Meanwhile, Lin Siming dragged Zhang Jiaoyan out of the mall at a brisk pace.
Ignoring the way his words slurred, he angrily yelled, "Jiao'er, let's go find your boss, Brother Dong!"
Upon hearing this, Zhang Jiaoyan immediately shoved Lin Siming away, calling him names with a look of disdain, "Pah, Lin Siming, I never expected you to be so spineless. Not only did you get beaten into a pulp, but you didn't get a single cent. Now you want me to ask Brother Dong to get revenge for you? Dream on!"
Seeing that the woman was about to turn on him, Lin Siming felt even more indignant.
However, for a petty thug like Lin Siming, finding a woman was already difficult enough. Moreover, he could only rely on Zhang Jiaoyan now.
He took a deep breath, suppressing the anger in his heart, and coaxed Zhang Jiaoyan, "My darling Jiao'er, how can you blame me for being spineless? That rich second-generation guy was too fierce!"
Zhang Jiaoyan crossed her arms, snorted lightly, and turned away.
Lin Siming quickly moved in front of Zhang Jiaoyan and said with a helpless expression, "Besides, I'm not looking for Brother Dong for revenge. You're Brother Dong's person, and now you've been beaten. Brother Dong will definitely want an explanation!"
Zhang Jiaoyan, who had been about to push Lin Siming away in disgust, suddenly her eyes lit up at his words, and she asked excitedly, "You mean you want Brother Dong to take us to rough up that handsome rich second-generation guy?"
"Heh heh, do you still want your sports car?" Lin Siming asked with a sly grin, his hands starting to get restless.
The thought of the sports car made Zhang Jiaoyan overlook Lin Siming's disgusting demeanor. "Alright, let's go find Brother Dong right now!"
After saying this, the two quickly arrived at an underground gambling den!
Lin Siming was very familiar with this place. It was where he had wooed Zhang Jiaoyan, or rather, where Zhang Jiaoyan, after getting drunk, had wooed him. xxs壹贰
*Slap!*
As soon as they entered, Zhang Jiaoyan's ample backside was slapped.
"Jiao'er, you're really messing around with this little punk? Heh heh."
"Get lost, you're the punk! My husband is very rich!"
Zhang Jiaoyan spat at the man and then dragged Lin Siming into a private room.
The room was filled with a haze of smoke, the smell of alcohol, betel nuts, and various other indescribable odors, making it a bit of an assault on the eyes.
Zhang Jiaoyan walked in and immediately spotted a man sitting there playing cards. She forced out a few tears and then rushed over, wailing loudly.
"Brother Dong, my sister was beaten. Are you going to do anything about it?"
Zhang Dong was a notorious gang leader on this street. Upon seeing Zhang Jiaoyan, his fellow townsman, he curled his lips, "You're always causing trouble. Who beat you this time?"
Zhang Jiaoyan immediately stepped forward and exaggerated the story.
She completely portrayed Ling Feng as an arrogant, wealthy playboy who kept women!
Zhang Dong's spirits lifted upon hearing this. He happened to have a bad hand of cards, so he immediately pushed them aside.
"Damn it, a rich second-generation guy dares to be so arrogant on my turf! He's got the nerve! Brothers, grab your weapons and let's go teach him a lesson!"
Zhang Dong had done this kind of thing many times.
Rich second-generation individuals were usually most troubled by people like Zhang Dong. As long as he found a reason to pester them, they would pay some money to avoid further trouble.
For Zhang Dong, this was a great opportunity to make a fortune, so how could he let it pass?
The others immediately became excited upon hearing this.
They hadn't had a job in a long time and were bored out of their minds!
So, a group of them swaggered out and soon arrived in front of the mall.
Zhang Dong put his arm around Lin Siming and said with a sinister grin, "Lin Siming, when we go up there later, you'll say your leg is broken, you hear me!"
"Yes, yes, Brother Dong, I'll do as you say, as long as I can get the money from my sister," Lin Siming said obsequiously.
"Damn it, your sister has no money! She bought a shop for twenty million and gave it to her? Is your sister's backside lined with gold, or diamonds? That rich second-generation guy is just playing around!" Zhang Dong said with disdain.
