Chapter Eighty-Seven: Who's More Ruthless

  Yi Feiyang's nonchalant gaze and that faintly mocking smile made the bald white man feel... a lot of pressure!

  Yes, no one had ever stood before him with such ease and composure. Those who came to pick a fight would often tremble all over when they saw Wild Bull Bill, just like that damned rabbit... Wild Bull Bill glanced at the rabbit beside Easygoing Bill.

  It doesn't seem like a good idea, seeing how fierce and menacing I look, yet I'm not afraid!

  The buffalo Bill thought of this place and waved his hand with great momentum.

  The music stopped suddenly, and dozens of men and women looked at the bald-headed white man in confusion - Wild Bull Billy.

  "Hey, buddies, keep it down, we've got dear guests arriving!" Wild Bull Bill said with a knock on his forehead, his tone disdainful as if ignoring Yi Fei Yang and the others.

  A few girls who had never smoked marijuana before looked very unhappy, but they didn't dare to speak out, and curiously watched the two men who suddenly broke in, one was thin as a hemp pole, and the other was handsome.

  Like that white guy Ma Gao, he looks timid and weak, with his head hung low, just like those street rascals who think they're superior.

  The handsome one is a black-haired and black-eyed Oriental man. His eyes are very bright and deep, he's quite a good-looking guy.

  Two film crews that were shooting a short film stopped filming, two blonde actresses who were acting in bed burst out laughing and looked for their clothes on the bed; poor male actor who was naked from the waist down had just gotten into character when he was suddenly yelled at to stop, could only force himself to hold back his anger, drinking water under the tent to calm down. In his heart, he complained: damn it, being a male actor isn't easy, can't just stop like that, no one tortures people like this!

  That bison, Billy, gazed at Yi Fei Yang with a smile, then said in a tone of seeing a rare animal: "Look who's here, you're that Chinese-American director who specializes in horror movies?"

  Rabbit Bill smiled slyly and chimed in, "Oh, yes. Dear Billy, he's the very popular Chinese director Yi Zhong! Thanks to him, I've been doing pretty well lately, haha!"

  It seems that Bunny Bill is deeply intimidated by this bison Billy, now he's at least a Hollywood director, but still so afraid when seeing the other party.

  "Shut up! You gutless wonder!" Wild Bill bellowed at Bill, "I'm talking to this damned Chink, what business you got butting in... Ha ha, if I recall correctly, partner. They call you the 'Death Director', don't they? But from where I sit, you're just a lucky dog! Yeah, one big-ass lucky dog! Ha, scaring people to death is nothing to brag about. I lose count how many men I've killed in a year... How many was it again? Oh Lord, let me see, the number's so high even I can't remember!"

  With a glance at the rough and uncouth Wild Bull Billy, who didn't take himself seriously, Fei Yang sneered with a raised corner of his mouth: "Just by looking at the tattoo of a wild bull on your bald head, I can tell that you're Wild Bull Billy... A wild bull, rough, savage, not even a bit civilized. It's really puzzling how someone like you can survive in the entertainment industry!"

  As soon as Yi Feiyang's words fell, everyone around Wild Bull Bill suddenly stood up, and several of them even raised their guns.

  Bull Bill's face was somewhat iron-colored, and he forced himself to endure the pressure, letting his subordinates sit down and say: "Heh, buddy, you're really bold enough, I don't know if you really think I'm afraid of you..." After finishing speaking, he picked up the whiskey bottle, glug glug, and poured a big mouthful of whiskey. The liquor flowed out from the corner of his mouth, wetting his thick chest hair, and his entire posture looked very wild and uninhibited.

  "However, I still hope you can understand that now, where are you? This is my territory, and you came to me begging. Either kneel down or get out!"

  "Are you leaving? Of course I am! But it's with Natasha, an artist under our company!" Yi Feiyang said calmly.

  Wild Bull Bill laughed, forcibly controlling the violent impulse that surged up in his heart, a pair of emerald green eyes staring viciously at Yifei Yang: "Buddy, I didn't hear wrong, did I? You still want to take that Russian woman away?"

  Yi Feiyang ignored those fierce glances and calmly said: "What if it is? What if it isn't?"

  "Hah, Lord have mercy, you're a real comedian! Do you really think this is a charity, where people can come and go as they please?" Wild Bill licked his lips.

  "You mean Natasha is really here?"

  "That's right! You damn Chinese! You guessed it, haha! That woman signed a contract with our company, and now she owes me one more play. Now, I'm just making her pay off the debt by stripping again. What, you want to be Jesus?"

  Yi Feiyang snorted coldly and ignored Wild Bull Billy's sneer.

  The buffalo didn't think this guy could be so calm, and continued to laugh wickedly: "Oh right, buddy, I forgot to tell you, I'm planning to have her shoot a Christmas movie, what's it called? Let's call it 'Santa Claus vs. Snow White'! Isn't that a great title? Haha, the plot is even more delicious, Snow White and Santa Claus engage in a fierce battle, from the floor to the bed, and then from the bed to the floor... Snow White loves to eat ice cream, of course, it's Santa's ice cream... I heard her oral skills are top-notch, aren't they, buddy?!"

