Chapter Fifteen Pipes

  Seeing Zhang Shidong standing at the door, Lu Feng and others exchanged a glance and burst out laughing, as if they had heard the biggest joke of the year. Lu Feng, Xiaozi Guan and that fatty were all laughing with their heads thrown back, and even tears came out from the corners of Lu Feng's eyes. In the midst of laughter, Lu Feng suddenly froze his expression, pointed at Zhang Shidong and said in a cold voice: "Beat me up, I'll take responsibility if you kill me."

  You haven't killed anyone in over a decade, that's definitely bragging, I dare to kill you and it's not bragging.

  Squeeze, got it!

  Rustle, crunch!

  Bang! Crash!

  Clutching the incoming fist, he pulled it into his arms and bumped his knee against the opponent's belly.

  Twist your arm, turn left and right, and see the swinging arm bring the whole body tumbling to the ground.

  His shoulder crashed into his chest, and the incoming person flew out and crashed onto the coffee table.

  The man with the dragon tattoo on his arm swung a wine bottle at Zhang Shidong's forehead, but Zhang Shidong, who was walking along a straight and fierce path, suddenly softened his hands and wrists, actively meeting the attack. At the moment of contact with the bottle, the soft power held up the bottle, using absolute strength to counterattack, and the arcing wine bottle followed its original arc, being pressed by Zhang Shidong's hand as it countered back, exploding on the dragon-tattooed man's head with a loud crash, leaving behind scattered wine stains.

  Rushing into the room, in the blink of an eye, Lu Feng and his two companions had taken down all the thugs who had been brought in to intimidate them, their anguished cries serving as a backdrop for Zhang Shidong's majestic presence.

  Lu Feng subconsciously wanted to rush to Zhang Yiqing's side and grab her as a hostage. The next second, he regretted it, feeling his neck tighten, his feet leave the ground, and a loud "thud" sound came from behind him. A severe pain spread through his back, blood rushed to his face, making it bright red, his hands and feet constantly struggled, trying to break free but feeling the restraint on his neck getting tighter.

  "You guys, can't even get a job as professional bodyguards? And you call yourselves insiders? I overestimated you." Zhang Shidong's right hand pinched Lu Feng's neck, pressing his body forward with a fierce thrust of several steps. The impact caused the flimsy wall of the package house to crack, and Lu Feng's body was partially embedded in the wall. A large mouthful of blood spilled from his mouth, his eyes rolled back, and he clearly felt his air supply being cut off.

  "You, you, what are you doing? Let him go, let him go!" The fatty stood up and tried to stop him, but was kicked in the stomach by Zhang Shidong and flew backwards, crashing into the decorative mirror behind the sofa.

  "Ah!"

  The girl in the room covered her head and screamed loudly.

  Lu Feng felt like he was about to die, unable to catch his breath. The face inches from his own showed no signs of tension - did he not know that he was about to take a life?

  "It's been over ten days since I last killed someone."

  Suddenly, a sentence popped up in Lu Feng's mind. Could it be true? No way, absolutely impossible.

  He didn't believe it, but someone did. The lustful thin man pushed open the girl who was shrinking in his arms and stood up to express his attitude: "Mo Wei, his uncle is the deputy secretary of the Political and Legal Committee, I'm Guan Guan, I'm a member of the Guan family, you dare to kill people, but how many people can you kill? You don't want to bring trouble to Director Zhang either?"

  "I said, I haven't killed anyone in over a dozen days." Zhang Shidong pinched Lu Feng's thumb and index finger with slight force, and immediately heard the sound of dripping coming from his crotch, accompanied by a whiff of urine smell. Nothing could make him not fear for his life when faced with mortal danger.

  Qiangzi gritted his teeth, grabbed the wine bottle beside him and slammed it against his own forehead, blood flowing out from the impact: "I'm afraid of death, but I think you don't want to really kill anyone either. Today we're in the wrong, let's make amends at Zhang's mansion another day."

  Zhang Shidong loosened his grip, and Lu Feng slid slowly down the wall, covering his neck with both hands, coughing violently and gasping for breath.

  "I won't leave, you don't have to be afraid, I'll wait until the reinforcements you're expecting arrive. And by the way, that last move of yours was unprofessional..."

  Boom!

  A bottle of Chivas was smashed heavily on Guan's head, the bottle didn't break, but Guan had already fainted and fell backwards onto the sofa, a huge bump protruded from his hair, he convulsed several times on the sofa without fainting, nor did he dare to stand up and confront this man who was like a mad dog.

