"Oh, a mere intermediate martial artist without a background. Is a fallen genius still a genius?"
Liu Huaqiang continued indifferently, "Today, I want to test this arrogant Chu Feng. If he knows what's good for him, he'll sell me the spirit wine. Otherwise, I don't mind letting him know that so-called geniuses also have to bow before our Heavenly Wolf Gang."
"Ah, isn't this inappropriate?" Lin Zhennan pretended to be reluctant. However, his inner joy was already blooming.
"Go, stand aside. It's none of your business!" Liu Huaqiang waved impatiently.
...
The presidential suite's door was unexpectedly pushed open again, and a man with a terrifying scar walked in.
This man was none other than Liu Huaqiang. His face was gloomy as he surveyed the people, and his voice was cold as he said, "Who is Chu Feng?"
Several people dining looked at the ferocious man with some panic.
But only Chu Feng, who knew everything well, even Lin Zhennan's every move, monitored it all clearly.
Chu Feng gestured to show it had nothing to do with others, calmly stood up, and said, "I am Chu Feng. It seems that the two of us aren't acquainted?"
Liu Huaqiang, with malicious intent, smirked, "I am Liu Huaqiang from the Heavenly Wolf Gang. Now we are acquainted. I heard you harvested a lot of Purple Yuan Spirit Wine. Name your price; I want it all!"
Well then!
Chu Feng sneered inwardly, thinking, "Does he really think he's worth two to five million, wanting it all... Isn't this just open robbery?"
"Sorry, I don't have Purple Yuan Spirit Wine, and even if I did, I wouldn't sell it," Chu Feng said expressionlessly.
"So arrogant! Are you refusing a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit? It seems I've been too kind. I'll arrest you first. Later, I'll capture your family. I don't believe you won't obediently offer the spirit wine then!" Liu Huaqiang said with a hint of ferocity.
Chu Feng's anger surged instantly. He actually wanted to arrest his relatives. If his sister suffered because of him, Chu Feng would never forgive himself.
A dragon has its reverse scale; touch it and there's no hope for survival. Chu Ruo Lan was Chu Feng's reverse scale.
"You are seeking death!" Chu Feng's voice, cold as if from hell, devoid of any emotion, said each word deliberately.
"Am I seeking death? Haha... You're quite sharp-tongued. I'll see if your bones are as hard as your mouth when I catch you. Die!" Liu Huaqiang laughed angrily and rushed forward.
"Dragon Seizing Hand!"
Liu Huaqiang's body instantly expanded to over two meters, like a fearsome barbaric giant.
His robust arms seemed to be cast from steel, with muscles like chains, emitting a wild and violent aura.
Five fingers stretched out like a dragon's claws, seemingly capable of seizing everything.
Tearing through the void, lightning-fast, he grabbed towards Chu Feng, attempting to capture him in one move.
Chu Feng revealed a trace of disdainful smile, casually flicking with his left hand. A torrent of steel-like force surged, creating boundless waves of Qi, carrying the roars of thunder, instantly smashing Huaqiang's arm away.
"Crack!"
Liu Huaqiang's arm broke, and he felt that the casual touch was as unmovable as a copper wall and iron barrier, as if an imaginary battleship stood before him.
"No! You are..." Liu Huaqiang roared, instantly realizing that Chu Feng was definitely not an intermediate or advanced martial artist but an expert at the Master level.
Only at the Master level could one possess such terrifying strength and combat power.
He broke into a cold sweat, unable to make a sound anymore.
Turns out, Chu Feng extended his right hand like an eagle grabbing a chick, seizing his neck.