Entering the wrong room, he became invincible after conquering the voluptuous aunt.

They don't even put Jiangteng Group in their eyes, how audacious do they have?

Everyone who looked at Ye Feng gasped in astonishment.

Xie Linyuan suffered a comminuted fracture of his right leg, and his trouser leg was already soaked in blood. His calves were trembling, but he hurriedly pulled out his phone. He dared not be negligent for a moment. Ye Feng had only given him ten minutes, and every second that passed felt like a death knell.

On the other end of the phone, in a luxurious private room at the Platinum Hyatt Private Club in the suburbs.

Chang Mingwei leaned back on the leather sofa, his left hand resting on the armrest as he played with a Hetian jade thumb ring. Two rows of black-clad bodyguards stood beside him, their hands at their sides, each with sharp eyes and a composed demeanor. They were all martial arts experts handpicked by the Jiang Teng Group, with at least a Martial Emperor level, and their aura was intimidating.

Across from him sat a young man in a suit and tie, a cigar between his fingers, his face full of frustration amidst the swirling smoke.

There was also a young woman wearing a short skirt that reached her hips, her long, white legs crossed, looking incredibly sexy.

The young man and the young woman were none other than Wang Qianlong and Zhou Feifei.

Wang Qianlong was looking at Chang Mingwei, complaining bitterly, his tone full of resentment and frustration: "Young Master Chang, I really didn't lie to you! That kid was incredibly arrogant. Not only did he cripple my leg, but I also got a severe beating from my father!"

Chang Mingwei raised an eyebrow upon hearing this, a playful sneer playing on his lips: "There's such a cocky kid in Jiangcheng? He doesn't even put your governor's son in his eyes, and he even got your father to beat you up?"

Wang Qianlong gave a bitter smile and sighed, then stubbed out his cigar: "Young Master Chang, why would I lie to you? That kid is incredibly arrogant, and he seems to be getting quite close to a few prominent women. You know, even though he's arrogant, my dad's illness seems to have really improved. Anyway, I don't dare to mess with him easily right now, but as long as I find an opportunity, I will definitely pay him back with interest."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Feifei's legs inexplicably tightened. Her mind flashed back to her previous entanglement with Ye Feng, and the memory of his extremely domineering and fierce nature still made her heart burn and her cheeks flush with a secret blush. Her shame and anger were mixed with a hint of excitement that she herself did not want to admit, and her thoughts were in complete turmoil.

"He's just a nobody, don't worry about him. Let's continue drinking."

Chang Mingwei shook his head, his face cold, a hint of frivolity in his eyes. He then looked at Zhou Feifei, smiled with narrowed eyes, and said, "By the way, Miss Zhou, you have a wide network of connections in the industry and know many beautiful women. Could you introduce me to one of your girlfriends sometime, preferably a female celebrity?"

Zhou Feifei snapped out of her daze, her cheeks instantly flushing red. She hurriedly nodded and replied, "Okay, Young Master Chang, don't worry, I'll definitely keep an eye out for you."

Chang Mingwei was overjoyed and was about to have someone prepare something nice to entertain him, but the cell phone on the table started vibrating wildly again, its shrill ringtone irritating him.

His face darkened, and upon seeing that it was Xie Linyuan, his impatience exploded instantly. He answered and immediately yelled, "Are you going to keep hitting me? Is your father dying or your family collapsing? Are you in such a hurry to be reborn?"

On the other end of the phone, Xie Linyuan clung to the last straw, his cries laced with fear as he screamed, "Young Master Chang! You finally answered! It's not my father who's dying, it's me! I'm about to die! Some madman crippled my brother-in-law Kang Mao and even publicly humiliated his wife. He took down all the hundred-plus Grandmaster-level thugs I brought with me in one move. Now he's stepping on my leg and saying that if you don't arrive within ten minutes, he'll smash my head in!"

Chang Mingwei was taken aback at first, then sneered and said coldly with a disdainful look, "What's the big deal? Why are you so flustered? He's just a greenhorn. Tell him to wait. I'll be there in half an hour."

"No, Young Master Chang!" Xie Linyuan completely broke down, his cries distorted, his voice hoarse and torn from fear. "He's a madman! He's incredibly ruthless, completely unreasonable! Please, you must get here within ten minutes, or he really will trample me to death!!"

"I've been talking for half an hour, are you deaf?" Chang Mingwei shouted sternly, his finger already on the hang-up button.

Xie Linyuan, his voice cracking with desperation, cried out and pleaded frantically, "Young Master Chang! Wait!! I'll give you an extra 20 million this month! I'll even send you two bottles of 30-year-old Moutai! Please have mercy and save me!"

Hearing this, Chang Mingwei's lips curled into a satisfied smile. Twenty million was not a lot, but Xie Linyuan's tactfulness pleased him. He immediately smiled with satisfaction: "You're sensible. I happen to be nearby, I'll be there in ten minutes."

Xie Linyuan's face was indeed long and mournful, filled with despair: "Young Master Chang, there are only eight minutes left. My life depends on you. Please don't delay!"

"Enough with the nonsense, I got it." Chang Mingwei hung up the phone immediately after speaking, then turned to Wang Qianlong and Zhou Feifei and said calmly, "There's some hothead causing trouble at the gym in the east of the city. He's got a death wish. Let's go see what's going on."

Wang Qianlong's eyes lit up, and he immediately became interested, exclaiming, "Hiss! Dares to provoke your Jiangteng Group? Young Master Chang, I'll go with you and see which ignorant fool is this!"

Zhou Feifei quickly stood up, her eyes filled with curiosity and a hint of secret excitement: "I'll go too."

She also wanted to see who had the audacity to provoke Chang Mingwei.

Chang Mingwei nodded, stood up, patted the wrinkles in his suit, and waved behind him, saying, "Go and gather the men. I, Chang Mingwei, am going to kill someone today."

"Yes, Young Master Chang."

Soon, more than a dozen black cars downstairs started up, their engines roaring and echoing through the club's parking lot. Their headlights pierced the night as they sped towards the East City Gym.

Inside the gym, everyone held their breath. Kang Mao lay in a pool of blood, his limbs broken, his body convulsing, his chest heaving violently. His eyes, filled with venomous hatred, seemed to drip blood as he glared at Ye Feng, cursing him inwardly: "Ye! You dare to provoke even Young Master Chang!! You won't live much longer!!"

Kang Mao was filled with hatred, but Ye Feng held Wen Ya even tighter, his fingertips gently caressing her slender and supple waist. His tone was wicked and seductive, and suddenly a playful smile appeared on his lips as he spoke with interest in Wen Ya's ear: "Kang Mao probably hasn't touched you much. You're quite well-endowed in certain places. Am I right?"

Swish!

Wen Ya's face instantly turned bright red, the color spreading from her cheeks all the way down to her neck. Shock and shame surged into her heart at the same time. Her beautiful eyes widened, and her plump body tensed up involuntarily. A storm raged in her heart: How... how did this guy know?

She and Kang Mao had been married for six months, and had only met two or three times.

Kang Mao spent his days flirting with married women and having affairs, and had no interest in her whatsoever. Later, she saw through Kang Mao's scumbag nature and became resistant. Every time Kang Mao came near her, she would make excuses to avoid him. Kang Mao became angry and embarrassed, and he became even more reluctant to touch her.

As a newlywed, Wenya naturally longed for that kind of thing.

But Kang Mao, that scumbag, only cared about the women outside, and Wen Ya never received any real care.

Seeing Wen Ya's flustered expression, Ye Feng smiled slightly and breathed warm air into her ear: "Don't worry, once things are resolved, I will make you a real woman."