The room full of guests huddled in the corner, their eyes filled with fear.
Dozens of thugs, including boxing champion Vazan, were all knocked down, and the scene was a mess.
Qin Feng held Tang Qingqian's hand, and the two figures stood in the center of the banquet hall, with wailing under their feet.
Tang Qingqian's beautiful eyes stared closely at the man in front of her. His body exuded unprecedented fierceness and domineering, smelling of tobacco and alcohol, mixed with the smell of blood.
She hated the smell of cigarettes, but at this moment, she didn't feel disgusted at all, but was obsessed with it...
"Qin, Qin Feng, if you dare to hit me, you are finished! You are finished!"
Tang Shuirou collapsed to the ground, covering her face and unable to stop screaming.
"So much bullshit."
Qin Feng stepped forward, and Tang Shuirou was so frightened that she crawled to the corner of the box, trembling.
He turned to look at Yan Zihao, who was lying on the ground: "Do you have any more nonsense to say?"
Yan Zihao's eyes were startled, and he suddenly backed away crazily while covering his bleeding leg.
He was trembling all over, and a warm current flowed down his trouser legs, carrying a smell... The dignified young master Yan was so frightened that he peed.
"Qin Feng, you can't touch me. If you dare to touch me, the Yan family will not let me go, the Five Lakes Chamber of Commerce will not let you go, and the police will not let you go..."
Before Yan Zihao could finish his words, Qin Feng grabbed his neck with one hand and picked him up.
"Someone talked to me like this last time."
"But then he was stabbed ninety-nine times and is still lying in the intensive care unit."
Qin Feng smiled softly, his smile was gentle, but Yan Zihao's pupils kept dilating, and his whole body was cold.
"Qing Qian! Qing Qian!"
He suddenly turned to look at Tang Qingqian aside: "Qingqian, no matter what, I am also your fiancé, you can't just die without saving me!"
"Call Wen Lan quickly and ask her to send someone to rescue me. Hurry!"
Tang Shuirou's pretty face was ugly. She didn't want to lose the arrogance of the past, and she looked stern but said: "Qin Feng, don't forget who saved you from Young Master Shen."
"You are ungrateful now and want to kill my brother-in-law. Be careful that Yan Jia and the Tang family will not let you go..."
"puff!"
Before he finished speaking, Qin Feng kicked away the broken glass.
Blood flowed from Tang Shuirou's lower abdomen.
She lowered her head, trembling all over, and her pretty face was pale.
He looked up at Qin Feng again, with fear in his eyes and unable to say a word.
Qin Feng said casually: "I would like to see why you don't let me go."
Tang Qingqian's beautiful eyes shrank for a while, and she took Qin Feng's hand: "That's it, after all, you can come out, Yan Zihao has contributed a lot..."
Yan Zihao yelled desperately: "That's right! You were scared like a dog by Master Shen last night. If I hadn't asked someone to rescue you, you would have been dead by now."
"You owe me a life, you have to do whatever I say..."
"Snapped!"
Qin Feng slapped Yan Zihao on the face: "You called Shen Shaofeng? He was stabbed ninety-nine times last night and was lying in the hospital. Even his life was trampled off. Which hand did he use to answer your call?"
"Do you have any special powers?"
"Communicate with thoughts?"
"boom!"
Qin Feng didn't bother to speak and kicked Yan Zihao away.
"Master Shen was stabbed ninety-nine times?"
"impossible!"
Yan Zihao lay on the ground and spit out a mouthful of blood: "You ungrateful white-eyed wolf, you turned your back and refused to admit it!"
"Tang Qingqian, this is the person you asked me to save. I will tell Shen Shaofeng everything truthfully. I will tell him that I can no longer protect this person. I can do whatever he wants!"
He was so angry that he really took credit for what happened last night.
Tang Qingqian's pretty face changed.
Qin Feng suddenly noticed the TV hanging on the wall of the banquet hall and sneered: "Okay, let's see what your Young Master Shen is doing now."
He pointed at the man in the corner who claimed to be the vice president of the Nandu Medical Association: "Go over there and turn up the volume on the TV."
The man looked panicked and hurriedly ran to the TV and turned up the volume button.
The Nandu evening news is being broadcast on TV:
"According to the latest news from our station, the Eastern District police uncovered a huge crime den last night."
"It is reported that the Dynasty Club has long been suspected of abducting women to engage in illegal activities, selling poisons, issuing loan sharks at high interest rates, and carrying out violent debt collections, involving many people who were seriously injured and died."
"Now the police have sealed off the Dynasty Club. The organizer behind the scenes, Shen Moufeng, lost consciousness due to serious injuries and is currently on medical parole. What awaits him will be severe punishment from the law..."
The TV picture is the live video of the police sealing the Dynasty Club last night.
Dozens of police cars flashed with neon lights, and hundreds of heavily armed uniformed officers rushed into the club. The scene was quite grand.
Then the scene changed, and a mosaic-edged Shen Shaofeng appeared in the camera. His whole body was wrapped in bandages. There was no movement at all when he was pushed into the emergency room.
The banquet hall fell into a deathly silence.
"stand up."
Qin Feng dragged Yan Zihao to the TV like a dog to death and pressed his face against the screen:
"Look carefully, do you recognize this one?"
"Is he the person you called last night?"
"Look carefully. It's best to see what the emergency room looks like, because you will also go in tonight to keep Mr. Shen company."
"Crack!"
Qin Feng pressed Yan Zihao's shoulders with his big hands and suddenly released his strength.
Dislocated arms.
Then he kicked the crook of his legs with both feet.
