Chapter 424 Brothe’s Fetish! Courting to be stepped by Jade feets?

Chapter 424 Brothe's Fetish! Courting to be stepped by Jade feets?

?"Tsk, are you dense? Didn't you listen? He's your unofficial father!" Lei Feng snaps back, irritation flaring. Without warning, he spins on his heel and delivers a brutal kick directly to Wu Tianhao's face.

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'What in the world is happening!?' Wu Tianhao screams internally, his mind a whirlwind of shock that momentarily dulls the physical pain of the assault.

Lei Feng, turning back to Zhang Wei with a twisted sense of amusement, lets out a dark, foreboding laugh. Brandishing his knife with a threatening grace, he declares, "Brother, you've proved quite an entertainer. For that alone, I'll spare your legs!" His voice drips with a chilling promise, a sinister blend of mockery and menace.

Huo Gang, witnessing the bizarre exchange, stands utterly dumbfounded. "What the—Boss, were you just pretending to be dumb?"

Lei Feng's frown deepens, his annoyance palpable. "Of course, what else did you think—" he begins, only to be cut off by Zhang Wei's biting interjection.

"Of course, your leader wasn't acting. In fact, he's just dumb!" Zhang Wei quips, his tone laced with undisguised sarcasm.

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Lei Feng stands frozen, his expression blank for a moment before rage overtakes him. Veins bulge on his forehead, a testament to his struggle to contain the fury boiling within.

"Good! Good! You're courting death, you bastard!" he seethes, teeth grinding in anger as he catches Zhang Wei's provocatively smug smile.

In that charged moment, when the air was thick with the imminence of violence, two unexpected sounds pierced through the tension like a knife through silk.

"Zhang Wei!"

"Why did you run away without us!"

The entrance of Leng Yan and Wu Xue into the fray was like a whirlwind disrupting a stalemate. Leng Yan, with a determined glare, forged ahead, clearing a path with an authority that contrasted her size.

Lei Feng's confusion quickly turned to anger, his features contorting into a scowl. "What number one!?" he spat out, his fury directed at Tang Bo. "And you, Tang Bo, how dare you attack and injure my man. Are you not afraid of the repercussions?"

"Do you want to provoke wa—arrgghhhhhhhh!" Lei Feng's threat cuts off abruptly as Tang Bo, with a swift and ruthless motion, lunges forward.

Swoosh!

The machete in his hand flashes in the dim light, and in one fell swoop, Lei Feng's hand, previously outstretched in accusation, is severed. The room fills with his agonized screams.

With Lei Feng's injured form crumpled in pain, Tang Bo seized him by the hair, forcing him to look up. "Bastard, take a good look—there stands your superior, the number one brother of Qingyun! Brother Zhang!" Tang Bo's voice was fierce, his words a command. "Remember the name, etch the image into your memory, or I'll tear those eyes right out of your skull!"

"..."

As Tang Bo's fervor reached its peak, Zhang Wei couldn't help but cringe inwardly. The intensity of the retaliation was bordering on excessive, and it stirred a sense of second-hand embarrassment within him.

Suddenly, the charged silence was broken by a deafening "Boom!"—the sound of justice, or perhaps vengeance, being meted out without restraint.

"Arugh! Fuckkk! Leave m—"

Another "Boom!" echoed through the space, punctuating Lei Feng's pleas with the harsh reality of his situation.

He was mercilessly trampled under their shoes, each blow a testament to the consequences of crossing paths with Zhang Wei.

Meanwhile, the rest of men fanned out, swiftly and efficiently taking control of the entire area, their actions as decisive as they were brutal.

"Brother Zhang! How was it, are you satisfied?" Tang Bo, standing triumphantly with one foot planted on Lei Feng's swollen face, looked up at Zhang Wei with a grin that was both proud and expectant.

Zhang Wei, momentarily at a loss for words, can only offer a silent thumbs up in response. His mind, however, was elsewhere, focused on extracting themselves from the immediate aftermath of their intervention.

With a sense of urgency, he turns away from the scene, guiding Wu Xue and Leng Yan outside, the two women closely following him, their expressions a mix of relief and disbelief at the swift turn of events.

Wu Tianhao, still reeling from the shock of his sister's rescue and the violent upheaval, staggers behind them, his steps unsteady but quickening with the promise of escape.

The night air outside the casino feels almost surreal in its calmness compared to the storm they leave behind.