443: Chapter 443: He is someone you can’t afford to mess with 443: Chapter 443: He is someone you can’t afford to mess with Ye Chenfeng did not answer Mao Kangping’s questions, simply hanging up the phone.
Since Mao Kangping was in the private room next door, Ye Chenfeng had no objection to checking it out, to see what kind of trouble Mao Kangping had really gotten into.
After all, Ye Chenfeng knew Mao Kangping, and Mao Kangping hadn’t given him any reason to be repulsed.
If he could lend a hand easily, Ye Chenfeng certainly wouldn’t stand by and do nothing.
He casually said to Monkey and the others, “Wait for me here in the private room for a bit, I’ll be right back.”
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In room number seven of Haowei Residence, Mao Kangping heard the “beep beep beep” of the busy signal on the phone and his face turned bitter.
He hadn’t expected Ye Chenfeng, after spouting a bunch of nonsense, to actually hang up on him.
Just as he hesitated whether to call Ye Chenfeng’s mobile number again, Sun Zhian said coldly, “What?
Looks like no one wants to lend you money, does it?
Looks like you and your son’s lives will have to stay in Capital City.”
Bent over with blood streaming from his nose, Mao Yajie rubbed his sore stomach, then wiped the blood from his nose with the back of his hand and slowly straightened up, staring at Sun Zhian and saying, “Is there no law in society anymore?
You think you can just kill people whenever you wish?
Does Capital City belong to you?
As far as I know, Fiend Snake Club is nothing but a third-rate gang in Capital City.
Do you, Sun Zhian, really have that capability?”
Mao Yajie, full of youthful vigor and fiery blood, often acted without considering the consequences.
Although what he said was not wrong, the Fiend Snake Club, a gang of no significance, became a towering presence before him and his father.
“Mao Yajie, do you have any self-awareness at all?
A piece of trash that can only flap his gums, it’s easier for Zhian to crush you and your father than to crush two ants, and yet you dare target me?
Even if I were blind, I wouldn’t take a second look at a loser like you,” Hua Qiaoli stood up from Sun Zhian’s thigh and scoffed disdainfully from her throat.
Sun Zhian also stood up from his chair, rolling his shoulders and said, “Mao Yajie, as you said, our Fiend Snake Club can barely squeeze into the ranks of third-rate gangs in Capital City, but do you think you have the right to speak to me like that?
Do you think you’re the president of the Victory Sky Society?”
“The Victory Sky Society is now the top gang in Capital City, and this restaurant is one of the Victory Sky Society’s properties.
If you’re capable, get someone from Victory Sky Society to vouch for you!
Do you have that ability?
If you two can’t come up with five million today, each of you will leave one hand behind.
You should be thankful for my generosity, as I was originally prepared to send you two off to meet King Yama.”
With each sarcastic remark from Hua Qiaoli and Sun Zhian, Mao Yajie’s sense of suffocation grew more intense, and he even began to tremble.
In front of the entire Fiend Snake Club, he indeed felt powerless.
“So, want to try making a couple more phone calls?
I can still wait for an hour or two, don’t say that I, Sun Zhian…” Sun Zhian teased, looking at Mao Kangping.
“Wow~, this place is quite lively!” Sun Zhian didn’t finish his sentence when a carefree voice interrupted him.
Upon hearing the voice, everyone in the private room turned their attention to the door, where they saw a young man in his twenties, pushing the door open and entering.
Sun Zhian asked with unfriendly tones, “Who are you?
Is this your room to just barge into as you please?”
When Mao Kangping saw the figure of the young man at the door, his face flushed with excitement.
He hadn’t expected Ye Chenfeng, who had just hung up the call, to suddenly walk into private room number seven.
With Ye Chenfeng’s presence, Mao Kangping believed that today, he and his son would definitely be fine.
With Ye Chenfeng’s miraculous means, they could surely be saved.
“Mr.
Ye, what are you doing in Capital City?
No wonder you just asked me where I was,” Mao Kangping respectfully said to Ye Chenfeng, already placing Ye Chenfeng beyond the category of a normal human being in his mind.
In front of Ye Chenfeng, he couldn’t help but maintain this low stance, which was also a form of respect for Ye Chenfeng.
“So it’s someone you know!
