“Li Feng… you… you…” Consul Su stared at Li Feng in shock, never expecting that Scarface and his brothers, whom he considered highly skilled, would be so easily defeated. Even more surprising was that Li Feng, whom he thought weak and easy to bully, was so formidable.
Seeing Li Feng’s cold expression, Consul Su was too scared to speak. He knew he had gravely offended Li Feng earlier, and now retribution was coming.
“Consul Su, what do you want to say? Look at your shocked face. Don’t you recognise me? Need a reminder?”
With that, Li Feng stepped towards Consul Su.
Thinking of Li Feng’s ruthlessness and the groaning Scarface and others on the ground, Consul Su was terrified. His legs trembled uncontrollably, and a wet patch appeared between them.
“Li… Li Feng, what… what do you want?” Consul Su asked, trembling.
Li Feng laughed, “What do I want? Consul Su, are you joking? You’re asking me what I want? Did I hear that right? Relax, I’m not planning to do anything to you. My preferences are normal, and I’m not interested in you. But right now, I just want to have a little chat.”
“Chat with your…” Consul Su cursed and turned to run.
“Consul Su, where are you going?” Li Feng’s voice suddenly came from ahead.
“Ghost…” Consul Su’s face paled in terror, unable to believe how fast Li Feng was.
“Consul Su, you seem a bit out of it. Let me help you clear your mind,” Li Feng said with a faint smile.
“Li Feng, Li Feng, I was wrong before. Please let me go. I swear I’ll never offend you again. Have mercy and let me off like I’m nothing,” Consul Su begged in fear. Had he known Li Feng was this powerful, he would never have crossed him.
“Consul Su, have you forgotten how you and Sun Xipeng treated me?” Li Feng sneered.
If Consul Su, that bastard, hadn’t brought Scarface to teach him a lesson, Li Feng wouldn’t have bothered with him. He didn’t even know his surname. To him, Consul Su was a nobody. But after letting him off, Consul Su still treated him like a pushover. For someone like that, Li Feng wouldn’t go easy just because he was insignificant.
“I, I… Young Master Feng, it wasn’t my fault. Sun Shao made me do it,” Consul Su quickly shifted the blame to Sun Xipeng to save himself. In his mind, since Sun Xipeng could bully him before, his status must be higher, and Li Feng wouldn’t dare retaliate. It wasn’t because Li Feng was a poor, easy target.
“Heh, so it’s all Sun Xipeng’s fault, and you’re blameless?” Li Feng sneered. Did Consul Su really think he was an idiot?
“Yes, yes…”
“Your mother…” Li Feng kicked Consul Su in the stomach, sending him flying. “You really think I’m an idiot? Looks like you need a lesson to understand why flowers are red.”
Consul Su screamed, crawling and kneeling before Li Feng, begging, “Young Master Feng, Master Feng, it was all my fault. Please spare me. I was wrong, and I won’t do it again.”
Looking coldly at Consul Su, Li Feng said, “Begging now, Consul Su? Where’s the arrogance from earlier? Hmph, if you hadn’t brought Scarface and his crew, I would have let the past go as if nothing happened. But now, hmph.”
Li Feng’s expression was icy, his killing intent palpable.
Feeling Li Feng’s murderous aura, Consul Su was scared witless, trembling in fear.
“Relax, I won’t kill you today. Just a lesson,” Li Feng sneered, stepping forward to pat Consul Su a few times. Consul Su’s face twisted in pain, but he couldn’t scream no matter how hard he tried.
“Don’t worry, the pain will stop in half an hour. Consider this your lesson. If there’s a next time, hmph,” Li Feng snorted coldly and vanished from Consul Su’s sight.
Back in the hall, Li Feng scanned the crowd but didn’t see Wang Yilong, frowning. What was Wang Yilong playing at? Standing him up?
Li Feng was out of patience and didn’t want to waste time here.
As he prepared to leave, a voice called out, “Are you Mr. Li Feng?”
