Su Miaoke was frantic, afraid Chu Feng would charge down impulsively.
After all, Scarface had more men, and they were armed with knives. She was afraid Chu Feng would get hurt.
But at that moment, Chu Feng’s adrenaline was surging. He was in a state of pure fury.
He didn’t have the best impression of Su Miaoke, this billionaire CEO with such a hot temper.
But seeing what was happening, he threw all caution to the wind.
A few seconds later, Chu Feng burst out of the stairwell.
"You bastards! If you’ve got the guts, come at me! What kind of men bullies a woman?!" Chu Feng shouted, pointing at Scarface and Huang Mao as he cursed them out.
When Scarface and Huang Mao saw Chu Feng emerge, their faces filled with mocking amusement.
"Well, well, kid. You finally came out," Scarface sneered. "Huang Mao, go cut his hamstrings."
Hearing this, Huang Mao cracked his neck, licked his lips, and put on a viciously evil expression. "You got it, boss! Just watch this!"
Then, with an arrogant swagger, Huang Mao advanced on Chu Feng, twirling the knife in his hand.
Chu Feng was absolutely furious. ’My beautiful sugar mommy—no, my future wife—is being bullied! How can I possibly stand for this!’
So what if they outnumbered him? So what if they had knives?
’If I back down now, can I still call myself a man?’
"Kid, you want to play hero? Go to hell!" Huang Mao suddenly roared when he was two meters from Chu Feng, and charged forward.
He violently swung the knife in his right hand, stabbing toward Chu Feng’s abdomen.
Seeing this, Su Miaoke, who was watching from a distance, screamed in terror.
"No! Don’t!"
Watching Huang Mao’s knife lunge forward, Su Miaoke’s eyes reddened as glistening tears began to form.
However, she didn’t see what happened next.
Just as the knife was about to pierce Chu Feng’s abdomen, his left hand shot out and seized Huang Mao’s wrist.
The sudden move startled Huang Mao, who looked at Chu Feng in utter disbelief.
"What the fuck? You motherfucker, you actually dare to fight back?" Huang Mao’s eyes widened as he cursed.
At that moment, Chu Feng was also shocked. ’I didn’t think my reactions were this fast!’
He had caught Huang Mao’s wrist in an instant, and with a sudden squeeze...
CRACK!
The sound of bone fracturing echoed.
"Aiya... Aaaargh!" Huang Mao screamed instantly, his face contorting in agony.
The intense pain made him shriek, and the knife he was holding clattered to the ground.
Chu Feng’s heart pounded, his own eyes wide with astonishment.
’When did I get this strong?’
"My arm is broken! You son of a bitch, if I don’t kill you today, then my name isn’t Huang Mao!" the thug howled in pain, still managing to threaten Chu Feng.
Those words snapped Chu Feng out of his shock and back into a rage.
"Fuck you!" Chu Feng roared, smashing a fist directly into Huang Mao’s head.
BAM!
The punch sent Huang Mao flying more than two meters.
Scarface and the two remaining punks were all stunned by the scene.
They never expected this outcome. ’This Chu Feng is that vicious?’
"Fuck! He dared to touch my guy! Get him! Hack him to pieces!" Scarface was so furious he threw the cigarette from his mouth onto the ground and stomped on it viciously.
The two punks beside him immediately put on fierce expressions, pulled daggers from their pockets, and charged at Chu Feng.
Seeing this, Chu Feng felt a flicker of panic. Two of them were coming at once.
Su Miaoke had been stunned by what just happened, shocked that Chu Feng was strong enough to take out Huang Mao with a single punch.
But when she saw the other two punks charging him, she shouted desperately again, "Chu Feng, run! Don’t worry about me!"
Hearing Su Miaoke’s cry, the flicker of retreat in Chu Feng’s heart was instantly extinguished, replaced by a roaring fire of rage.
’Fuck! I can’t back down. If I retreat now, what kind of man am I?!’ Chu Feng psyched himself up.
Facing the two punks charging with daggers, Chu Feng gritted his teeth and rushed to meet them.
As he closed in, one of the punks swung his dagger, slashing directly at Chu Feng’s face.
Seeing the dagger slash toward him, Chu Feng’s pupils contracted, a look of horror on his face.
It wasn’t because he was afraid, but because to his eyes, the punk’s attack was incredibly slow.
’Holy shit, is he really this slow?’ Chu Feng was stunned, not understanding what was happening.
But, shocked or not, he still dodged with lightning speed.
He then planted a kick squarely in the punk’s gut, sending the man flying.
BAM!
SLAP!
Immediately after, Chu Feng spun and backhanded the other punk, knocking him to the ground.
Scarface’s two lackeys hadn’t even lasted ten seconds against Chu Feng.
"Aiyoo..."
All three punks, including Huang Mao, were lying on the ground, groaning in pain.
’Holy shit! Am I really this strong?’ Chu Feng was once again stunned by his own power.
It wasn’t just him; even Scarface, watching from nearby, was completely dumbfounded.
Su Miaoke was even more astounded, covering her mouth with her hands, her beautiful eyes filled with pure amazement.
"Your turn," Chu Feng said, snapping out of his daze. He started walking toward Scarface, a vicious look on his face.
Scarface swallowed hard, his expression twitching unnaturally.
’That damn fat pig, Liu Hui! That bastard and his whole family can die! He screwed me over! Just wait till I get back, I’ll break his legs!’ he cursed furiously in his head.
"You... kid, you dare injure my men? I think you’re tired of living!" Although he was panicking, Scarface gritted his teeth and snarled, clinging to his last shred of bravado.
He had investigated Chu Feng before taking this job. He’d learned that Chu Feng had no background and no power, which was the only reason he had dared to bring his crew here.
But he never expected to have picked a fight with someone this tough; his three men couldn’t even handle Chu Feng alone.
"You’re the one who touched my woman. I think *you’re* the one who’s tired of living!" Chu Feng snarled, his eyes wide with rage.
If he hadn’t heard Su Miaoke’s struggling cries, or if he’d come down just a few minutes later... he didn’t dare to imagine what might have happened.
So, seeing Scarface still daring to speak to him with such arrogance...
Chu Feng walked up and slapped the man across the face.
SLAP!
The force of the blow sent Scarface spinning through the air several times.
"You motherfucker, who gave you permission to touch my woman?" Chu Feng demanded, planting his foot on Scarface’s face.
Scarface felt his right cheek swell up, burning hot, his head still ringing.
Meanwhile, his other cheek was being crushed under Chu Feng’s foot.
"You... you son of a bitch, you dare hit me? Believe it or not, I can make you disappear from Beihai forever!" Scarface snarled through the excruciating pain.