Well, this makes things a lot easier, are you here to repay their debt?” Sun Zhian felt particularly awkward and strange inside as Mao Kangping, a middle-aged man, addressed a youth in his twenties as ‘sir.’
Ye Chenfeng completely ignored Sun Zhian, and after learning the full story from Mao Kangping, he looked directly at Sun Zhian and said, “You have two minutes to kneel and apologize, or else bear the consequences.”
“Hahaha—” After a brief pause, Sun Zhian burst into loud laughter and said, “Am I hearing things wrong?
You want me to kneel and apologize?
Do you know who I am?
My dad is the president of the Fiend Snake Club, and who the hell are you to show up out of nowhere?”
Mao Kangping was unaware of Ye Chenfeng’s identity.
Even though Ye Chenfeng possessed miraculous means, concern was still inevitably written on his face.
This was after all the capital of Huaxia Country, unlike the border regions where one could kill with impunity, ruling based on sheer martial strength.
In the metropolis of Capital City, it was all about connections.
“I’ll say it again, hand over five million and you can leave here safely.
My patience is very limited,” Sun Zhian’s face grew increasingly grim.
Ye Chenfeng treated Sun Zhian’s threat as a fart, saying, “My patience is even more limited than yours.
Make the right decision before two minutes are up, and do it quickly!”
“Such arrogance.
It seems I really need to teach you a lesson today.” Sun Zhian, displeased, ordered the nearby Praying Mantis, “Praying Mantis, take good care of him.
Let him experience what unimaginable pain feels like, will you?”
Praying Mantis twisted his neck, a disdainful sneer hanging from the corners of his mouth.
In his view, Ye Chenfeng in front of him posed no threat at all.
He believed he could make Ye Chenfeng fall to the ground, unable to get up again, within three moves.
“Just relax, kid.
That way, maybe you’ll suffer a bit less pain,” Praying Mantis walked toward Ye Chenfeng.
Ye Chenfeng’s figure also moved, incredibly fast.
Now that his Soul Force had risen to Level Nine, his speed had naturally doubled.
Just as Praying Mantis took two steps, Ye Chenfeng’s figure appeared in front of him, his right palm already gripping Praying Mantis’ throat.
With just a bit more strength from Ye Chenfeng’s palm, Praying Mantis was sure to die.
Praying Mantis’ twitching arms stopped instantly, cold sweat pouring out of his forehead, his facial expression frozen, his mouth slightly agape, his heartbeat accelerating rapidly.
What was this situation?
What exactly was going on?
Sun Zhian, who had been waiting to enjoy the spectacle, was shocked beyond words at this scene.
Mao Yajie’s eyes were wide; he didn’t know what relationship Ye Chenfeng had with his father.
But he hadn’t expected Ye Chenfeng to possess such extraordinary skill!
The calmest in the private room was undoubtedly Mao Kangping.
He knew all too well that Ye Chenfeng was someone who didn’t even fear bullets.
Even if everyone in the room joined forces, they surely wouldn’t be a match for Ye Chenfeng.
“Exactly who are you?
Do you really want to oppose the Fiend Snake Club?” Sun Zhian, having regained his wits, asked urgently.
“He’s someone you can’t afford to provoke.”
The door to private room number seven was pushed open again, with Brother Hu leading the way.
They hadn’t waited for Ye Chen to return in private room number eight, so they had come out together to see what their leader was dealing with.
Others who saw Brother Hu and his group didn’t show much change in expression.
But Praying Mantis, whose throat was clutched by Ye Chen, paled even more.
He had had the fortune to catch a glimpse of Brother Hu two days ago and knew that Brother Hu was a senior figure in the Victory Sky Society.
Now it seemed Brother Hu had come to back up Ye Chen.
This gave him a very bad premonition.
“Boss, did these scumbags bother you?” Brother Hu walked up to Ye Chenfeng’s side and asked respectfully.
This time, Praying Mantis was completely dumbfounded, almost peeing himself in terror.
The only person who could make the Victory Sky Society’s Brother Hu call him boss was probably the president of the Victory Sky Society, right?
It was said that the president of the Victory Sky Society was a young man, and all the evidence suggested that the young man clutching his throat was most likely the president of Victory Sky Society.
(To be continued.
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