"Nonsense." Yang Feng glanced at him and replied indifferently, his pace quickening.
The underlings followed closely behind, feeling a mix of nervousness and excitement.
After all, they had all witnessed Yang Feng's extraordinary strength.
"No, no, Young Master Yang, I forgot to tell you before, the Green Bamboo Society also has martial arts experts, and some of their henchmen are even carrying concealed firearms. Not to mention they're armed, there are more than twice as many people inside as we have right now. If they call for backup again, we're completely finished..."
A hint of panic finally flashed in Heng Qing's eyes. Even though he was only half a step into the Yellow Rank, he was a little scared.
As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Feng paused slightly and turned around. His underlings behind him became uneasy when they heard that they had guns.
"Oh, really? Then go and buy me a dozen or so packs of silver needles, the cheap kind is fine."
Yang Feng smiled faintly, turned around, and said slowly.
"Buy...buy silver needles?"
Upon hearing this, Hengqing was slightly taken aback, then recalled how those people had inexplicably collapsed in the underground parking lot of the Phoenix Hotel—it turned out to be from silver needles…
This is terrifying. The silver needles are so thin and long; if they were inserted into a vital area, death would be certain.
To die without bloodshed—
"Alright, I'll send a few of my men to buy some silver needles." With that, Hengqing waved his hand and told two of his men to go to the pharmacy and buy a dozen or so packets of silver needles.
Not long after, two henchmen returned with silver needles and respectfully handed them to Yang Feng, who was slightly excited.
The first time I got to see their boss up close, I was surprised to find that he was so aloof and handsome, like a villainous character from a TV show.
"Thank you for your hard work. Now, let's go."
Yang Feng nodded to them, turned and walked towards the Qing Tian Clubhouse. His underlings looked at each other for a second, then followed closely behind.
The underlings all sneered as they watched Yang Feng swagger into the club.
"What are you doing?!" The two men standing at the door narrowed their eyes and shouted when they saw such a big commotion.
Yang Feng, with a cold face, slapped each of them, sending them flying and crashing to the ground below the doorway, where they fainted.
Yang Feng went straight in, followed closely by his underlings. It was broad daylight, so there weren't many customers there, but news of their intrusion spread quickly.
As he walked in, Yang Feng ignored all the innocent guests except for the Green Bamboo Society's underlings in the lobby on the first floor. He slapped them all against the wall, and they couldn't be pried out.
One hundred and fifty underlings remained to keep watch in the lobby on the first floor.
Then, he headed up to the second floor, followed closely by fifty henchmen who were basically just there to observe the whole time.
Hengqing and Huangshan, who were following Yang Feng, were filled with excitement and arrived at the second-floor hall without any resistance.
Thump thump thump—
Footsteps echoed from the third-floor staircase, and within moments, a dozen or so armed Qingzhu thugs descended. But before they could fire, a sudden flash of light pierced their necks.
In the end, one by one, they lost their lives here, never knowing how they died.
Seeing such a bloody scene, the underlings behind him felt uncomfortable. They were just seasoned veterans of the underworld; otherwise, an ordinary person would have vomited long ago.
"A few of you pick up the weapons, and come with me to the third floor."
As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Feng strode towards the third floor, figuring out how ordinary people could possibly fight against cultivators.
Therefore, try to finish quickly and not waste time.
Upon arriving on the third floor, the hall was very spacious, easily accommodating around a thousand people, or even more.
Thump thump thump—
Suddenly, a series of hurried footsteps came from the door next to them.
Then, the door was opened.
The leader was a middle-aged man named Weilin, who walked with a steady gait and was clearly a trained fighter.
Following closely behind were hundreds of thugs wielding sticks, their imposing presence instantly overwhelming Yang Feng and his group.
"Who are you? Why are you trespassing into our Qingtian Club? Don't you know this is Qingzhu Club territory?!"
Wei Lin frowned deeply and questioned him.
Are you the boss here?
Yang Feng then casually uttered a sentence.
"Me? I'm not one yet. We're the leader of the Green Bamboo Society here. Do you think you can just see us whenever you want?!"
Wei Lin said in a mocking voice.
"Then—goodbye."
Starting tomorrow, there will be two updates on the 20th, and if time permits, there will be three or more. Thank you for your cooperation!
Oh, and I'd also like to thank the brothers who gave me tips.
(End of this chapter)
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