“Yes…yes.” One of the underlings, his body trembling slightly, stepped forward and replied.
"Interesting. Let's go, let's take over the Green Bamboo Society's place and use it as our base!"
Yang Feng's lips curled into a smile, and with a wave of his hand, he headed out of the parking lot. His underlings exchanged glances for a second before following closely behind him.
As they walked out of the ground-level parking lot, the security guards in the security room saw a large, dark crowd inside, some of whom had bloodstains on their bodies. They were so frightened that they shrank back and secretly picked up their phones.
Yang Feng led about 150 people and walked openly into the Phoenix Hotel. The large, dark crowd naturally exuded a powerful aura.
Many people dining at the hotel were startled when they saw so many people suddenly appear at the entrance, thinking they were there to cause trouble, and their faces turned pale with fright.
"Call your boss out. We need to talk this over," Heng Qing, who was standing next to Yang Feng, said in a deep voice.
Yang Feng glanced at Heng Qing from the side and couldn't help but smile. This guy is useful!
"Yes, yes." The receptionist was so startled that he almost dropped the phone and quickly called his boss.
(End of this chapter)
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Chapter 144 Acquisition of Phoenix Hotel
The hotel owner was a middle-aged man, somewhat thin, wearing a black casual suit, with very noticeable bags under his eyes.
"If you don't leave, I'll call the police!" Hotel owner Zhang Chen gripped his phone tightly, looking warily at Yang Feng sitting on the sofa, and shouted.
"Hey? Boss, don't get agitated. We're not here to cause trouble. Besides, do we look like troublemakers?"
Standing behind Yang Feng, Huang Shan frowned and spoke, but he still didn't quite understand why, since this was the Qingzhu Society's territory, they didn't just decide to seize it or take it over, instead of having a proper talk.
"Do you think I'm a three-year-old? Bringing so many people here, what are you doing if not causing trouble? You've already scared away so many of my customers, do you know how much money I've lost? If you don't leave, I'm calling the police!"
A surge of anger welled up in Zhang Chen's heart, and he said sharply.
"Alright, I don't need to say more. You must be someone sent here by the Green Bamboo Society to be the owner, right? You can see behind me now; there are also people from your Green Bamboo Society here, but they're now following me. As for the expert they mentioned who's in charge of this hotel, hehe, he's already been taken over by me..."
Yang Feng raised his hand slightly, signaling Huang Shan not to speak anymore, and then said calmly.
"What? You mean Tang Peng? Senior Tang Peng was killed by you? How is that possible? I don't believe it—"
Zhang Chen's eyes widened slightly, his face filled with disbelief, and he questioned her.
"You don't believe me?" Yang Feng raised an eyebrow, turned to look at Huang Shan, and said, "Have a few men bring his body up to me!"
Upon hearing this, Huang Shan nodded, took out his phone, and made a call to his underling who was still guarding the underground parking lot.
The reason for leaving a few guards in the underground parking lot is to prevent passersby from seeing the hellish scene below.
Otherwise, this would be tomorrow's headline news.
Not long after, two henchmen came up from the elevator of the Phoenix Hotel and dragged Tang Peng, who was as dead as a fish, and threw him in front of Zhang Chen.
This startled Zhang Chen so much that he couldn't help but shudder. His legs went weak, and he sat down on the floor, his eyes filled with terror as he looked at Yang Feng.
Who are these people?
Senior Tang Peng is a legendary martial arts master who can kill a bull with his bare hands.
How could... he die!
Actually, Tang Peng was sent by the Qingzhu Association to oversee this hotel.
"Well, we're all civilized people, why fight and kill each other? Don't you think so, boss?" Yang Feng said, a smile playing on his lips as he crossed his legs.
"Yes, yes, of course, we are all civilized people."
Zhang Chen nodded repeatedly, like a chick pecking at rice, his heart gradually enveloped by fear.
Hearing this, the group of henchmen behind Yang Feng couldn't help but twitch at the corners of their mouths.
"Since we're all civilized people, let's resolve this in a civilized way. I want to buy this hotel! Tell me how much it costs."
Yang Feng spoke in a very calm tone.
"What?" "What?" "What?"
The underlings behind them looked at each other in bewilderment, and a commotion arose.
"Buy it!?" Zhang Chen looked at Yang Feng with an incredulous expression.
"What, is that not allowed?" Yang Feng frowned slightly and questioned.
"Okay, okay, of course!" Zhang Chen was secretly delighted. He had originally thought they were going to rob him, but it turned out they wanted to buy him. That made things much easier.
He actually opened the hotel himself, and Qingzhu Club only made an investment, so he still has a lot of power over the hotel.
"How much?" Yang Feng didn't want to waste any more words and asked directly.
"The hotel's building area, number of floors, design, and interior decoration alone cost nearly 30 million yuan, plus there are a total of one hundred suites, and..."
Before he could finish speaking, Yang Feng slammed his hand on the table and said coldly:
"Just give me a whole number, stop with the nonsense!"
Zhang Chen was startled, dropping his phone to the ground. His voice trembled slightly as he said, "About, about fifty million—"
In fact, the Phoenix Hotel is worth far more than 50 million, but Zhang Chen would probably be ripped off by Yang Feng and his gang even if he said 50 million.