President Hao was no pushover either. He turned around and went to make a call to the company. He walked over, pointed at the other party, and shouted, "Don't you fucking leave! I'm calling people. Those with baskets, shut up! We'll take action in a minute!"
"Don't wait, come on!" the other person said, and charged forward.
The security guards quickly stopped them. A security captain walked over and shouted, "What are you doing? What are you all doing? Are you fighting here? Don't you know whose territory this is?"
"I don't care whose territory this is! I'll beat him to a pulp today, or I'll change my surname to his!"
A group of people were talking and about to rush forward when seven or eight security guards stopped them. The security captain shouted, "If you want to fight, go outside. Killing someone is none of our business. Fighting here is disrespecting Wolf Biao!"
After the security captain finished speaking, he ripped open his clothes, revealing a thick gold chain around his neck and dragon and tiger tattoos on his shoulders, making him look particularly intimidating.
"Go ask around in the martial arts world. I, Wolf Biao, am a well-known figure. I once stirred up trouble in Kangping!"
Everyone knows that in this kind of place, without someone to keep things in check, people would have already broken their brains. So they are quite restrained when facing Lang Biao, because that's their livelihood.
Feng Zhiyao was too familiar with people like Lang Biao, so he quietly tugged at Lu Feng and said, "Brother Feng, there are too many gangs like this, we can't afford to mess with them."
"Stay calm!" Lu Feng stood there calmly.
Even in Hong Kong, Fung Chi-yiu's stronghold, dealing with thugs and low-level gangsters who joined the gang was a headache. No matter how rich you were, they wouldn't respect you. On the contrary, the higher-ups were much easier to talk to.
A group of people were shouting that they wanted to go out and fight, saying that they wouldn't rest until they had a fight tonight. Boss Hao felt that he was almost there, so he followed them out and turned to Lu Feng, saying, "Brother, don't be afraid, I'm not just here for show!"
Lu Feng agreed and followed him out, looking like he was going to stand up for President Hao tonight. Feng Zhiyao hurriedly followed and whispered, "Brother Feng, don't get involved. We don't know anyone here. This President Hao doesn't have good intentions towards you either. If something really happens, he won't help you."
"It's none of your business, I know what I'm doing!" Lu Feng said coldly.
Feng Zhiyao looked at Lu Feng's back, which appeared so strong. At this moment, he seemed more like a passionate young man. No matter where he was or how many people were around, as long as he was displeased, he would dare to fight against a hundred people!
Feng Zhiyao spat on the ground. He had always felt that Lu Feng was not like a young man, lacking that passionate spirit. Tonight, he had found it.
Let's have a fight!
Three vans stopped not far away. The doors opened, and a group of young people got out, cursing and carrying weapons. The atmosphere was tense, and they seemed ready to fight at any moment.
A dozen or so people were scattered around the lobby entrance, watching the commotion, some even whispering among themselves.
Feng Zhiyao rolled up his sleeves and was about to walk forward when Lu Feng grabbed him and asked, "What are you doing?"
"Let's fight!"
"Are you out of your mind? Let's get out of here!" Lu Feng pulled him back.
"That's them! Kill them to death! Brothers, get them!" Boss Hao shouted, gesturing behind him as he charged forward.
Feng Zhiyao was pulled behind a small tree in the distance. His passionate heart turned cold at that moment. Brother Feng hadn't changed; he was still the same Brother Feng.
"Are you stupid? Why would you go up to a fight?" Lu Feng stared at him. How could this kid still be so clueless when he's with him?
I thought...
"What do you think? There are people who rush to take advantage, but I've never heard of people who rush to suffer losses. If a fight breaks out, who cares about you? They'll just punch a hole in you and everyone will scatter. Who cares about you then?" Lu Feng lectured him.
“I think we’re all young people, and besides, didn’t you slap Tang Zhongren in Hong Kong?” Feng Zhiyao muttered under his breath.
“There weren’t many people there that day, and it was a mess. Besides, I slapped him and backed away!” Seeing the fight starting, Lu Feng said, “Let’s go to the roadside, take a taxi back to the hotel, and then we won’t have to pay the bill. Let’s go!”
Feng Zhiyao was speechless. As a young man, he sometimes felt that Lu Feng was too cunning and lacked loyalty. He had also expressed this feeling to his father.
Mr. Feng told him that he had asked him to follow Lu Feng so that he could learn something, because many young people ruined themselves because of so-called "loyalty".
He hailed a taxi and headed straight for the hotel without looking back.
After Hao's two groups finished fighting, one side beat the other into submission. They swaggered around for a long time before both sides left. As for the police, nowadays there's really no need to call the police for fights; it's all private brawls. If you can't beat someone, you just keep quiet.
Where's my brother?
Mr. Hao looked around and realized that Lu Feng was no longer there.
The lobby manager and Lang Biao came out and asked General Manager Hao, "Would you like to continue playing?"
"What time is it? I'm not playing anymore. Damn it, my mood is ruined. Where's my brother?" Boss Hao pressed, a bad feeling creeping over him.
"We don't know. If you don't want to play anymore, please come with me to the front desk to settle the bill." The lobby manager said with a standard smile, "Your total bill is 8,329 yuan. We'll round it down to 8,000."
Just now, when they were fighting, President Hao was so imposing, but now he's so embarrassed. He didn't bring any money with him when he left home, and he was thinking of eating Lu Feng, but he didn't expect that bastard to run away.
"Make a note of it, just write 'Beigang Real Estate'!" General Manager Hao instructed.
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"Beigang, do you think I owe you anything? Are you trying to disrespect me?" General Manager Hao reached into his pocket and pulled out a pen.
"Don't even mention Beigang, even Shenfei doesn't keep accounts!" Lang Biao said.
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