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

Wen Ya's beautiful eyes widened, almost popping out of their sockets. She stared intently at Ye Feng's figure, a wave of extreme shock and excitement washing over her.

This...this is impossible!

Forty or fifty retired martial arts experts from the city lord's mansion couldn't even withstand a single move from Ye Feng.

The horrific scene was so horrifying that it made one's eyes widen and one's body go cold.

Dead!

A deathly silence!

The only sounds in the gym were the heavy breathing and the pounding of hearts.

Wang Qianlong was stiff all over, his face was as white as paper, and his lips trembled. He couldn't say a word. He originally thought that Ye Feng was going to die today, but the scene in front of him completely overturned his understanding. This Ye Feng was not human at all, but a demon god!

Xie Linyuan and Kang Mao were so terrified that they were trembling uncontrollably!

Chang Mingwei stood frozen in place, completely petrified. He stared blankly at the corpses scattered on the ground, then looked at Ye Feng. His whole body was ice-cold, his blood seemed to have frozen, and an unprecedented sense of unease and fear overwhelmed him like a tidal wave.

The core martial arts force of Jiang Teng Group, which he was so proud of, and the top experts who he claimed could kill even the strongest martial spirit realm experts, were all slaughtered by Ye Feng in a matter of moments!

What kind of monster is this?!

Before Chang Mingwei could react, a gust of wind rushed towards him, and Ye Feng flashed in front of him, reaching out to grab his neck and lifting him up.

Chang Mingwei's feet left the ground, he struggled to breathe, and his face turned bright red. He gripped Ye Feng's wrist tightly but couldn't break free. He could only watch helplessly as Ye Feng's indifferent eyes were filled with amusement.

"You just said you wanted to destroy my dantian and break my limbs???" Ye Feng's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a chilling aura as it reached Chang Mingwei's ears.

Chang Mingwei was terrified, his arrogance completely gone. He shook his head frantically, cold sweat pouring down his forehead like a waterfall, his voice trembling with sobs as he pleaded, "No...no, no, no! Mr. Ye! I was wrong! I was wrong! I apologize! I make amends! Please forgive me!"

At this moment, he no longer possessed any of the arrogance of the young master of Jiang Teng Group. He was like a stray dog, and he didn't care about anything else in order to survive.

With that, he whirled around to his few remaining men, screaming hysterically, "What are you all standing there for?! This is all Kang Mao and Xie Linyuan's doing! They're the ones who caused this mess! Kill them both! Now!!"

He wanted to shift all the blame onto Xie Linyuan and Kang Mao in order to save his life.

Xie Linyuan was terrified out of his wits. He collapsed to the ground, his legs trembling, and cried out to Chang Mingwei, "Young Master Chang! Don't kill me! Don't kill me! I'm still useful to you! My father is the governor! I can help you! Please spare me!"

Kang Mao was also trembling with fear, his face as pale as paper. He looked at Chang Mingwei's ferocious face and then at Ye Feng's indifferent eyes, feeling that death was approaching him.

Chang Mingwei was seething with hatred. If it weren't for Xie Linyuan and Kang Mao, how could he have offended Ye Feng, this fiend? How could he have ended up in this predicament! He roared inwardly: What good are you?! If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be in this situation!

"Kill them now!! Now!!" Chang Mingwei roared, his eyes filled with madness.

One of his men dared not disobey and quickly stepped forward, grabbing Xie Linyuan by the neck. Xie Linyuan struggled desperately, but to no avail. With a crisp cracking sound, Xie Linyuan's head lolled to the side, and he was completely lifeless.

"Uncle!!!" Kang Mao was terrified. Looking at Xie Linyuan's corpse, he trembled like a leaf and cried out to Ye Feng, "I don't want to die! I don't want to die! Mr. Ye, please spare me!"

Seeing Kang Mao's desperate state, Wen Ya finally softened. Gritting her teeth, her face pale with shame, she quickly walked to Ye Feng and pleaded, "Ye Feng, wait! Let my husband go! He knows he was wrong and will never dare to bother you again!"

Upon hearing this, Ye Feng looked down at Wen Ya, his gaze sweeping over her tight back clad in yoga pants. Looking at her curvaceous and sexy figure, a cold smile curled at the corner of his lips: "You can let him go if you want."

