Rebirth of the Peak Young Master

Chapter 978 978: Unanimously Terrified

"I'll give you a chance, call your boss now. There's still a chance to survive. Otherwise, you won't be leaving today," Ye Fengsheng said.

The arm of a dry flower is unclear, so strangely, as Ye Fengsheng's voice speaks, a hysterical scream erupts, and then they suddenly turn around, looking at the shrieking Zhuo Zi, their faces change drastically.

The curved blade that had just vanished in front of everyone's eyes has completely pierced through Zhuo Zi's thigh, already a genuine "One Cut Two Ah Holes!"

More dramatically, if the blood hadn't flowed down the thigh, pooling into a crimson stream on the ground, they wouldn't have noticed that even the hilt of the curved blade had drilled into flesh and bone!

"If I don't see the person I want to meet, I'll give you three minutes, after three minutes..."

The words were cold. Ye Fengsheng's palm slowly lay on the table before him. Then, with a gentle thud, he smashed down the table, which was covered with steel plates, exceeding ten centimeters in thickness.

For a moment, everyone trembled, not daring to let go.

Looking at the leaves and the light-clouded phoenix sound, the faces of everyone around were unified and fearful. Especially Manager Li, who seemed to have seen a ghost.

The dining table here is not only sturdy, designed to maintain weight without moving easily, but also inset with very hard steel plates. Bare-handed, even with a cutting machine, it wouldn't easily be damaged in half an hour, exposing the full thickness of two fingers from the fracture surface. The silver gleam was clearly distinguishable.

Even iron and steel might be smashed bare-handed. What kind of terrifying character came with the Jing family?

"You don't have much time left."

Just as everyone was stunned by the scene, Ye Fengsheng's cold words again reached their ears: "Since you don't want to choose a way to live, I'll make you die."

Even though it's midsummer, such indifferent words still felt chilling.

Especially for this statement's purpose, the cramp in the lower abdomen, the knife on the thigh, the blood dripping, just like walking barefoot on ice and snow, the frozen teeth constantly clenched and trembled, breaths gasping, shivering.

Conditioned, he reached out and grabbed the flower arm beside him. He stammered for a long time, unable to utter a single sentence.

The more anxious he was, the more chaotic his actions became. Picking up his phone was as difficult as taking the Buddhist Scripture from the West. Getting what he wanted required ninety-eight repeated disasters!

The learned Zhuo Zi's eyes hesitated, while the arm hesitated on the side, opening with Ye Fengsheng's voice: "Brother, we'll notify the boss to come, you, no, wait a moment, just hold on."

He stood with Zhuo Zi, naturally under greater pressure than others, so he was a bit incoherent now, coupled with a lower cultural level, organizing for a long time, managing to express the meaning with one sentence, struggling for time.

"I don't have much patience. You better hurry."

Ye Fengsheng replied calmly and naturally, implying he fully understood the trembling person before him, glancing sideways at the wine stain on Jing Ya's large suit, saying, "You need to change your clothes first."

"But..."

Jing Ya wanted to say something but was interrupted by Ye Fengsheng's gaze.

Ye Fengsheng's voice and eyes clearly expressed a meaning, which was:

Even if these people can't clean themselves up, then he's a bit too small.

So she nodded and left the restaurant.

"What are you doing!"

Not far from the door, Zeng Jin went in and out, fanned the white Lexus parked by the roadside, his face full of impatience.

"Why are you here?"

Du Rong rolled down the car window, glanced at Zeng Jin outside the car. His words were stranger. Then he looked at a group of men and women standing over there not far away, suddenly realizing, "Playing with a companion?" What's the matter? Do you have something new to introduce to me?

At this point, his face showed a large float.

"What are you thinking!"

Seeing this friend still thinking about women at the moment once in a predicament: "How dare you mess around here! Do you know who's inside?"

"Who?"

Du Rong puffed a cigarette from his mouth in disagreement. "Just had some conflict with Meng Zimo's family in the hot spring area earlier. Those two people were right next to him. If they don't take it seriously, it's okay. I'm not someone who can't find anything. Who knew that kid would curse me before he left. I asked the bodyguard to stop him for advice. He's fine. I've already beaten my bodyguard, I can't swallow it."

As he spoke, a victorious glint flashed across his eyes: "How? Is this play interesting?"

Then, looking at Zeng Jin's face full of disgust and hatred, he was stunned, asked: "That kid isn't your friend? If you have a good relationship with him, let him set a table for me in public, then it's finished. Otherwise, leave it alone. I must let him know how the conversation ends."

"You..."

"You!"

The roots of his teeth once entered hatred, itched, then pointed his fingers at his face: "Do you know who hit?"

Du Rong squinted in the dim lights inside the car. After confirming there was indeed an indistinct palm print on his face, his eyes appeared a bit fierce: "Have you been hit by him?"

"Good kid, so brave and fat, even dared to start on our turf. Tonight I must kill him; I'll have them bring him here. You say, how should we correct it!"

He was among a gang of four, a lackey, a Great Disciple, but this had been fought with his capability little by little consolidated into a fighting position, so Du Rong was the one with whom he was closest. Now, upon hearing that friends were beaten, how could he resist, immediately pulling out his phone to order.

"Don't stop!"

He hurriedly pressed Du Long's hand; pressing it, his voice made sure to stress every word: "You are truly unlucky! We cannot provoke anyone inside!"

"Hmm?"

Du Rong was half-believing, half-doubting: "Is there anyone here still we can't provoke? Isn't that the eldest son of the Jing family?"

Then he waved his hand self-deprecatingly: "Impossible, I met Jing Daxiong. Not like that kid; that 47-year-old bottle is about to be opened tonight. Jing Daxiong is busy drinking, where would I have time to mix in here."

"You damn fool!"

A restrained roar to the extreme, Du Rong sucked a puff of smoke from Zeng Jin's mouth into his lungs for a long time, this spicy drill made his wrist begin to tremble, opening it, his voice still trembling slightly: "The person inside is not Jing Chu."

"Just them?"

Du Rong smiled and patted Zeng Jin's shoulder. He wanted to say more but heard words like "Nine Ghosts," making his whole body feel cold.

"The person inside is Jing Chu's sister, Jing Ya. The person you're talking about came with Jing Ya."

The hand that was outstretched paused in mid-air, Du Rong's eyes were full of incredulous expression, the corners of his mouth began to twitch, after a long time, somewhere a chill traveled, then his body uncontrollably began to shiver.

The person he had encountered earlier in the hot spring area was Jing Chu's younger sister from Luxi City's Jing family.

It's no wonder she'd look at him with such indifferent gaze, he thought it was disdain and scorn. Now, recalling, if Jin Ya used that kind of gaze to look at himself, it was certainly a matter.