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

Arrogant, so arrogantly outrageous.

Wen Ya's body, wrapped in tight yoga pants, trembled violently. Her fair cheeks flushed red instantly, and her beautiful eyes widened in disbelief as she stared at Ye Feng's back.

This guy is so tough!

Who is Chang Mingwei?

The young master of Jiang Teng Group, a top figure in Jiangcheng's business world, drives a Bentley with six consecutive license plates and has countless capable subordinates. He can make a big splash in Jiangcheng's business circles.

But Ye Feng was different. Not only did he break off his secretary's fingers and throw them at his feet, he even dared to force him to pick them up and eat them. His arrogance was so extreme that it made people feel breathless.

Her heart skipped a beat. This man's toughness probably meant that his background was far more complex than it appeared.

"You fucking want to die!!!"

Chang Mingwei's roar shook the entire gym. His veins bulged, and his eyes, which were originally full of arrogance, were now filled with boundless rage, as if he wanted to devour Ye Feng alive.

In all his years of terror in Jiangcheng, when had he ever suffered such a humiliating disgrace? A severed finger was thrown at his feet, and he was forced to pick it up and eat it. This wasn't just humiliation; it was an attempt to crush Chang Mingwei's face in the mud!

"You bastard surnamed Ye, you've got guts! Just you wait!"

Chang Mingwei gritted his teeth, forcing out cold words. He whirled around to face a black-clad subordinate holding a laptop, his face contorted with extreme malice, his tone ruthless and unwavering: "Investigate! Investigate all of this kid's companies, both publicly and privately. I want his companies bankrupt within ten minutes!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire audience erupted in uproar. The expressions of the onlookers changed drastically, and their gazes toward Chang Mingwei were filled with awe.

This is the true method of the most powerful and wealthy! They can bankrupt a company at the slightest disagreement. Compared to violence, this is real, bloodless killing!

Xie Linyuan lay on the ground, the excruciating pain from his broken leg unable to suppress the elation in his heart. He threw his head back and laughed loudly, his laughter filled with resentment: "Ye Feng! You're dead! Trying to act tough with Young Master Chang, you'll never recover in this lifetime! Once your company goes bankrupt and you're reduced to a stray dog, let's see how arrogant you'll be then!"

Kang Mao also grinned maliciously, his eyes filled with schadenfreude.

Only Tang Shuying stood still, her expression calm and cold, her pretty face without the slightest ripple. She turned her head slightly, looked at Ye Feng beside her, and said with her red lips: "Brother Ye, it's alright. If you really go bankrupt, I'll open a new one for you, no matter how big it is."

Xu Wanmei nodded in agreement and said softly, "Brother Ye Feng, I can help you too. Money is not a problem."

Upon hearing this, Ye Feng turned to the two women and grinned, his eyes full of doting affection. Before he could speak, the black-clad subordinate who had been checking the information rushed over, his face showing a mixture of respect and displeasure. He said, "Young Master Chang, we've...we've found out. This kid doesn't own any companies or have any registered businesses. He's just an unemployed bum."

"What?!"

Chang Mingwei was stunned, then trembled with rage: "Damn it! You don't even have a company? Fine, you're really something else!"

He finally understood. No wonder this kid dared to be so reckless; he had nothing to lose and wasn't afraid of being targeted by his business!

Chang Mingwei laughed in anger, his laughter filled with mockery and murderous intent: "Fine! Fine! Without company assets, without any worries, even if I, Chang Mingwei, kill you today, it's perfectly justified, and no one can find fault with it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Chang Mingwei raised his hand.

"Clap clap clap!"

Three crisp sounds rang out, and the forty or fifty men behind him, whose auras were restrained and whose eyes were as sharp as hawks, all took a step forward in unison. The floor beneath their feet trembled slightly, and an extremely terrifying pressure instantly spread out. The temperature in the gym seemed to drop by more than ten degrees, and the onlookers turned pale and retreated, not daring to even breathe.

These people, standing there, were like cold, deadly gods, surrounded by a dense aura of malevolence—an aura that only comes from years of teetering on the edge of life and death, sending chills down one's spine.