  "Actually, I was thinking of finding a handsome guy to pair with Natasha, but thanks to you, I've changed my mind. Now, I'll choose one from those disgusting street vagrants and give him a chance to be the male lead... Ten strong Viagra pills, an ugly and disgusting vagrant, I think Natasha will be eternally grateful to you! Hahaha!"

  Facing the mad laughter of Wild Bull Bill and his unbridled threats, Yi Feiyang took a deep breath, trying to control the violent emotions deep within him. In a calm tone, he said: "One sentence, hand over Natasha; she owes you, I'll pay her debt!"

  "What? Did I hear that wrong?" Buffalo Bill chuckled, scratching his ear. "You're paying for her? How are you going to pay, by blowing a flute for Santa Claus?"

  Yi Feiyang smiled, "I hope you take back that sentence and hand over Natasha at the same time."

  "Are you sure that's what he said?" Buffalo Bill asked in return.

  "Yes!" Without warning, Yī Fēi Yáng suddenly kicked Wild Bull Billy's bald head with one foot!

  The wild buffalo suddenly charged over and was unstoppable. It directly hooked a person along with the sofa and sent them flying out!

  "Oh, damn it!" The black ruffian next to him had been eyeing Yì Fēi Yáng menacingly, but didn't expect Yì Fēi Yáng to be so rude, even daring to kick his own boss. At this point, he no longer hesitated and reached for his gun.

  When the black thug moved, everyone around him stood up, and many people had already taken on a posture of being ready to attack at any moment. However, it was just a posture. After seeing the black thug prepare to pull out his gun, everyone let out a sigh of relief. The pressure from this seemingly refined Chinese man was too great for them. His calm tone and slow movements were like a mountain crushing their willpower.

  Without any warning, Yi Feiyang picked up a fruit knife from the fruit plate while kicking Flying Buffalo Bill.

  The movements of the black ruffian and Yifeiyang were all between lightning and flint.

  "Ahh..." A blood-curdling scream froze everyone's expression.

  A hand was nailed to the coffee table, and the gun that should have been in the black thug's hand was also held by Yi Feiyang. The black thug kept clutching his hand and howling in pain. Everyone's face changed color. With the gun in Yi Feiyang's hand, no one dared to move.

  "I love America, where guns are rampant and there are many benefits!" Yi Feiyang casually spun his revolver around.

  "Oh, crap!" Buffalo Bill struggled to get up.

  Before he could figure out what was going on, Yi Feiyang slammed the rifle butt onto his bald head, "Wild bull? I think you're a wild bull or a rhinoceros!"

  Boom! Boom! Boom!!!

  One after another, each one is more ruthless than the last!

  Yi Feiyang has never been a good person, and after entering the film industry, he originally thought that his personality could be ground down and his temper could be collected. However, now, facing this insult to himself and Natasha, his fiery temper can no longer be hidden, and it erupts completely.

  ……

  Boom! Boom! Boom!!!

  The terrifying voice made people tremble with fear.

  Watching his elder brother being beaten like this, the people around couldn't bear to look at it.

  This isn't venting on poor Guang's head, it's venting on the hearts of all you little brothers!

  The bison Bill met a really fierce man, he hadn't even gotten angry yet, but was kicked hard by the other person, his bald head burning with rage; before he could get up, he was smashed again!

  What an unlucky year!

  In order to maintain his dignity and pride, Wild Bull Bill made great efforts not to make a sound, let alone beg for mercy. He just stared at Yi Fei Yang with a pair of green eyes filled with hatred and resentment.

  "What's wrong, aren't you convinced yet?" As soon as Yi Feiyang finished speaking, another rifle butt struck Wild Bull Billy's shiny head.

  "You damned son of a bitch, come on and kill me!" Buffalo Bill roared in rage.

  "Really? You think I really don't dare?!"

  When that black hole of a gun barrel was pointed at Buffalo Bill's forehead, Buffalo Bill's bellowing came to an abrupt halt.

  Damn it, is this guy for real?!

  Was I yelling too loudly just now?!

  ……

  "Come on, let's play a game. You say at such a close distance, can I hit your head?" Yi Feiyang's voice was still light.

  Wild Bull Bill gritted his teeth, his heart racing with anxiety, a resentful look on his face.

  "It seems you don't believe in my marksmanship..." Yi Feiyang sighed.

  A gunshot rang out.

  No one could have anticipated that Yi Feiyang, who had always been calm and composed, would suddenly shoot Wild Bull Billy in the thigh.

  Blood gushed like a spring, and the bison let out a painful bellow.

  Everyone was stunned, no one had thought that Yifei Yang would really fire a shot. This Chinese guy is a ruthless character!

  Yi Feiyang shook his head, sighed, and pointed at Wild Bull Billy's forehead again. "Tsk tsk, God, my marksmanship is really too bad! I couldn't hit the target even from such a close distance! But it doesn't matter, this time, I won't miss again!"

  "Damn it all...my leg!" Bubba the Bull moaned loudly.

  "Now, I'm giving you one last chance. Release him immediately. Do you understand me?!" Yi Feiyang stared intently at Wild Bull Bill, his tone calm and unhurried.

  A wave of death pressure came rushing over, and Buffalo Bill was almost unable to hold on.

  Just then, a voice suddenly shouted: "Halt!"

  Then, a stout white man walked in.