Chapter 900 Welcoming the Iron Fist



"What are you doing?" A low shout rang out, and the man in his thirties, who was the leader, pulled out his sidearm without saying a word and emptied the entire magazine into the air.

Gunshots rang out in the air, and the surrounding villagers were terrified, turning around and running away.

At this moment, not only were Paizhen and his group dumbfounded, but even Sirami was stunned. A dozen or so people walked over, and the man in the lead looked Sirami up and down and asked, "Is this Sirami?"

Sirami nodded blankly, wondering why these people wanted to see him.

"Hello, I am Ramana, the captain of the Royal Guard. Prince Maha sent me to protect you!" Ramana saluted Sirami and looked at Pajang and the others.

Paizhen was trembling with fear. He was a man of the world, so of course he knew who was in charge of this country.

"I'm...I'm sorry, we're good friends!" Pai-jin forced a smile that looked more like a grimace.

Fifteen minutes later, all twenty-odd people were captured. The court sentenced them at noon, and they were executed in the afternoon. For them, it was just to save face for the court and go through the motions. Otherwise, they would have all been shot on the spot, and it wouldn't have been a big deal.

All the leaders in charge of this area came and said that Sirami had set an example for women in the area by studying hard and getting into university. They would reward her with a house and a certain amount of bonus.

Everything changed too quickly. In an instant, Sirami became the pride of the surrounding area. Looking at the people in the village, she felt nothing but envy.

No matter how much people used to dislike her family, they now greet her with smiles.

For the first time, she experienced the benefits of power. She realized how easy it was to change things, and that everything she had ever longed for was within her grasp. She didn't need to fight against fate or gamble her entire life.

Even her disobedient younger brother became an obedient child standing in front of Ramana, submitting to everything.

This feeling caused cracks to appear in her once rock-solid heart. If she could get it by giving up something less important, it would definitely be a worthwhile deal.

Often, earnestly persuading someone is not as effective as a shocking reality.

Around noon, Lu Feng had lunch with Srirasmi at a restaurant in Bangkok. Ramana had already returned after completing her mission, and Lu Feng could sense something different about her at the dinner table.

Many people in this world look down on wealth because most people in this world have never experienced the life of the rich. Just staying in an InterContinental Hotel for a while, eating a few Western meals, and riding in a luxury car a few times is enough to make young girls fall into depravity, let alone when they have the power to do whatever they want.

There are too many people in this world who hate privilege. They don't hate privilege itself, they just hate that privilege cannot be used for their own benefit!

While eating, Sirami looked up at Lu Feng and asked, "Will I ever see him again?"

"Of course you can. He's already sent people to help you." Lu Feng looked at her and said, "You can listen to the Cinderella and Prince story, but don't take it seriously. Remember, he has many women around him. You'll need to use your brain to figure out how to stay with him."

“I know!” Sirami understood that she didn’t have a prominent family background. She said to Lu Feng, “As long as you help me, I will naturally not forget you. I don’t have any background, so I hope you will help me more.”

"Cheers!" Lu Feng raised his wine glass and clinked it against hers.

This matter no longer needed Da Gui's help. As Maha and Srirasmi entered, countless invitations came like snowflakes, and many CEOs even wanted to sponsor the event, offering millions or tens of millions of yuan in red envelopes as a token of appreciation.

Lu Feng refused all the money, telling Sirami to stay in the hotel without worry. He went to see Thompala in the afternoon. In just a few days, he had lost a lot of weight and was rushing to various events every day, with a makeup artist by his side, just like a celebrity.

"Have you chosen a venue yet?" Lu Feng asked.

“We’ve already chosen a large stadium that can hold over 10,000 people, and we’ve already started promoting it. The tickets are very cheap, only one baht, and they’re already sold out.” Kevin seemed quite excited as he said, “The label of patriotism is really inspiring.”

"If you only have a label but no product strength, it's all for nothing. But we're different; we have the strength." Lu Feng said with a smile, "Now, let these international giants face the iron fist!"

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