"But you have to agree to one condition."

Wen Ya's heart tightened, and she subconsciously asked, "What are the conditions?"

Ye Feng leaned down slightly, close to Wen Ya's ear, and whispered his conditions. His warm breath brushed against Wen Ya's ear, making her tremble. Her beautiful eyes widened instantly, her face filled with complex emotions of shock and embarrassment. She never expected that Ye Feng would make such a condition.

Ye Feng looked at her blushing cheeks and smiled calmly, "It's fine if you don't agree. At worst, I'll just collect his corpse."

"No!! No!! I promised!!" Wen Ya was afraid that Ye Feng would go back on his word, so she quickly grabbed Ye Feng's arm, her tone pleading. Her pink cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were filled with shyness and nervousness, making her look adorable.

"Fine, for your sake, I'll spare his life, but don't forget your agreement with me," Ye Feng said calmly, then looked at Chang Mingwei and said coldly, "Let him live."

"Yes, yes, yes!" Chang Mingwei nodded hurriedly. At this moment, he dared not have the slightest objection. As long as he could live, he would be willing to kneel down and kowtow, let alone spare Kang Mao.

Wang Qianlong stood to the side, his body stiff and his face pale. He looked at Ye Feng with horror in his heart. Even Chang Mingwei had been trampled underfoot by Ye Feng, so how could he dare to have the slightest dissent?

Ye Feng's gaze suddenly swept over, a playful sneer curling at the corner of his lips: "What? You're not convinced??"

Wang Qianlong trembled with fear, quickly shaking his head and saying in a trembling voice, "No...no! I'm completely in awe of you! I have absolutely no objections!"

He was terrified that Ye Feng might kill him if he was displeased, so he dared not show any arrogance at this moment.

Ye Feng's gaze then turned to Zhou Feifei, and he looked her up and down, a smile of interest curving his lips: "It's been a while since I last saw you, and your breasts have gotten even bigger."

Zhou Feifei felt uncomfortable under Ye Feng's direct gaze. Her pretty face flushed, and she felt flustered, afraid that Ye Feng was up to something again. She quickly lowered her head, moved closer to Wang Qianlong, and avoided eye contact with Ye Feng.

Ye Feng withdrew his gaze and looked back at Chang Mingwei, whom he was holding in his hand. His expression instantly turned cold, and he said indifferently, "Your people have disturbed my mood, so you have to compensate me. Five million per minute, three hundred million, no objections, right?"

He paused, then added, "Oh, by the way, there's no need for this club to stay open any longer. Have your people raz it to the ground."

"Three hundred million??" Upon hearing this, Chang Mingwei's face turned deathly pale. His heart ached terribly. Three hundred million was no small sum. Even the Jiangteng Group couldn't withstand such a turmoil, let alone the fact that they would have to demolish the clubhouse, which would be another huge loss.

But looking into Ye Feng's icy eyes and feeling the pressure on his neck, he dared not voice a word of objection. He could only suppress his frustration, nod, and say in a hoarse voice, "No objection. What's mine, I'll pay for!!"

Chang Mingwei took out his phone and, with trembling hands, called the finance department, instructing them to immediately transfer 300 million yuan to Ye Feng. Shortly after, Ye Feng's phone received a notification that the money had been deposited.

Ye Feng looked at the bank transfer notification on his phone, then glanced coldly at Chang Mingwei and warned indifferently, "Remember, you gave me these three hundred million yourself."

"If you're planning to get revenge on me behind my back, you'd better pray that you can keep my back next time."

"Otherwise, Xie Linyuan will be your example!!"

Chang Mingwei's face was full of humiliation. He clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white and cracked. He was filled with rage. Three hundred million yuan had resulted in a brutal beating and the deaths of all his men. He, the young master of Jiang Teng Group, had been humiliated like this. How could he swallow this insult?

But looking into Ye Feng's icy, piercing eyes, he was filled with fear. He could only suppress his anger, forcing a smile that looked more like a grimace, and said in a trembling voice, "No... I dare not retaliate, I absolutely dare not take revenge on Mr. Ye!"