  "Brother." Zhang Yiqing timidly pulled on Zhang Shidong's sleeve, she was afraid, it seemed as if she had seen her brother from the past. The past was filled with disgust, but now looking back at it brought a special kind of feeling, originally, being protected by someone felt like this, no wonder all the little girls nowadays liked those young thugs.

  "Don't be afraid." Zhang Shidong patted his sister's hand and lit a cigarette, waiting...

  This is the first time and also the last time. I'm going to make a useless Luo Feng afraid, so that tens of millions of 'Luo Fengs' know that dragons have reverse scales, and those who touch them will perish.

  A chaotic rush of footsteps echoed in the corridor, a group of young people carrying choppers and hoes rushed up, saw a room full of comrades in disarray, and swung their weapons at Zhang Shidong.

  Zhang Shidong's mouth curled up in a disdainful smile as he pulled Zhang Yiqing behind him, his body leaning forward, snatching a hoe from someone. He strolled through the corridor with an air of leisure, knocking down people who rushed in, and pushing back those who swarmed into the room. The young men holding batons and other weapons in the hallway were unable to move forward. Amidst the chaos, Zhang Shidong even kicked several fallen wine bottles flying, sending those who had recovered from their injuries and wanted to sneak up on him or grab Zhang Yiqing crashing back down to the ground.

  In many places in Pingjiang, many individuals received almost identical phone calls at the same time. 9191 Bar, a fight between several young people, and a small lever moved this giant vessel of Pingjiang City.

  Zhang Shidong didn't move, the people outside rushed in, time passed bit by bit, and more and more people were knocked down. Finally, the thugs retreated like a tide under the gaze of the crowd, and the man holding the pickaxe had staged a heroic solo performance for them. The entire room was silent, Guan Guan and Mo Wei looked at Lu Feng with a hint of resentment, "You little devil, what kind of guy have you provoked, so ferocious?"

  Lu Feng felt even more humiliated, first his beloved car was smashed, then he was scared to the point of wetting his pants in front of everyone, and by tomorrow morning the whole city of Pingjiang would know about Lu Dashi's 'encounter' tonight. He had lost both dignity and face, so he gritted his teeth and dialed his father's phone number.

  "Oh no, oh no, oh no!"

  Inside the corridor, at the entrance of the private room, more than a dozen injured people sat on the ground, covering their heads and bowing their heads in pain, struggling to get up and walk out. Even the thugs inside the private room didn't stop them from leaving Zhang Shidong. He was waiting for the main person, today's matter must have a result that would make the whole Pingjiang remember.

  In his heart, Zhang Shidong also blamed himself. He didn't take the fake gentleman Lu Feng seriously and didn't expect them to be so bold as to dare to capture the daughter of a deputy director of a branch bureau. If because of his own fault, his sister suffered any harm, he would never forgive himself for his entire life.

  Zhang Jun was in a meeting when he received a phone call. Facing the director's gaze, which suggested that one thing was better than many, he turned around and left the conference room immediately. Su Fang hastily drove over, speeding all the way to the entrance of the bar, where she stopped the car across from it.

  "Su Fang, you go down."

  Zhang Jun puffed on his cigarette, the anger in his heart unable to be suppressed. What about Dingxin Group? If my son and daughter had even a single hair harmed today, I'd give up this deputy director position if that's what it took!

  ………

  Municipal committee compound, villas.

  A elegant woman was looking at the documents on the dinner table while eating, and sitting next to her was a middle-aged man with a lot of charm.

  Boom!

  The villa door was pushed open violently, and Zhao Ya rushed in with a red face, shouting at the elegant woman: "Didn't I call you this afternoon? Why didn't you warn them? How dare that bastard Lu Feng be so reckless!"

  The elegant woman raised her head, and her eyebrows furrowed behind her glasses: "Yaer, stop being naughty!"

  A middle-aged man beside her also said with a serious tone: "Ya, you must always pay attention to your identity and not be taken advantage of by those with ulterior motives."

  In one sentence, it exposed that the two people present had a clear understanding of the event, which was obviously no less than Zhao Ya's.

  "Who cares about your identity, Zhao Mei Ru? I'm asking you one question, do you care or not? If you say you don't care, I'll immediately go and set that bar on fire."

  Yong Rong's woman Zhao Mei Ru stood up and spat out a word: "Mind your own business."