Urban's Fury: The War Dragon God

Li Feng turned sharply and walked away after speaking.

Wei Lan rolled her eyes in disbelief, amazed that someone could claim disinterest in a company worth billions, yet she felt that he wasn't just pretending.

"Mr. Feng, where are you headed?"

Wang Qian scurried after Li Feng.

"Let's find a place to have a drink."

"Then let me drive you; how about going to 'The Mansion'?"

Wang Qian stepped ahead and opened the rear car door, Li Feng got in, and Wang Qian, dismissing the driver, took the wheel himself.

The Mansion, the biggest nightclub in Huacheng, Wang Qian parked the car outside, following Li Feng into The Mansion.

It wasn't yet dark, and the nightclub had just opened; there were only a few customers inside.

"Ah, let go of me!"

This shriek drew Li Feng and Wang Qian's gaze to the VIP area nearby where a group of people was gathered, the noise coming from a girl who seemed to be trying to leave but was blocked by two burly men.

Wang Qian paid no attention; such scenes were all too common in nightclubs, where those who come should be prepared.

"Mr. Feng, the private room we used to reserve for you is still available; shall we go there?" Wang Qian turned to look at Li Feng.

"Mr. Feng, what are you doing?"

Li Feng walked towards the VIP area: "I know that girl."

"Let her go!"

Li Feng approached, eyeing the girl who was blocked; he had met her a few times before, her being his aunt's college roommate, very pretty, and the university's belle.

"Heh, where did this piece of shit come from, a dog overstepping by meddling in other's business?" sneered one of the burly men blocking the girl after giving Li Feng a once-over.

A guy with dyed hair rose from the sofa, pulled the girl down onto it, and then approached Li Feng: "Don't make trouble for yourself; do you know who's standing behind me?"

"Li Jun, the Prince of Eight Directions, has but to stamp his foot on these nine streets, and the earth itself shakes; if you know what's good for you, scram before you regret it."

The guy with dyed hair reached out to slap Li Feng's face as he spoke.

"Enough."

Li Feng didn't move; it was Wang Qian who directly kicked the dyed-hair guy onto the Marble Table covered with bottles, splashing the drinks.

"Damn it!"

The group sitting on the sofa jumped to their feet.

"You motherfucker, dare to act out in front of Brother Jun; are you tired of living?"

One burly man close to Wang Qian walked towards him, menacingly wielding a bottle aimed at Wang Qian's head.

Plump as he may be, Wang Qian was nimble; he punched directly at the incoming bottle.

His punch shattered the bottle, and the burly man's face was lacerated by the glass shards; Wang Qian followed up with a kick squarely to the man's groin.

With a thud, the brutish man fell to his knees.

Wang Qian moved forward, lifting a bottle and smashed it over the kneeling man's head.

Crash.

The bottle shattered on impact.

Wang Qian's thunderous approach left everyone present dumbfounded, the big man's methods were brutally effective.

Wang Qian snorted with a cold laugh, sweeping his gaze toward the man sitting on the sofa with a somewhat darker complexion: "Prince of Eight Directions, you have a good reputation, but what the hell are you?"

Li Jun, the Prince of Eight Directions, looked up at Wang Qian: "You fat fuck, you're asking for it."

Just as tension escalated to a knife-edge, the nightclub's manager hurried over: "Brother Jun, what's all this about?"

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"Manager Huang, our Brother Jun coming to your place for some fun is a favor to you guys. Now that we've got a couple of annoying flies buzzing around, you tell me what to do. Should you handle it, or shall we help you out?"

"I will, I will!"

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Manager Huang's forehead was covered in sweat. This Brother Jun wasn't someone to be trifled with. Without his nod, entertainment venues in the vicinity couldn't even open their doors. Although the Red Mansion had a powerful backing, they still had to give face to people like him.

Otherwise, the trouble would never stop.

But who were these two blockheads, anyway? His group looked like a nasty bunch, and they still dared to stir up trouble. Weren't they just asking for trouble?

Manager Huang turned to look at Wang Qian and took a sharp intake of breath.

Holy shit.

"Boss Wang."

Brother Jun was a tough nut to crack, but the man before him was even less of a person to offend. The unseen big boss behind their own scene even had to borrow money from him, and he had personally taken care of him before. This was a golden backer whom even his own boss had to suck up to.

"Manager Huang, you know this fatso?"

Manager Huang gave a bitter smile and turned to Brother Jun, "I know him, Brother Jun, you don't want to mess with this guy."

As soon as Manager Huang spoke, several of his underlings sneered.

"Manager Huang, watch your tongue. And there's no scene that Brother Jun can't handle. He's just a boss, hmph, in front of Brother Jun, no matter how big a boss he is, he still has to kneel."

"That's right, dare to say we can't mess with them, in Huacheng, who can't Brother Jun mess with?"

Manager Huang looked at the two frogs in the well who spoke up, gritting his teeth as he turned to Li Jun, "Brother Jun, you're in the scene, too. You must have heard of the Four Kings of Huacheng."

"This is one of the Four Kings, Boss Wang Qian. Are you sure you can afford to provoke him?" To Brother Jun, he might just be troublesome, but messing with one of the Four Kings would mean the big boss behind the scenes might go bankrupt with just one word from them.

"The Four Kings!"

"Heh, what the hell is the Four Kings? I've never heard of it. Did they name themselves?"

"Looking at how fat you are, it would be more fitting to call you 'Dead Fatso.'"

Before they finished speaking, Li Jun grabbed a wine bottle and stood up, smacking it over the heads of his own men.

"Brother Jun, did you hit the wrong person?"

Li Jun followed up with a kick, flipping the man over, "Babbling bullshit, what the heck do you know?"

After hitting his underling, Li Jun quickly bowed and scraped his way to Wang Qian, "Boss Wang, I failed to recognize Mount Tai and truly deserve death. You are a generous person; please don't stoop to the level of a small fry like me."

Wang Qian looked at this Brother Jun and swatted a slap across his face.

"Who do you think you are, controlling the scene?"

Li Jun took a slap and still kept a smile on his face, "If you're not satisfied, Boss Qian, feel free to hit me a couple more times."

Li Jun's men watched the scene, dumbfounded. Was this their boss?

Wang Qian slapped him a few more times.

"Hmph, what a joke, slap yourself."

"Alright." Li Jun nodded and began to slap his own face.

Wang Qian turned and walked to Li Feng, "Is this handling alright, Young Master Feng?"

"Make him leave."

As soon as Li Feng turned away,

Wang Qian looked back at Li Jun who was still slapping himself, "Get lost, and don't let me see you here again."

"Thank you for your generosity, Boss Qian. I'll leave immediately." Li Jun didn't dare hesitate and scurried away, tripping over himself in his haste.

Manager Huang turned to look back at Wang Qian, and the young man who dutifully followed him, wondering who this powerful figure was who could make a golden backer grovel.

"Manager."

Manager Huang turned to look at the girl who came to work to pay off her debt, "Tell me again about what just happened."

"Young Master Feng, drinking silently is bad for the spirit. Shall we find a few Princesses to liven up the atmosphere?"