64. Beating Bai Weiqi Mercilessly

At that moment, several security guards from the KTV rushed in through the door. When they saw Bai Weiqi, who was just crawling up from the floor, and the two men clutching their wrists, jumping around on the ground and howling in pain, their expressions immediately changed.

One of the guards, his face filled with shock, hurried to help Bai Weiqi up. As he checked Bai Weiqi’s injuries, he fawned over him, saying, “Young Master Bai... Young Master Bai, what happened here? Which blind fool dared to offend you? Tell me, I’ll take care of it for you…”

The other security guards quickly went to help the two wailing thugs, and one of them even called for an ambulance.

Seeing the groveling behavior of the guards, Ye Feng felt an unpleasant irritation. It was obvious at a glance that these men were used to doing this sort of thing, and the guards were clearly in on it, probably even supplying the drugs used to harm others. The thought made Ye Feng want to explode. What he hated most were those who used illegal means to ruin girls, especially his own girl. If you have the ability, go and pursue her—if she leaves you afterward, that’s her own choice. But to use such despicable methods to take advantage of a girl—how is she supposed to go on with her life?

Thinking of how close Amy had come to disaster tonight, Ye Feng pressed his lips together tightly, his long eyebrows arching high with anger.

The head of security also realized then that it must have been this young man before him who had injured several of the spoiled rich kids. He was about to shout at Ye Feng, but when he met Ye Feng’s cold, piercing gaze, he faltered. Looking at the three men behind Ye Feng, he grew even more afraid, for their eyes were wrong—far too frightening.

Bai Weiqi no longer cared what the security chief thought. He had lost all reason in his fury. In all his years in Haifeng City, no one had ever dared treat him this way. Even the second-generation heirs from the capital treated him as an equal. Yet this Ye Feng, an orphan, had made a fool of him in public again and again. How could he endure such humiliation?

Rubbing his aching jaw and tasting the blood in his mouth, Bai Weiqi glared at Ye Feng with reddened eyes. Suddenly, he reached behind his back and pulled out an object, pointing it at Ye Feng as he yelled in rage: “You dare hit me? Do you even know who I am? You’re just an orphan! Clinging to that bastard Luo Ming’s coattails—what gives you the right to hit me? I’ll kill you, you bastard!”

Everyone’s face changed at once, especially the guards. Now that a gun was out, things had escalated out of control...

“Young Master Bai... please, don’t... put that away, quickly...” The security chief, his face ghostly pale, stared at the pistol in Bai Weiqi’s hand and pleaded anxiously, “Young Master Bai, I’ll take care of them for you right now, just calm down and put the gun away.”

He signaled to several guards to take care of Ye Feng and his friends first. There was still a chance to contain the situation, but if Bai Weiqi really fired the gun, trouble would rain down on him and the entire Beehive KTV. Not only would he be finished in Haifeng City, but even his boss would be in deep trouble... A scapegoat would be needed, and he definitely wouldn’t escape blame.

Ye Feng was already immune to the threat of guns—he was almost speechless. How many times had it been now? Three people had pointed guns at him in such a short span. He’d seen the dark underworld, the white-collar world—was this the business world now?

“Bai Weiqi doesn’t seem like a fool. How could he dare pull a gun in front of so many people? This isn’t America; gun control is strict here.” Such a thought flashed through Ye Feng’s mind, and he frowned slightly. He didn’t know that Bai Weiqi had been driven nearly insane by rage; the gun was something his father had given him for protection, and now, showing it off, he’d actually put it to use.

Ye Feng paid no attention to Bai Weiqi and his gun. He simply bent down, picked up Amy, and prepared to leave. For someone like him, such a light weapon posed no real threat. But this move shocked the three young lords behind him—Ye Feng’s courage was astonishing.

The security chief, however, was thinking quite differently. Now he was white as a sheet with fear, leading several guards to charge at Ye Feng.

“Kid, you brought this on yourself. I’m not responsible for what happens next. If you die and go to hell, don’t blame it on me…” the security chief thought as he charged at Ye Feng, his mood souring—he wished he’d just taken the day off.

Behind them, Bai Weiqi, still holding the gun and seething with hatred, felt a bit calmer seeing his lackeys take action for him. A vicious sneer crept onto his face as he watched Ye Feng. He didn’t believe this kid would dare fight back, not when three security guards were about to beat him senseless.

He was already planning to go over and give Ye Feng a brutal beating himself afterward to avenge that kick he’d received. Bai Weiqi was already savoring his impending retribution.

The other spoiled heirs who had crawled out of the private rooms were no longer afraid either. They stood beside Bai Weiqi, waiting to see Ye Feng and his companions make fools of themselves.

The security chief, burly and broad-shouldered, strained his suit to its limits as he grunted in anger, swinging a heavy slap toward Ye Feng. The other two guards took on the eldest and the second brother, but they were in for a rough time.

The security chief thought Ye Feng would be unable to defend himself, that his slap would send him flying. But he was wrong. Before he could react, Ye Feng kicked him back.

The two guards beside him fared no better. The eldest and second brother, both formidable fighters, each landed a kick, sending the guards staggering back in pain.

Witnessing Ye Feng and his companions’ strength, Bai Weiqi and the others were deeply shaken, especially Bai Weiqi himself. Remembering the blows he’d taken earlier, he couldn’t help but feel a surge of fear.

But then Bai Weiqi remembered the gun in his hand. No matter how well they could fight, what did it matter? One shot and this bastard would be dead for sure. The thought restored his confidence, and he glared at Ye Feng, his eyes bloodshot once more.

Holding the gun aloft, Bai Weiqi stared at Ye Feng and spat out a chilling, angry laugh: “Try moving one more time, I dare you!”

“Kneel and kowtow right now! Watch me have my fun with Amy, and maybe I’ll let you go. Otherwise...” Bai Weiqi’s sneer was as ugly as could be; Ye Feng thought he was completely deranged.

Ye Feng remained silent, and Wu Tian and the others were also waiting to see what he would do. Although Ye Feng’s performance had surprised them tonight, it still wasn’t enough—not enough to truly become their brother.

Ye Feng said nothing, but Bai Weiqi was running out of patience. Eyes bloodshot, he shouted at Ye Feng, “Kneel! If you don’t, I’ll shoot you!”

“Kneel! Kneel!” The other spoiled heirs, sensing Bai Weiqi had seized control, joined in, jeering.

Seeing this, Ye Feng thought that this generation was truly lost. He asked quietly, “Huaihuai, did you get it all recorded?”

“It’s all on tape. This is enough to give their parents a real headache,” Huaihuai replied with a grin.

Knowing everything was settled, Ye Feng no longer hesitated. He strode forward and delivered a powerful kick straight at Bai Weiqi.

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