But Ye Feng just stood there, completely still, as if he were scared stiff.
The curly-haired woman beside him chuckled. "Pathetic. And you want to cause trouble here? You're not worthy. I bet you won't last three seconds. Three, two..."
But before she could say the last number, she saw the two men drop straight to their knees before Ye Feng.
The curly-haired woman's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. 'What the hell?'
Ye Feng looked at the two men and said with a grin, "Oh, asking for red envelopes already? But the New Year is still a long way off."
The man with the braids glanced at the bald man kneeling beside him, a flicker of astonishment in his eyes. 'What just happened? Why do my legs hurt so much all of a sudden?'
The bald man furrowed his brow, but in the next instant, his eyes flew wide open.
He shot to his feet, pointed a finger at Ye Feng, and snarled through gritted teeth, "You bastard, you dare use dirty tricks on us? If I don't beat the shit out of you today, I'm your son!"
With that, he lunged toward Ye Feng like a bolt of lightning!
The man with the braids also snapped out of it. A vicious glint flashed in his eyes as he followed right behind the bald man, rushing at Ye Feng and launching his own attack.
The curly-haired woman finally breathed a sigh of relief. 'So it was just a sneak attack. But he's really pissed them off now. This idiot is in for a world of hurt!'
But what happened next nearly made her eyes pop out of their sockets again.
To her astonishment, before either man could touch him, Ye Feng finally moved. His hands shot out, moving faster than them, and he grabbed both of them by the neck, then slammed their heads together.
With a sickening THUD, the curly-haired woman watched, wide-eyed, as the heads of the bald man and the man with braids smashed into each other. Their skulls cracked and blood gushed out. They let out piercing screams as their bodies went limp.
Ye Feng flicked his wrists, dropping both men to the floor. He took out a tissue, wiped his hands, and tossed it onto their faces. Then he looked at the curly-haired woman and chuckled. "That's it?"
The curly-haired woman stared blankly at Ye Feng, unable to believe her eyes. 'This guy looks so ordinary, how can he be so formidable?'
But she quickly recovered. She glared at Ye Feng and said coldly, "Kid, I'll admit you've got some moves. But you're still screwed, because you've provoked someone you can't afford to offend."
With that, she picked up her phone and made a call. As soon as it connected, she said through gritted teeth, "President Shen, we have a situation here..."
After hanging up, she looked at Ye Feng and sneered, "You bastard, our people will be here any minute. You can take down two of them, but can you take down ten? Can you take down twenty?
"If you don't have what it takes, you're going to pay a heavy price for your actions today."
The corner of Ye Feng's mouth twitched into a smile. He then took out his phone and said calmly, "I'm at the Athena Hair Salon. Bring some people over."
The moment Ye Feng finished speaking, the curly-haired woman burst out laughing. "What, calling for backup? Fine, I'll give you the chance. I'd love to see who you can find to take the heat for you today."
Before long, the roar of motorcycles echoed from outside. Soon, a group of people carrying weapons rushed in.
Leading them was a woman.
She had a delicate face and features as pretty as a painting. A beige tracksuit perfectly accentuated her exquisite figure. She stood there, tall and graceful, like a beauty who had stepped out of a painting.
The woman was a feast for the eyes, but the icy expression on her face kept everyone at a distance.
Seeing the woman in the tracksuit, the curly-haired woman hurried over and said respectfully, "President Shen, this is the guy. He was trying to get away without paying. Lao Liu and Lao Qi tried to warn him, but he took them both out."
The woman in the tracksuit looked at Ye Feng and sighed. "I thought no one in Jiangcheng dared to provoke me anymore. I didn't expect to find some blind fool who doesn't know any better.
"It seems I've been too low-key these past few years. Now everyone thinks I'm a pushover!"
Finished speaking, she looked at a one-eyed man behind her and said calmly, "One-Eye, go over there and show him exactly who he's provoked."
The one-eyed man grunted in acknowledgment, gripped his machete, and walked toward Ye Feng.
When he reached Ye Feng, a vicious light flashed in his eye. He raised the machete with both hands, let out a roar, and prepared to bring it down on him.
But just at that moment, a cold voice rang out from the entrance:
"You want to touch him? I'm afraid I disagree."
As the voice faded, a middle-aged man with a buzz cut and wearing a Tang suit strode in.
Behind him, no less than a hundred men in suits, each carrying a machete, followed in tight formation.
The machetes glinted coldly under the lights.
An icy killing intent instantly filled the room.
"You disagree? Who the fuck do you think you are?" One-Eye cursed viciously and spun around. But when he saw the newcomer, the color drained from his face, and he couldn't help but cry out in alarm, "Cui Biao! Master Cui!"
The newcomer was none other than Cui Biao.
He had just entered from outside and hadn't gotten a clear look at the room yet, so he spoke with swaggering arrogance. "So, you recognize me, Cui Biao. You do know there's someone like me in Jiangcheng!
"You know all that, and you still dare to touch my man? That's just complete and utter disrespect for me, Cui Biao! You're trying to drag my name through the mud..."
Cui Biao was still in the middle of his spittle-flecked tirade when a single sentence from the woman in the tracksuit nearly made him choke.
"That's right, Cui Biao. I don't respect you. And I am dragging your name through the mud. What are you going to do about it?"
Hearing such outrageously arrogant words, Cui Biao instantly exploded. He whipped around, stared at the woman in the tracksuit, and laughed in fury.
"Excellent! It's been a long time since I've heard anyone speak so boldly. It's quite a thrill, I must say!
"But you're about to find out the price for giving me such a thrill. Men! Chop her to pieces!"
The moment Cui Biao finished speaking, his men behind him raised their machetes and charged at the woman in the tracksuit.
The burly men behind the woman in the tracksuit raised their machetes as well.
A massive battle was about to erupt at any second.