Chapter 908: Chapter 908: Another Slap
Lu Mei was contemplating, just about to speak.
The fat man turned around and slapped Lu Mei across the face. Lu Mei was completely caught off guard, and Xia Peng, next to her, was even more bewildered. Could it be that this fat man wasn’t called by Sister Mei?
Lu Mei looked bewildered, covering her face, and turned to the fat man.
"You, what gives you the right to hit me!"
The fat man smirked, looking at Lu Mei’s face: "Hmm, now it’s more symmetrical. Swelling on just one side didn’t look too even."
"As for why I hit you, it’s because you deserve it. Is that reason enough?"
The fat man looked at Lu Mei arrogantly.
"You!"
The fat man turned away, completely ignoring Lu Mei, running over to Li Feng: "Young Master Feng, I wasn’t late, was I?"
"Actually, you didn’t even need to lift a hand. Just mentioning you’re the Young Master Feng of Outer Heaven, who in this bunch of bastards would dare to make a move."
"Ah, Young Master Feng, you’re just too low-key. So low-key that these bastards have only heard your name."
Li Feng looked at the bootlicking Wang Qian.
"Ha, really?"
Wang Qian nodded repeatedly: "Of course, in Huacheng, who wouldn’t have heard of you, Young Master Feng of Hidden Dragon in Outer Heaven."
After Wang Qian finished speaking, he turned to look at Liu Gang and the others across from him: "Haven’t you guys heard of him?"
"Gulp."
Liu Gang and the others swallowed a mouthful of saliva. Hidden Dragon, Young Master Feng, they actually hadn’t heard of this.
Seeing their expressions, Wang Qian immediately felt displeased, sneering as he looked over: "You haven’t even heard of the great name of Young Master Feng, stumbling through life without even wiping your eyes, you deserve to be unlucky."
Wang Qian stepped forward.
Before Liu Gang could understand what was happening, two sturdy men in black suits had grabbed his shoulders, and Wang Qian picked up a baseball bat, smashing it hard against Liu Gang’s arm.
"Ah!"
A miserable scream was heard.
Liu Gang fell on the ground directly, clutching his shoulder with one hand, writhing in pain, as Wang Qian looked down at him.
"Daring to gesture at Young Master Feng, you sure have guts."
"You used this arm to hit people earlier, so I’m breaking one of your arms. Fair, right?"
Wang Qian said with a cold smirk, raising his eyes to look at the others: "As for you, daring to block Young Master Feng’s door, disturbing his peace."
"Each of you, break one of their damn legs, so they learn their lesson."
Wang Qian ordered with a cold grin, and the next second, the entire room was filled with screams.
Lu Mei’s face flushed red, not knowing whether it was from swelling or sheer frustration, while Xia Peng beside her swallowed a mouthful of saliva, looking again at Li Feng sitting on the sofa, wondering what kind of person this guy was.
At this moment.
A few more people came out of the elevator, followed by two bodyguards who also doubled as drivers.
The two saw the tragic scene in the corridor, their faces turning pale, realizing they were still late. They exchanged a glance and walked into the suite.
"Uncle Wu, Dad."
Lu Mei looked at the two entering from outside, equally shocked, but she quickly approached, as if she’d found a backbone.
"Dad, you have to stand up for me. Your daughter was bullied terribly, look at how they hit my face."
Lu Youwen looked at the slap marks on both sides of Lu Mei’s face, anger rising, and without hesitation, gave Lu Mei a slap on the face.
"Well deserved, you really needed that beating."
"Ah!"
Lu Mei, bewildered, was slapped again. What was happening?
"Mr. Qian."
The two walked past Lu Mei, looking at the fat Wang Qian, who grunted: "Please, save some manners in front of Young Master Feng."
"Young Master Feng."
The two raised their eyes to look at Li Feng sitting on the sofa, with an expression of respect.
"Are you the owner of this hotel?"
Li Feng looked over, and Wu Youpeng nodded repeatedly: "Young Master Feng, I am Wu Youpeng, the owner of this hotel. I’ve heard much about you, but never had the chance to meet. It’s truly our hotel’s great honor to have you visit."
"Ha, it’s an honor for you, but I’m not too comfortable here. Does anyone just get a room key in your hotel?"
Wu Youpeng swallowed a mouthful of saliva: "Young Master Feng, I will give you an explanation for this matter."
"You’d better."
"Wu Liang, how are you managing as a manager?" Wu Youpeng turned around, looking at the on-duty manager present, who was actually a relative of his. But right now, he couldn’t care less.
"Boss, I was forced. Miss Lu brought you up to pressure me, and she’s also our hotel’s Supreme VIP, I...!"
Before the manager could finish explaining, Wu Youpeng charged forward: "Making excuses, I let you make excuses, you can’t handle things right and you’re shifting the blame."
Slap, slap.
Wu Youpeng went up and slapped the manager a few times: "You’re fired, pack up and leave immediately."
"I, I...!"
"What are you mumbling for, I told you to get out at once."
Wu Youpeng said and kicked him.
Lu Mei watched as Uncle Wu was so fierce, the manager seemed to be a nephew of this Uncle Wu.
Wu Youpeng kicked the person out before turning back: "Young Master Feng, it was our hotel’s mistake, I guarantee it won’t happen again in the future. Furthermore, Young Master Feng, your expenses in our hotel will be waived from now on."
Wang Qian, standing nearby, snorted coldly: "Who do you think you’re slighting? Does Young Master Feng need money, or do you think Wang Qian doesn’t have money?"
"Mr. Qian, what you’re saying, there’s no way you’d lack money!"
"I just wanted to express my respect for Young Master Feng, no other intention, see how careless I am."
Wu Youpeng said, slapping his own mouth lightly.
"Let’s leave it at that."
Li Feng glanced at Wu Youpeng. The other party wasn’t even considered a supporting role, and as for their compensation, even if they gave him the hotel, he wouldn’t bother with it.
Compared to Outer Heaven, this hotel was clearly a notch below.
If it weren’t for the proximity to the University Town, Li Feng wouldn’t have come here.
Li Feng raised his eyes, looking at Lu Youwen.
"Chairman Lu, we do have a bit of a relationship, but your daughter seems not too bright, being so reckless for a man."
"Today I’ll give you some face, take your daughter back, and let this matter end here."
"Mr. Wu, get me another room, this one has become a bit messy."
"Yes, Young Master Feng, I’ll arrange it right away."
Wu Youpeng responded quickly.
"Wang Qian, let everyone disperse."
Li Feng said to Wang Qian, who nodded: "Yes, Young Master Feng."
Li Feng took Zhou Zhishan and left the chaotic presidential suite, moving into another presidential suite.
"Brother Feng, the previous matter isn’t finished yet...!"
Zhou Zhishan entered as soon as they did, feeling impatient. This man was too charming.
After arranging things for Li Feng, Wu Youpeng let out a breath of relief, knowing that Li Feng hadn’t left their hotel, allowing him to finally relax.
Young Master Feng of Huacheng was someone you couldn’t avoid in the city.
The last person to be targeted by him was the Qi Family of the Sihai Group. The trillion-dollar Sihai Group disintegrated within three months, and as for the whole Qi Family, there wasn’t even a trace left.
Wu Youpeng stepped back into the previous suite.
"Old Lu, your daughter needs some discipline."