Lin Siming knew Zhang Dong's ferocity, so he didn't dare to argue and could only go along with him, "Heh heh, Brother Dong, you'll know when you see my sister when you go up there. My sister is incredibly beautiful."
"Haha, with your looks, how beautiful can your sister be?" Zhang Dong said, walking and patting the back of Lin Siming's head, as if he were playing with a dog.
As the group walked and talked, the people following behind them had fierce expressions, carrying sticks and other weapons.
Seeing this display, the surrounding pedestrians hurried to get out of the way.
The patrolling security personnel quickly notified their superiors about the matter.
Soon, the group arrived in front of the shop.
Zhang Dong sized it up a few times, his eyes immediately becoming fiery, but he tried his best to put on a dismissive expression, "Is this the shop?"
"Yes, Brother Dong, this is the shop that rich second-generation guy gave to my sister!" Lin Siming said proudly, seeing the shock in the eyes of others.
A hint of ruthlessness flashed in Zhang Dong's eyes, and he coldly ordered, "Smash the door for me first!"
Several thugs immediately rushed forward, swinging their sticks. With a crash, the glass door was instantly shattered into pieces.
"Ah! Sister Siqi, your brother brought people to smash the shop!"
The store employees were startled by the sudden loud noise and screamed as they ran inside.
Lin Siqi stood up in a panic upon hearing this, glanced at the smashed door outside, and almost fainted.
"Don't worry, I'll handle it!"
Ling Feng patted her shoulder and said calmly.
Lin Siqi was slightly stunned, but thinking of Ling Feng's strength, she felt a little more at ease.
However, she immediately thought that if her unpromising brother angered Ling Feng, Lin Siqi couldn't sit still and immediately chased after him.
"Ling Feng, forget it, let's call the police..." Lin Siqi said in a low voice, pulling Ling Feng's hand.
Before Ling Feng could reply, a young thug yelled dramatically.
"Yo, holy crap, Lin Siming, you little punk wasn't lying. Your sister is really stunning!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Dong swaggered in from outside.
He stared at Lin Siqi's eyes as if he wanted to devour her.
What was even more disgusting was that Zhang Dong kept scratching his crotch as he spoke, looking as lewd as possible.
Lin Siqi was immediately frightened and hid behind Ling Feng.
"Brother Dong, it's this guy! He's the one who broke my leg!"
Lin Siming stepped forward, pointed at Ling Feng, and shouted, then sat on the ground clutching his leg, groaning incessantly.
Zhang Jiaoyan, standing beside him, also cooperatively squatted by Lin Siming's side, pointing at Ling Feng and scolding, "It's you! You think you're so great just because you have some money, you forcibly kept my husband's sister, and then you beat up my husband!"
As they shouted, the show officially began!
Zhang Dong stared at Ling Feng, looking him up and down, and said with a cold smile, "Heh heh, oh, this young master is dressed quite low-key! Did you buy this shop as a gift for Lin Siming's sister?"
"Does it have anything to do with you?" Ling Feng replied dismissively.
Seeing Ling Feng's arrogant demeanor, Zhang Dong was immediately convinced that everything Zhang Jiaoyan had said was true, and he grinned sinisterly.
"Heh heh, of course, it has something to do with me! This shop is yours, and my sister and brother-in-law were beaten by you in your shop and had their legs broken. You owe me, Zhang Dong, an explanation!"
Lin Siqi couldn't help but scold, "You're talking nonsense! Xiao Ming's leg isn't broken at all!"
"Heh heh, you don't get to say whether it's broken or not!"
Zhang Dong stared at Lin Siqi again and scratched his crotch. He had made up his mind that he had to have this woman.
After thinking for a moment, he turned to Ling Feng and said, "This matter is easily resolved. I don't want much, just one million per leg! Take the money now, and I'll leave with my men! If you don't pay, heh heh..."
"One million?" Ling Feng's lips curved into a playful smile.
"Yes, one million, not a penny less!" Zhang Dong said with absolute certainty.
Ling Feng shook his head and said, "One million is too little. How about I give you ten million?"