trying to turn black into white, right? Oh, so you guys are going to play dumb with me about this, right? This is really interesting."