Chang Mingwei took out his cigarette case, pulled out a cigar, and his subordinate quickly lit it for him. He took a deep drag, and through the swirling smoke, he looked at Ye Feng with a cold expression, his tone full of condescending disdain: "You, surnamed Ye, do you know who they are?"

"They are the core martial arts force of my Jiangteng Group. Each of them is a top expert who retired from the City Lord's Mansion. Don't even mention an arrogant brat like you. Even if you were a powerful expert at the Undying Martial Soul Realm, you would only face certain death in their hands!"

He exhaled a smoke ring, his eyes sinister: "I'll give you one last chance. Pick up the severed finger from the ground, apologize to Zhong Wei, kowtow to me three times, and offer all your wealth as an apology, and I'll let this matter go and spare your life."

Wenya felt a suffocating pressure coming at her, making it almost impossible for them to breathe.

With so many top martial arts masters, and retired from the City Lord's Mansion, their strength is absolutely terrifying. No matter how good Ye Feng is at fighting, he can't fight against so many opponents, let alone the fact that there are forty or fifty of them!

Wen Ya felt that even if Ye Feng backed down now, it wouldn't be shameful, since the difference in strength between the two sides was too great, and a head-on confrontation would only lead to death.

But she underestimated the man's courage and his confidence.

Ye Feng merely glanced at the forty or fifty martial arts experts, his eyes showing no fear but rather a hint of impatience. He took a few steps forward, walked straight to Chang Mingwei, and before the other could react, raised his hand and delivered a resounding slap!

"Snapped!"

The crisp sound of a slap echoed throughout the gym, instantly drowning out all the noise.

Chang Mingwei's cigar was slapped away, and half of his face swelled up at a visible speed. He was completely stunned and couldn't believe that Ye Feng dared to make a move!

"So you're planning to settle this with force, huh?" Ye Feng's voice was icy as he raised his hand and delivered another slap!

"Snapped!"

"I called you here to calm my anger down!"

"Snapped!"

With the third slap, Chang Mingwei's teeth were loosened, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

"You're just asking for death!"

"Snapped!"

The fourth slap landed hard, sending Chang Mingwei spinning around in place, his head spinning and his ears ringing.

Four slaps, swift, accurate, and ruthless, delivered in one smooth motion, leaving Chang Mingwei dizzy and the entire room silent!

The onlookers were stunned. Wang Qianlong's eyes widened, Zhou Feifei covered her mouth, and Xie Linyuan and Kang Mao's gloating expressions froze instantly, replaced by deep shock.

This Ye Feng has truly gone mad!

"Bastard!!!" Chang Mingwei finally reacted, enraged and like a madman, pointing at Ye Feng and roaring, "You're the one who's really reckless!!! Cripple his martial arts!! Cripple all four of his limbs!! I want him to know the consequences of going against the Jiang Teng Group!!!"

"Prepare to die!!!"

As Chang Mingwei roared, the forty or fifty martial arts experts shouted in unison, their auras exploding outwards, a powerful gust of wind sweeping across the entire area, causing the fitness equipment to sway slightly.

They moved with lightning speed, like tigers descending a mountain. Some held gleaming short knives, while others were unarmed, as they pounced on Ye Feng. The clash of swords and the overwhelming killing intent made everyone tremble with fear.

Everyone instinctively closed their eyes. In their minds, Ye Feng would surely be torn to shreds and reduced to dust by these top experts.

Wen Ya was closest to Ye Feng, and her heart nearly stopped in fright. She subconsciously looked up at Ye Feng, only to see that the man showed no fear whatsoever. Instead, a mocking smile curled at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were filled with indifferent killing intent.

"A martial arts expert?"

Ye Feng chuckled softly, but his voice was clear enough to reach everyone's ears.

"Not even as good as an ant!!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Feng moved and instantly unleashed the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique. A faint golden halo surrounded him, and his movements were as fast as a ghost, leaving behind a series of afterimages.

He was ruthless and deadly, with no hesitation or delay. Those martial arts masters who were terrifying in the eyes of others were as fragile as paper in front of him, easily defeated.

Snap, snap, one neck after another was broken!

It only took a few dozen breaths.

Forty or fifty martial arts experts had their necks snapped by Ye Feng in quick succession; the gruesome deaths were so shocking that it made one's eyes widen in horror!