Top-class Bodyguard

Chapter 594 - 574: You Guys Are Paying

However, they were also people who had weathered many storms. Mr. Zhao immediately said with a commanding tone, "You young man, you have some nerve to come here after beating our people!"

Without saying a word, Ren Feng stepped forward and kicked him hard in the chest. Instantly, Mr. Zhao's fat body flew through the air like a pig and crashed onto the glass table, shattering it.

The other wealthy businessmen, who were about to speak harshly, were intimidated by Ren Feng's demeanor and swallowed their words.

This person before them seemed a bit terrifying.

"Young man, calm down. I think there's some misunderstanding here." One businessman approached with a smile plastered on his face.

"Yes, young man, don't be so impulsive. It's no good for either of us. Besides, I believe there's nothing that can't be solved with money, don't you think?" Mr. Chen also chimed in from the side.

Meanwhile, the bar manager came over with a bunch of people. He was a middle-aged man, also in a suit. Seeing Ren Feng and the group of businessmen, as well as the bodyguards broken on the floor, he couldn't help but be stunned.

"Gentlemen, whatever the issue is, you can sit down and discuss it. There's no need to get physical," the manager said with a smile.

Ren Feng didn't say anything, just calmly asked, "Who was it that wanted to invite my girlfriend over earlier?"

Mr. Chen smiled slightly, "Young man, there's no need to keep pursuing this. We're all just trying to get along out here. Let's say I give you a hundred thousand, would that settle things?"

"Who was the one who invited her?" Ren Feng's gaze turned cold, as the previously restrained killing intent and aura erupted, causing the businessmen and the manager to feel a suffocating pressure.

"It was Mr. Chen. Young man, we just wanted to invite your girlfriend for a drink and make friends, that's all." A businessman said, with Mr. Chen nodding hastily in agreement, "Yes, yes, we didn't mean anything else, it's just that your girlfriend is too beautiful, and we wanted to invite her for a drink."

"So, you're Mr. Chen?" Ren Feng's eyes faintly glanced at the businessman surnamed Chen.

Mr. Chen felt cold sweat starting to form on his forehead. He couldn't understand why, in front of this young man, there was such immense pressure, something he had never encountered before. It was similar to the pressure he felt when dealing with sly old foxes in business deals, although the nature was different. It suggested that this young man was extraordinary.

"Young man, how about I give you three hundred thousand, no, five hundred thousand to let this matter slide." Mr. Chen said with a smile.

However, Ren Feng's expression turned icy cold. He ignored Mr. Chen entirely and instead grabbed a handful of Mr. Chen's hair. Before Mr. Chen could react, his face still wearing a smile, he was slammed down hard onto another glass table by Ren Feng!

"Crash."

The glass shattered into pieces, and blood flowed freely over Mr. Chen's head from the sudden turn of events, causing another round of screams in the crowd.

Even the manager was stunned, never expecting that Ren Feng would dare do such a thing under these circumstances, cold sweat appearing on his forehead.

Mr. Chen was also enraged, trembling as he pointed at Ren Feng: "You, you..."

The businessmen beside him also fumed, thinking that despite their friendly smiles, Ren Feng still dared to make a move.

"You're too arrogant. Let me tell you, we could crush you with our money!" The businessmen looked at Ren Feng with a harsh gaze.

"You refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit," one businessman shouted angrily, "I'm telling you, from now on, don't think about making a living in Jiangnan!"

"Oh, really?" Ren Feng's lips curled into a faint smile, "That is, if you can make it out of here."

Hearing this, the bar manager's face turned pale. Is he implying he intends to kill right in my bar? How am I supposed to keep my business running?

"Brother, let it go. It's better to avoid unnecessary troubles," the bar manager advised.

"These guys?" Ren Feng scoffed, "If they die, I won't."

"And what's this about crushing me with money? Unless you have over ten trillion, don't boast, and I mean in Pound Sterling," Ren Feng said casually. As if joking, Wind Mark Mercenary Corps' enterprises make tens of millions easily, trying to compete with me in wealth?

Ten trillion?

The businessmen all laughed, thinking it was a joke.

Seeing them laugh, Ren Feng also smiled slightly and then directly went to turn off the music, picking up the microphone and said, "The bar's losses today will be on me."

The bar manager breathed a sigh of relief, thankful someone would cover the loss.

"Tonight, all of your consumption will be paid by me," Ren Feng said with a soft smile.

At these words, the crowd erupted in cheers, especially the women, who screamed exaggeratedly, practically adoring Ren Feng.

"Moreover, everyone here tonight will receive ten thousand each," Ren Feng continued.

That wasn't just cheering; it was sheer pandemonium. Damn, this guy is generous.

The businessmen were stunned, unsure about Ren Feng. If it's ten thousand each, the total amount would be at least a million here.

But soon, they scoffed. Could he really afford it?

Ren Feng slowly walked towards the businessmen, all eyes fixed on him with admiration.

"You may talk big, but can you really afford it?" a businessman mocked.

"Who said I was going to pay?" A faint smile appeared on Ren Feng's lips, "Even if I have money, I won't play the fool. Naturally, you guys will pay for this."

We pay?

The businessmen laughed disdainfully, with Ren Feng also wearing a smile, "If you don't pay, you won't be leaving this bar."

"Based on wha..."

A businessman attempted to protest, but Ren Feng cut him off with a punch, pounding him with enough force to swallow his words.

Sitting down slowly on the sofa, Ren Feng calmly said, "I don't joke around. Either pay up or become permanently disabled; your choice."

Observing the silent Ren Feng, the businessmen's expressions fluctuated.

"I haven't got time for you to think. If there's no decision in one minute, I break one leg. Two minutes without a result, two legs. Three minutes, you won't be leaving." Ren Feng's calm words were chilling.

One businessman was about to speak when Mr. Chen stopped him and said, "Fine, we'll pay."

"Mr. Chen, this..." The others were anxious. Mr. Chen signaled them to be quiet and took out his phone to call for the money.

Before long, bodyguards arrived carrying two boxes, which, when opened, were full of cash.

Mr. Chen snorted coldly, turned, and walked away.

The bar manager looked at the money, utterly dumbfounded.