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Lin Feng's gaze was cold, his eyes filled with killing intent.

"Kneel down and apologize to Wanrong."

How dare you threaten Wanrong, damn you.

At this moment, Lin Feng pronounced Boss Zhao's death sentence in his heart.

He would not directly kill Boss Zhao in public, but with his memories from a thousand years of cultivation, there were hundreds of ways to silently kill Boss Zhao without leaving a trace.

"What did you say?"

Boss Zhao laughed in disdain, as if he had heard an unimaginable joke.

A trash actually dares to shout for him to apologize, and even wants him to kneel down and apologize …. What a joke.

"What did this brat say?" Ask Boss Zhao to apologize? Did you get kicked in the head by a donkey? "

"He is indeed worthy of being called Dong An's famous trash. He actually still dares to shout for an apology from Boss Zhao. He really doesn't know his place."

Everyone in the room had faces full of ridicule and ridicule.

Only, their mocking voices, followed by Lin Feng's next move, were abruptly cut off.

"Bam!"

Lin Feng grabbed a bottle of red wine and smashed it onto Boss Zhao's head. The glass bottle that was filled to the brim with red wine was very sturdy and it directly smashed Boss Zhao's head into pieces. The dark red wine mixed with fresh blood seeped into Boss Zhao's broken scalp.

"Hiss!"

The hearts of the people in the room trembled, and they couldn't help but take in a breath of cold air.

What they didn't know was that these were just appetizers. What came next was even more ruthless.

"Kneel down and apologize to Wanrong."

Lin Feng coldly continued, his face was expressionless.

At the same time, a burst of immortal elements shot into Boss Zhao's body, destroying some of his critical nerves.

Within three days, he would definitely die.

"Brat, I will definitely kill you!"

He touched the top of his head which was dripping with blood and bellowed furiously as he looked at the blood on his hands.

He had never been wronged like this before. If he didn't get his revenge, how could he suppress the anger in his heart?

"If you can't see the coffin, don't cry!"

The bottle of red wine in Lin Feng's hand had already been spilled all over, and there was only a small half of the bottle left. He held the bottle tightly and stabbed towards Boss Zhao's thigh.

The sharp glass stubble pierced directly into Boss Zhao's thigh. As Boss Zhao twisted and turned, there was a heart-wrenching pain.

Gulp, gulp …

Dark red blood gushed out of the wound, accompanied by Boss Zhao's miserable shrieks.

"So ruthless!"

The other people in the room trembled when they saw this.

They were usually ruthless characters, but looking at it now, compared to Lin Feng's ruthlessness, they were just children playing around.

"I'll say it one last time, kneel down and apologize to Wanrong."

Lin Feng continued to twist and turn the bottle of blood that was stuck in Boss Zhao's thigh, turning a blind eye to the fresh blood that was flowing out.

The killing intent in his eyes grew stronger.

Miss Zhang, I was wrong, thousands of mistakes are all my fault, I shouldn't have threatened you, I shouldn't have said those words to insult you, I was wrong, I really was wrong …

Boss Zhao was frightened and begged.

The pain, the stabbing pain, and the gurgling blood made him feel as if he were facing the threat of death.

This fellow had no doubt that if he did not kneel down and apologize, Lin Feng would really torture him to death.

"Let's go!"

Lin Feng stopped and pulled Zhang Wanrong up, wanting to leave.

Right at this moment, a flurry of footsteps sounded out from outside the room.

"Who is it?" Hearing the sound of footsteps, Lin Feng stopped for the moment.

The messy and hurried footsteps abruptly stopped at the door. Following which, following the sound of knocking, the door to the private room was slowly pushed open.

The moment Zheng Jun pushed open the door and entered, he respectfully greeted:

"Master Lin, I just saw you enter the private room here to meet your friends. I don't have anything else to do, it's just that I saw you come here so I brought a few bottles of good wine … …"

Entering, seeing the situation in the room, Zheng Jun stopped midway.

The situation in front of him was very clear. Lin Feng had not come to see some friend, but to seek revenge.

"Juno, save me, this brat hit someone in your club, this is breaking your rules."

Although Boss Zhao's Emerald Mine was located in Myanmar, he was a resident of Dong An. Every year, he spent most of his time here.

He was a regular customer of this place and was relatively familiar with Zheng Jun. Now that he saw Zheng Jun, this fellow felt that he had reached the point of saving his life.

It was a pity that he didn't have the chance to personally witness the scene in the Sky No. 1 Room. Otherwise, he wouldn't have such thoughts right now.

"F * ck you!" Zheng Jun flew into a rage as he went forward and kicked Boss Zhao to the ground.

What strength did Lin Feng have? Killing people and injuring people in the air was completely a technique that was close to that of a god.

To many people, Zheng Jun was indeed sharp, but to Lin Feng, he was merely a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

"Juno, it's me, Old Zhao, it's me, it's Old Zhao, it's this brat, beat someone up in the clubhouse, quickly cripple him …" Boss Zhao thought that Zheng Jun did not see his appearance clearly and continued to call out.

"Shut the f * ck up!" Zheng Jun walked up and ferociously kicked the spot where Boss Zhao was injured, "I know it's you, from now on, you f * cking dare to yell again, I'll kill you right now."

His club had a rule that forbade people from fighting, but that also depended on the situation.

The Martial Arts Grandmaster in front of him, who could kill people in the air, let alone beating this Boss Zhao, even if he killed him, he could only pretend that he did not see anything.

Not to mention that he was now just a puppet placed on the table by the other party.

"Juno, I, I …"

Boss Zhao was not satisfied and wanted to say something, but facing Zheng Jun's murderous gaze, he finally shut his mouth. Although he was rich, he did not dare to offend someone like Zheng Jun.

Those who lick their blood with their sabers are the ones who they, as businessmen, do not want to offend the most.

"Master Lin, could it be that the Master Lin that Zheng Jun spoke of is this young man?"

Stopping, Boss Zhao and the rest of the people in the room suddenly realized an important question.

Zheng Jun entered the room and respectfully called out to the Master Lin, but in the private room, none of them had the surname Lin, furthermore, even if they did, with their own strength, they did not have the qualifications to be called this respectful by Zheng Jun.

The result was obvious, and it seemed that the only one who could make Zheng Jun call him Master Lin with such respect was this young man in front of him.

"How is this possible … This is just a trash that the Lin Family abandoned the Young Master! "