Wu Feng, terrified by Chen Fan, could only invoke Wu Dao, seeing him as his last straw of hope.
Unbeknownst to him, Chen Fan was unmoved. He scoffed, "You think I should be afraid of your Jiuzhou Group?"
Wu Feng, catching the implication, immediately stated, "Our Jiuzhou Group's strength is considerable!"
"Let me tell you, you'd better not touch me!"
"Otherwise, you'll die a horrible death!"
Wu Feng attempted to intimidate.
"Let me tell you, I'm also Chairman Wu's godson!"
No wonder he was so arrogant; he had such a connection.
However, Chen Fan still didn't give him any face.
He slowly stood up.
Walking to Wu Feng, he picked up the red wine from the table.
Seeing this, Wu Feng's eyes widened, "You... what do you want to do?"
Chen Fan snorted coldly, "Nothing much, just inviting you to have a drink!"
Wu Feng resisted, "I... I won't drink, move aside!"
"Ahhh..."
Chen Fan said coldly, "Let me tell you, you have no say in this!"
He immediately grabbed Wu Feng by the neck, preventing him from moving, and then poured the wine directly into Wu Feng's mouth.
Wu Feng made gurgling sounds, unwilling to swallow, but he had no choice.
In this way, in a short time, Wu Feng had drunk all the suspicious red wine.
"You... you bastard, I will never let you off!"
"Ahhh..."
"Son of a bitch!"
*Slap!*
Chen Fan raised his hand and slapped Wu Feng. The force of the slap was neither too hard nor too soft, but he still went down softly, collapsing onto the ground.
Utterly disheveled.
Noticing Chen Fan's terrifying gaze, he dared not speak further, remaining as silent as a cicada in winter.
"You..."
After losing his resolve, Wu Feng lowered his head.
"I was wrong, please, spare me!"
"I'll never dare to do it again!"
"I... I'm sorry!"
Chen Fan coldly added, "Since Xia Bingqing has refused to cooperate with you, don't keep bothering her!"
"Yes, yes, yes!"
Wu Feng nodded like a pecking chicken.
Only then did Chen Fan stop troubling Wu Feng.
Then, he signaled to Xia Bingqing with his eyes.
She understood and went downstairs...
Once downstairs, Xia Bingqing asked, "Chen Fan, was there something wrong with that wine?"
Chen Fan nodded, "Yes... there was something wrong with it!"
Xia Bingqing was surprised, "Tsk tsk... how did you figure it out?"
"This... is too amazing!"
Chen Fan casually remarked, "I have fiery golden eyes; I can see everything!"
After speaking, his gaze fell upon Xia Bingqing.
After hearing what Chen Fan had just said, Xia Bingqing felt something was off, a little bit wrong.
"Ah, you..."
Xia Bingqing's small face flushed unnaturally.
Chen Fan noticed and asked, "What's wrong with your face? Are you sick?"
Xia Bingqing felt a bit embarrassed at this moment and replied testily, "I... I'm not sick, don't talk nonsense!"
"Then you..."
Xia Bingqing interrupted, "I'm fine, let's just go home quickly!"
Chen Fan was also somewhat puzzled; why did this woman feel so strange today?
However, Chen Fan didn't pay it much mind and drove Xia Bingqing home.
Then, he also returned to his rented apartment.
At the same time, Wu Feng's face was flushed red, and he felt as if he were a furnace.
He rolled around on the spot...
Extremely disheveled.
"Ah, I'm going to die!"
"Someone save me!"
"Take me to the hospital..."