The passengers on the bus were astonished; the young man was incredibly strong, able to even tear open the bus door.
Not only that, they also... threw that hoodlum into the car.
The driver finally couldn't hold back any longer. He stopped at a traffic light and turned to Yang Feng, saying:
"Young man, you'd better get off here right now. That guy will definitely chase after us soon, so run away!"
"Oh? Why would I run away?" Yang Feng smiled faintly and replied.
So far, he has not encountered anyone who could help him escape, let alone the Orchid Society, which he created single-handedly, even though he is a hands-off manager.
"Hey, don't be stubborn. Being strong won't help. Do you know about the Orchid Society? It's a terrifying underground dark force. Although they rarely kill anyone, how would we ordinary people know if they do? So get out of the car now and save your life."
The driver shook his head slightly and said.
"Yes, young man, you are still young and have a long road ahead of you. You should get off the bus and escape for your life."
"That's right, as long as the green hills remain, there's no fear of running out of firewood."
"…………"
The passengers on the bus all echoed this sentiment.
While their words of advice may seem like well-intentioned, they also have their own selfish motives; they don't want any more trouble to happen on this bus.
"It's alright, they're just nobody."
Yang Feng smiled faintly, waved his hand, and said calmly and composedly.
"Wow... who is this person?" Zhou Wenwen glanced at the incredibly calm Yang Feng. He was almost threatened with his life, yet he was still acting all tough.
Do they really have to show off to die?
Just as the bus was halfway through its journey, more than a dozen black motorcycles came up from behind and surrounded the bus, forcing it to stop.
A dozen or so thugs got off their motorcycles, including Long Biaoxiang, who walked up to the bus door and shouted:
"Hey kid, get the hell down here!"
All the passengers were terrified by what they saw; this was terrible.
"My God, how did so many people come?" Zhou Wenwen had never seen such a frightening scene before. Her face turned slightly pale as she tightly gripped Liu Hanlu and said.
At that moment, Yang Feng suddenly stood up and walked calmly down, without the slightest hesitation or reluctance.
"How...how did he go down there? Who gave him the courage?!" Zhou Wenwen asked in surprise.
Yang Feng, who had just walked down, calmly looked at Long Biaoxiang and swore at him.
"Kid, weren't you so tough? You just threw him down, why aren't you saying anything now..."
However, as he was still reciting his words, one of his underlings lost his balance, his large hand jerked violently, and the cigarette fell to the ground.
Because he happened to know Yang Feng, and he was just a hoodlum!
This is it, we're doomed!
Unexpectedly, the person he was looking for... turned out to be the leader of their Orchid Society!
"Oh? Then tell me how to solve this." Yang Feng's lips curled into a faint smile as he looked at Long Biaoxiang.
"Oh, easy enough. Give me twenty or thirty thousand yuan in compensation, and kneel down and kowtow to apologize until I'm satisfied, and I'll let it go..."
Before he could finish speaking, the henchman suddenly slapped Long Biaoxiang across the face.
"Smack!"
It was incredibly crisp.
In an instant, Long Biaoxiang's face was swollen from the blow; the force was all he could muster.
"Brother Da Xiang, why...why did you hit me?" Long Biaoxiang was completely bewildered and stammered as he spoke.
Brother Da Xiang slapped him hard again, then knelt down in front of Yang Feng and pleaded:
"Young Master Yang, I'm sorry! I didn't keep a close eye on my men. When I get back, I'll make them copy the entire Youth Code of Conduct and Regulations fifty times! Please spare my cousin's life."
"It's you. You've come out of the detention center?" Yang Feng raised an eyebrow slightly. This Brother Xiang was the same hoodlum youth he had met at the detention center before.
“Yes…” Brother Da Xiang nodded and said quickly.
"You want your cousin to live? Heh... Are you dreaming?" Yang Feng's voice suddenly turned icy cold, and he continued:
"I no longer wish to see him. You can decide what to do with him."
After saying that, Yang Feng turned around and went back to the car, since it was just about thugs.
His voice reached Da Xiang's ears, and his heart sank to the bottom of the sea.
Da Xiang stood up from the ground, looked at Long Biao Xiang, and before he could say anything, his face was ashen.
"Brother Da Xiang, what are you doing? Why... why are you kneeling down to that brat?!" Long Biaoxiang asked in utter surprise.
"You son of a bitch! Do you even know who that person was?" Brother Da Xiang slapped him across the face again.
"Ah... I don't... know."
Long Biaoxiang covered his burning face, screamed, and then said.