Chapter Sixty-Two: Demon, Demon!

When Chen Feng appeared, Luo Wenhao began to anticipate the outcome. He didn't believe Chen Feng could possibly be a match for Brother Kai; after all, Brother Kai was the city’s champion in Sanda, and Luo Wenhao had witnessed with his own eyes how a single side kick from Kai had shattered a thick, bowl-sized wooden post. No matter how skilled Chen Feng was, he could never be a match for Kai. Luo Wenhao eagerly looked forward to seeing Chen Feng grovel at his feet, so he could look down and tell him exactly what happens to those who dare provoke him.

As the crowd gathered, Luo Wenhao got out of the car, tiptoeing to catch a glimpse of Chen Feng being beaten. He dared not get too close—what if he was accidentally injured? He preferred to watch from afar, simply waiting for Chen Feng to be dragged over like a dead dog.

However...

When the crowd parted, Luo Wenhao was utterly stunned. Kai’s gang of thugs were sprawled on the ground in disarray, and Kai himself was painfully crawling toward the entrance, his limbs completely broken by Chen Feng. At the same time, Luo Wenhao caught sight of Chen Feng’s cold gaze—tinged with blood and cruelty. Even from dozens of meters away, he could sense the violent and ruthless energy radiating from Chen Feng.

Suddenly, Luo Wenhao saw Chen Feng running straight toward him. With a terrified cry, he scrambled into the car, shouting at the driver, “Drive! Drive! Hurry up!” The driver didn’t dare hesitate and immediately started the car. But Chen Feng was already at Luo Wenhao’s side. In his panic, Luo Wenhao clung desperately to the car door, forgetting it had already locked automatically.

The engine roared to life, and Luo Wenhao breathed a slight sigh of relief, convinced he could escape. Yet, just as that thought crossed his mind, a violent sound erupted at his ear—a fist smashed through the glass, shattering it. A piercing scream escaped Luo Wenhao’s lips, but before he could react, another thunderous crash resounded as Chen Feng ripped the car door off entirely. Luo Wenhao felt his hair seized in a brutal grip. When he finally came to his senses, the Bentley had already sped more than ten meters away, while he himself was dangling from Chen Feng’s hand like a helpless chick.

“Chen... Chen Feng!” Luo Wenhao’s voice trembled. Chen Feng, left hand clutching the car door, right hand gripping Luo Wenhao’s hair, his whole body stained with blood, looked like a demon risen from hell.

With a thud, Chen Feng released his grip, and Luo Wenhao collapsed to the ground. Chen Feng looked at him with a contorted face. “Luo Wenhao, we meet again, don’t we?”

Luo Wenhao quivered, forcing his dry voice from his throat, “Chen... Chen Feng, calm down. If you do this to me, you’ll gain nothing from it!”

“No benefit?” Chen Feng laughed, clenching his left fist until his knuckles crackled, his cold gaze fixed on Luo Wenhao. “Seems to me that even if I let you go, there’s no benefit for me.”

“Chen Feng!” Luo Wenhao instinctively crawled backward, trembling. “I can give you lots of money. You need money, right? I can give you a million—no, three million! I’ll give you three million. And your family’s relocation—I can help you with that, too. Just let me go! Whatever you want, I’ll give it to you!”

“What if what I want is your death?” Chen Feng grinned, his teeth gleaming coldly.

“Chen Feng, if you touch me, my family will never let you go! My father will kill you! I’m not afraid to tell you—the Luo family controls all of Jiangzhou’s underworld. With just one word from my family, your whole family will be doomed!”

Summoning courage from thoughts of his father, Luo Wenhao shouted, “If you dare lay a finger on me, your whole family will die!”

“Well, when you think about it, there’s not much deep hatred between us, is there?” Chen Feng looked at Luo Wenhao, a faintly disdainful smile on his lips.

“Yes, yes! No deep hatred at all! We have no enmity!” Luo Wenhao hurriedly insisted. “No hatred, no hatred!”

Bang!

Before his words had finished, Chen Feng swung the car door and struck Luo Wenhao hard. The entire door crashed down on Luo Wenhao with a loud clang. “You bastard! No hatred? You set fire to my home?”

Luo Wenhao lay flat on the ground, his entire body numb. His left arm, which hadn’t healed, snapped again with a sharp crack. He curled up in agony, unable even to stand.

“No hatred? You hired people to beat my parents?”

Chen Feng roared again, the car door smashing down once more onto Luo Wenhao’s body. Luo Wenhao had no chance to stand; his bones felt as if they would shatter to pieces.

“You wretch! You dare to seek revenge against me?”

“Do you think I should just let you toy with me as you please?”

With each sentence, Chen Feng slammed the car door down, beating Luo Wenhao until he rolled across the ground.

“Stop! Don’t hit him! Do you know who you’re beating? Stop immediately!” The driver hurried over, having just tried to drive away only to realize the young master had been forcibly dragged out.

Bang!

Before the driver’s plea had finished, Chen Feng swung the door, sending it crashing into the driver’s body. Instantly, the driver was sent flying, landing heavily on the ground, where he promptly fainted.

Only then did Chen Feng calmly dust off his hands, his gaze returning to Luo Wenhao. Luo Wenhao, battered and aching, struggled to prop himself up. But before he could stand, Chen Feng grabbed his collar and yanked him forward.

“Luo Wenhao, you just said if I touched you, my whole family would be doomed!” Chen Feng stared at him, his voice chilling. “I’ve laid hands on you plenty of times now—are you going to kill my whole family? Since you want to kill my family, should I kill you first?”

“You... you...” Luo Wenhao couldn’t utter a word. As Chen Feng spoke those words—“should I kill you first?”—Luo Wenhao trembled violently. The icy tone, the blood-streaked face—he suddenly felt as if he were facing a fiend from hell, fierce and terrifying.

He had wet himself in fear before; this time, the terror was tenfold. He wet himself again, but he no longer cared about his disgrace. He pleaded, “Chen Feng, please, I’m sorry! I beg you! Please let me go! I won’t dare do it again!”

Bang!

Chen Feng slapped Luo Wenhao to the ground. Blood and two white teeth spilled from Luo Wenhao’s mouth. Chen Feng looked down upon him coldly. “Now you know you’re wrong? Did you ever consider: if I hadn’t come back and those thugs had killed my parents by mistake, what then? Would you just pay some money and let it go?”

Luo Wenhao swallowed hard. That was indeed what he’d thought. In his eyes, Chen Feng’s parents’ lives weren’t lives at all. Even if they were killed, it would only mean paying some compensation. The Luo family had done such things often—only in recent years, with stricter oversight, had they toned it down. But in Luo Wenhao’s mind, Chen Feng’s parents were nothing to him; mere lowly people at the bottom of society, whose deaths could be settled with money.

“Relax! I won’t kill you!” Chen Feng grinned, as if discussing a trivial matter. “At most, I’ll let you spend your life in a wheelchair. No—better yet, I’ll make sure you can’t even take care of yourself.”

“No, don’t come any closer!” Luo Wenhao backed away, terror filling his eyes. At that moment, Chen Feng was nothing short of a demon in his sight.

“Don’t move! Raise your hands and clasp them on your head!” Just as Chen Feng was about to act, a sudden shout came from afar. A squad of police appeared, one officer aiming his gun straight at Chen Feng’s head.

The police had arrived!

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