Just then,
A Rolls-Royce Phantom drove up to the entrance of Baihui Cosmetics and came to a smooth stop.
The driver quickly got out, ran to the back, opened the door, and shielded the top of the doorframe with his hand.
The next moment, a middle-aged man ducked and stepped out of the car.
The man had a thick, short neck and a crew cut. A cigar was clamped in his mouth, and a heavy gold chain hung around his neck. Dressed in a Tang suit, he exuded an untamed, ferocious aura.
Two steel balls constantly collided in his hand, letting out a sharp CLANG CLANG CLANG!
The sound was enough to make one's heart pound with fear and their hair stand on end.
Instantly, an icy chill filled the air.
This was the top dog of Jiangcheng's underworld, the so-called underground emperor—Cui Biao, Master Cui.
Cui Biao looked up at the office building and remarked with a sigh, "How many years has it been? How many years since someone dared to cause trouble on my turf?"
With that, he strode toward the office building.
A gang of his men, carrying machetes, followed closely behind.
...
On the second floor, in the manager's office,
When Liu San heard footsteps in the hallway, his eyes lit up. He quickly got up and went to the door, just in time to see Cui Biao striding over.
As if seeing his savior, he rushed to greet him, crying and sniveling, "Master San, our brothers... we were beaten badly! You have to get revenge for us!"
Cui Biao stopped and glanced at Liu San. "Getting beaten on your own turf. Isn't that embarrassing?"
Liu San hung his head in shame, not daring to speak.
Just then, Scarface and two others crawled over. They staggered into the hallway, looked at Cui Biao, and cried out, "Master San, that kid came here looking for trouble! We just tried to stop him, and he attacked us viciously! He beat us to a pulp! This isn't just disrespecting us, it's disrespecting you, Master San!"
Seeing the three of them covered in blood, a truly gruesome sight, Cui Biao's eyes narrowed. "On my territory... to beat my men like this... he's not giving me any face at all. He's trying to grind my face into the dirt!"
After speaking, Cui Biao violently threw his cigar to the ground, crushed it under his foot, and strode into the office.
Inside the room, Ye Feng was sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed. His right index finger was tapping on the table—TAP, TAP, TAP. A ring carved with a dragon's head on his knuckle reflected a dazzling light.
The moment he saw that ring, the menacing Cui Biao shuddered violently. Then, like a defeated rooster, he lowered his head and shuffled step by step toward Ye Feng. He bowed deeply. "Sir!"
"Mm," Ye Feng hummed, setting down his teacup with his left hand. He then leaned over and patted Cui Biao's fat face, speaking calmly.
"Jumping in to fight for your men without knowing right from wrong... is this how you lead your brothers?"
"I was wrong," Cui Biao cried out, his voice trembling.
Ye Feng patted Cui Biao's chubby face again. "They owe a debt, openly refuse to pay it, and even threaten to break the man's arm. Is this how you manage your subordinates?"
"I was wrong." Cui Biao's body began to shake violently.
Ye Feng patted Cui Biao's fat face a third time. "So I disrespected you. So I ground your face into the dirt. What are you going to do about it? You want to have a go at me?"
"I wouldn't dare! It would scare me to death to even think of it!" Cui Biao shrieked. He couldn't take it anymore. His legs gave out, and with a THUMP, he collapsed to his knees in front of Ye Feng.
Behind them, Liu San and the others stared, their eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.
'Getting slapped in the face, forced to meekly apologize, and even made to kneel and beg for mercy... Is this still our boss? Is this still the underground emperor Cui Biao, the man whose stomp could make all of Jiangcheng tremble?'
'This was the man who would, at most, give a slight nod when meeting the mayor of Jiangcheng. And now he was kneeling and kowtowing to this young man? Is he drunk? Or did he completely lose his mind?'
Liu San couldn't hold back any longer. He went up to Cui Biao and said cautiously, "Master San, did you mistake him for someone else? He's just some poor schmuck collecting a debt for the Xiao family. You don't have to act like this toward him..."
The words had barely left Liu San's mouth when Cui Biao leaped up, grabbed him by the hair, and began smashing his head against a nearby table, roaring furiously as he did so.
"You're saying I got the wrong person? Are you saying I'm blind?! Are you fucking cursing me out?!"
"The Young Pavilion Master of the Dragon King Pavilion! Such an incredible figure! Even my boss's boss's boss would have to bow and scrape and walk with his tail between his legs in front of him! And you dared to provoke his might? You're not just looking for death, you're trying to drag me down into the fire pit with you!"
Hearing Cui Biao's words, Liu San felt like his scalp was about to explode.
He had actually provoked the Young Pavilion Master of the Dragon King Pavilion? He must have a death wish!
But looking at Ye Feng, he really couldn't see anything remarkable about him. Besides, how could such a terrifyingly important person come to a small place like this?
So he looked at Cui Biao and quickly shouted, "Master San, he's the Young Pavilion Master of the Dragon King Pavilion? I just don't think he looks the part. If we've got the wrong person, we'll be in big trouble..."
As soon as he finished speaking, Cui Biao unleashed a series of hard slaps across his face, roaring furiously as he hit him.
"It's not me who's blind, it's you! Didn't the Young Pavilion Master's Dragon King Thumb Ring shatter your eyeballs?! You can't fucking see that? What's the point of even having eyes? Why don't I just gouge them out and step on them for fun...!"
Upon hearing this, Liu San quickly turned his head and looked at Ye Feng's hand. The next moment, his blood ran cold.
The Dragon King Thumb Ring. It really was the Dragon King Thumb Ring, the symbol of the Dragon King Pavilion's supreme authority.