Reborn in 2006, it's incredibly awesome!

Lin Feng stared at the man in the lead opposite him for a few seconds, then shook his head with a smile. What a small world!

The person in charge was none other than Zhao Hu.

During the New Year's Eve celebration, Raymond Lam took a group of girlfriends to the MIX nightclub for drinks and dancing. Zhao Hu, blinded by lust, went up to talk to him, and was immediately punched by Ah Qiang, who made him vomit and lie on the ground for a long time, unable to straighten up.

Later, when Lin Feng and his group finished playing and came out, this guy gathered more than twenty non-mainstream people to block them at the door.

But in the end, A-Qiang beat them all up by himself, leaving a bunch of non-mainstream guys with broken arms and legs lying on half the street.

Conservatively estimated, Zhao Hu must have spent hundreds of thousands on medical expenses alone that time.

I never expected to run into you here.

At this moment, Zhao Hu felt that Lin Feng looked familiar. He squinted and looked at him for two seconds. When he saw Lin Feng's face clearly, he was stunned for a moment, and then his whole face turned into a ferocious excitement.

Surrounded by a group of henchmen, he swaggered up to Lin Feng and said in a sarcastic, drawn-out tone, "Yo yo yo, look who this is! It's like finding a needle in a haystack! I've finally caught you."

He glanced sideways behind Lin Feng, not seeing Ah Qiang, and his confidence swelled even more. He sneered, "What? Where's your really capable bodyguard today? What are you going to do? You're going to be in big trouble today!"

Lin Feng remained calm, not even frowning, and simply smiled faintly: "I have distinguished guests here today, I don't have time to play house with you. Take your little darlings and get as far away as possible, don't fucking cause trouble for yourself."

Zhao Hu's face instantly turned cold, and he immediately cursed, "Fuck your mother! Your bodyguard isn't here, yet you're still so arrogant. How dare you show off like that? Who gave you the nerve?"

A man in his forties with a buzz cut standing next to him chuckled, his tone dripping with sarcasm: "Is he the guy who made you lose at MIX last time? Isn't he just a kid who hasn't even grown his first beard yet? Old Zhao, are you any good? You can't even handle a kid. Should I call some men over to back you up? Hahaha..."

Zhao Hu blushed and stubbornly retorted, "Brother Sun, it's easy for you to say that when you're not in the situation! Who knew his bodyguard was so amazing? More than twenty people went up and couldn't even touch the hem of his clothes. This time the bodyguard isn't here, see if I don't kill him."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the tattooed man who had been knocked down around the corner stumbled over, half his face swollen and blood seeping from his ear. Upon seeing Zhao Hu, he acted as if he had seen his own father.

"Tiger, Tiger! This is the kid who took over the Emperor's Hall! Those two foreigners are his bodyguards. Look at the beating they gave me, my ear is bleeding, I can't hear anything now."

Zhao Hu looked in the direction he pointed and saw Heidan and Da Mao standing behind Lin Feng.

One was a dark-skinned, muscular black man, with broad shoulders and a thick back, standing there like a black iron tower.

One was a blond Russian, broad-shouldered and thick-waisted, with arms almost as thick as an average person's waist.

The two of them stood there, exuding a fierce aura that kept strangers at bay.

Zhao Hu scoffed, "Oh! Changed bodyguards? A gorilla and a bear, two big, simple-minded idiots, what good are they? Are they trying to lift weights?"

Lin Feng's eyes turned cold, his icy gaze sweeping over Zhao Hu and his group of scrawny thugs. The VIPs in the private room were still waiting; he had no time to argue with these hooligans.

He turned his head and instructed Black Egg and Big Hair, "I don't have time to chat with them. Guard the door, and attack anyone who dares to come near. Hit them all, just don't kill anyone."

Black Egg and Big Hair nodded in unison, a cruel smile creeping onto their lips. Their eyes, like copper bells, were fixed on Zhao Hu, their knuckles cracking as they clenched their fists.

Lin Feng didn't look at Zhao Hu again, turned around and reached out to open the door to the Emperor's Hall.

Zhao Hu froze on the spot.

He brought more than twenty people, blocked the door and made threats, but the other party didn't even look at him and left without a word.

A surge of anger welled up inside him, and he pointed at Lin Feng's retreating figure, cursing, "Fuck your mother! Did I say you could leave? You lazy bum, come back here and kneel down!"

Lin Feng didn't turn his head or stop walking; he casually closed the door to the private room.

With a soft "bang," it sounded like a big slap to Zhao Hu's face.

His face was contorted with rage, he was trembling with fury, and he waved his hand violently: "All of you, get in! Rush in and drag everyone out, break their legs!"

He brought more than a dozen thugs, plus seven tattooed male henchmen who had just gotten up, and more than twenty people rushed towards the entrance of the Emperor's Hall while shouting.

Black Egg and Big Hair took a step forward, blocking the doorway solidly, like two unmoving gatekeepers.

Just as the thug at the front raised his fist, Black Egg slapped him across the face with a palm the size of a fan.

"Snapped!"

With a crisp sound, the thug flew more than two meters sideways, losing several teeth, and lay on the ground for a long time, unable to get up.

On the other side, Da Mao was even more decisive. With a sweep of his thick leg, the three people at the front were kicked backward and sent flying back, crashing into the people behind them, and a whole bunch of them fell down.

The remaining thugs, their eyes red, charged forward, throwing punches and bottles at the two men.

But when it hits Black Egg and Big Hair's muscles, it's no different from a tickle; it can't even make the two of them take a step back.

The two men were extremely ruthless, punching and kicking each other, each blow accompanied by the cracking sound of bones dislocating and heart-wrenching screams.

In the narrow corridor, cries of agony rose and fell. In just two minutes, more than twenty people were lying on the ground, some with broken arms and legs, some rolling around with their faces covered, crying and screaming in chaos.

Zhao Hu stood at the very back, his face pale.

He thought that without Ah Qiang, Lin Feng would be an easy target, but who would have thought that these two foreigners would be so fierce? These aren't bodyguards, they're two human beasts!

His legs cramped, and he was just about to sneak away when he met Black Egg's cold gaze. He was so frightened that he froze on the spot, too scared to move.