Chapter 75: He is Chen Xue Wen!
Zhao Qiang’s face burned red from the slap, but his heart pounded with excitement.
He rushed upstairs to the private room and exaggerated the story as he reported to Zhou Jing Feng. “Brother Feng, I even told him who you are!”
“But he slapped me across the face and said that slap was meant for you!”
“This isn’t just about hitting me—he’s slapping you in the face too!”
Zhou Jing Feng slammed the table and shot to his feet, furious. “Damn it! That bastard’s got some nerve.”
“He dares to disrespect me?”
“I want to see what kind of monster he is to act so arrogantly!”
He gathered his men and stormed over to Chen Xue Wen’s table with an intimidating presence.
By now, most of the customers at the street-side food stall had fled. After all, with trouble brewing multiple times, no one wanted to get caught in the crossfire.
Zhou Jing Feng and his crew arrived at the table. He slammed his palm down and pointed at Chen Xue Wen, cursing, “You got guts, kid.”
“You dare hit my brother?”
“Have you never heard of Zhou Jing Feng?!”
Chen Xue Wen glanced at him calmly. “You’re Zhou Jing Hui’s cousin?”
Zhou Jing Feng spat on the ground. “Don’t try to act familiar with me!”
“Who the hell do you think you are to mention my brother’s name?!”
Chen Xue Wen chuckled lightly, stood up, and slowly walked toward Zhou Jing Feng. “I just wanted to tell you…”
“Even if Zhou Jing Hui stood in front of me, he wouldn’t dare talk to me like this.”
“And you? You’re not even worthy.”
Before Zhou Jing Feng could react, Chen Xue Wen grabbed a wine bottle from the table and smashed it over his head.
Zhou Jing Feng hadn’t expected Chen Xue Wen to actually make a move. He had no time to defend himself and was immediately struck, blood trickling down his face.
He screamed in pain, stumbling backward before roaring, “You dare hit me?!”
“Kill him!”
His men rushed forward, brandishing wine bottles, ready to attack.
Chen Xue Wen moved swiftly, pulling out a bone-cutting knife and stepping forward, closing the gap with the nearest thug.
The thug swung a wine bottle at him, but Chen Xue Wen deflected it with his arm. In the same motion, he twisted the thug’s wrist and slashed his bone-cutting knife down his arm.
The man screamed in agony as a long, deep gash appeared, soaking his clothes in blood.
The bone-cutting knife was razor-sharp—one strike was enough to take him out of the fight.
Meanwhile, Wang Zhen Dong and Lai Hou joined the battle, clashing with the rest of Zhou Jing Feng’s gang.
Lai Hou was decent in a fight, but nothing extraordinary. However, Li Tie Zhu was a different story. Standing at 1.9 meters tall and weighing 180 pounds, he was built like an ox from years of hard labor.
His movements were slow, but he could take a beating and had monstrous strength.
A thug smashed a wine bottle over Li Tie Zhu’s head, but he simply wiped his forehead and shrugged it off.
In return, he landed a single punch on the thug’s face, breaking his nose instantly. Blood gushed from the man’s mouth as he collapsed, unable to get up.
Zhou Jing Feng had five men with him.
Chen Xue Wen swiftly took out two with his bone-cutting knife.
Li Tie Zhu knocked out another two.
Lai Hou and Wang Zhen Dong handled the last one.
In a matter of moments, only Zhou Jing Feng remained standing, clutching his head.
Seeing all his men down, he stomped his foot in frustration and shouted, “If you’ve got guts, don’t run!”
“I’ll call my people! I’ll have you killed!”
Chen Xue Wen sneered and pressed him down onto the ground with a foot on his head. “Calling for backup?”
“Don’t bother—I’ll make the call for you.”
With that, he pulled out his mobile phone and dialed Zhou Jing Hui.
The call barely rang before Zhou Jing Hui’s impatient voice came through. “What is it now?”
“Let me make this clear—I have no money.”
Chen Xue Wen chuckled. “Brother Hui, we’re brothers. Talking about money is too cold.”
“Here’s the thing. I was out eating and got bullied.”
“The guy said he’s your little brother. Calls himself Zhou Jing Feng. You know him?”
There was a loud clatter on the other end, as if something had been dropped.
Then, Zhou Jing Hui’s voice came back, noticeably nervous. “Brother Wen, you… you’re not joking, right?”
“It’s really Jing Feng?”
Chen Xue Wen looked down at Zhou Jing Feng. “I’m not sure. Why don’t you talk to him yourself?”
He handed the phone to Zhou Jing Feng. “Here, it’s your brother.”
Still skeptical, Zhou Jing Feng glanced at the screen—and froze.
It was indeed his brother’s number.
A bad feeling crept up his spine. Could this guy really be connected to his brother?
But then, anger overtook his fear. So what if they knew each other?
He had been beaten up—his brother would definitely stand up for him!
Grabbing the phone, he cried out, “Brother! I got jumped—”
Before he could finish, Zhou Jing Hui’s furious voice erupted from the other end. “You stupid bastard! It really is you?!”
Zhou Jing Feng was stunned.
He had grown up with Zhou Jing Hui, and his brother had never spoken to him like this before.
“Brother, I was bullied!”
“Why are you siding with an outsider?” he whined.
Zhou Jing Hui snapped, “Shut the hell up!”
“Tell me exactly what happened!”
Zhou Jing Feng quickly twisted the story, painting himself as the victim while blaming everything on Chen Xue Wen, making him out to be a bully.
Zhou Jing Hui listened and immediately saw through the lies.
His voice dripped with anger. “You idiot!”
“You caused all this over a few women?”
“Are you that desperate?!”
Zhou Jing Feng panicked. “Brother, what’s wrong?”
“I got beaten up! Why are you just scolding me?!”
Zhou Jing Hui took a deep breath and spat, “Why am I scolding you?”
“Because I’ll tell you exactly who you just pissed off!”
Zhou Jing Hui’s voice dropped to an icy tone. “Do you have any idea who hit you?”
Zhou Jing Feng hesitated. “I… I don’t know…”
On the other end, Zhou Jing Hui took several deep breaths, his frustration clear.
Zhou Jing Feng finally realized something was seriously wrong.
Did he really mess with someone he shouldn’t have?
Swallowing nervously, he asked, “Brother… who is he?”
Gritting his teeth, Zhou Jing Hui spat out each word clearly: “He is Chen Xue Wen.”
The moment those words landed, Zhou Jing Feng’s entire body trembled.
His mobile phone slipped from his hand, clattering onto the ground.
He was truly terrified.
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