Li Feng frowned, thinking it was more trouble. Turning, he saw it was just a waiter.
“I’m Li Feng. What’s up?” Li Feng asked, a bit impatient. If it wasn’t just a waiter, he might have thought it was another troublemaker.
“Mr. Li Feng, Mr. Wang Yilong invites you to private room three,” the waiter said.
“Wang Yilong’s here?” Li Feng was stunned, then realised he might have arrived while he was dealing with Consul Su.
Without overthinking, Li Feng said to the waiter, “Got it. Lead the way.”
“Alright, Mr. Li Feng, this way, please.”
Led by the waiter, Li Feng reached the door of private room three. The waiter said, “Mr. Li Feng, go on in,” and left without waiting for a reply.
Li Feng pushed open the door and walked in.
“Did I get the wrong room?”
Upon entering, Li Feng didn’t see Wang Yilong. Instead, a woman sat on the sofa. For a moment, he thought he had the wrong room.
“Are you Mr. Li Feng?”
As he turned to leave, the woman stood and asked. She was a captivating young woman, alluring and charming, with watery eyes that could steal one’s soul. Her long dress and sheer stockings accentuated her long, enticing legs.
“I am,” Li Feng nodded.
“Come in. Young Master Wang will be here soon,” the woman said.
“Young Master Wang? Wang Yilong?” Li Feng asked.
“Yes,” she nodded.
Relieved, Li Feng sat on the sofa, curiously asking the woman, “Who are you?”
“Master Li, I’m Qin Keqing,” she said in a soft, seductive voice. As she spoke, she puffed out her chest, licked her red lips with her tongue, presenting an inviting, tempting image that made Li Feng’s heart race.
“So, Miss Qin,” Li Feng nodded. Qin Keqing was too alluring, almost making him lose control.
Unlike Hu Yuanyuan or Feng Linger, Qin Keqing was a mature, charming woman, every move exuding allure, something the others lacked. Undeniably, such a woman was more captivating.
Qin Keqing poured two glasses of wine, sat beside Li Feng, and handed him one. “Master Li, would you care to drink with me?”
Li Feng took the glass, glanced at her, and said, “Miss Qin, you’re too kind. Cheers.” He downed the wine in one gulp.
“Master Li, you’re so bold. But please, don’t call me Miss Qin. Just Qin Keqing,” she said, resting an arm on his shoulder. Her delicate face grew closer, her bright eyes sparkling with a smile.
Noticing her actions, Li Feng could hardly stand it. Was Qin Keqing some kind of hostess here? But she didn’t seem like one. Her noble aura suggested she wasn’t a typical hostess, even at a place like Emperor Pavilion.
Could she be a white-collar worker out for fun? He’d heard of high-class professionals letting loose at nightclubs, forgetting their daytime selves.
Li Feng studied Qin Keqing. Around thirty, she had a curvaceous figure, a refined and gentle face, with a hint of melancholic resentment in her eyes that made her all the more pitiable and intoxicating.
Li Feng felt a stir. It had been so long since he’d been with a woman, and he was pent up. Neither Hu Yuanyuan nor Feng Linger had given him a chance. Now, seeing the enchanting Qin Keqing, he thought she might be a good choice.
“Master Li, am I beautiful?” Qin Keqing rested her chin on his shoulder, her fragrant breath brushing his ear. Already stirred, Li Feng turned to her red lips, feeling an urge to kiss them.
“Absolutely stunning,” Li Feng said without hesitation.
They chatted casually, drinking more wine. Before long, Qin Keqing was leaning softly against Li Feng. Unable to hold back, he pressed her onto the sofa, his hands starting to tug at her clothes.
His trembling hands paused at the collar of her cheongsam, slowly unbuttoning it. With just two buttons undone, her fair skin was clearly visible.
Seeing this, Li Feng couldn’t resist any longer and kissed her lips fiercely.
Just then, the door was forcefully kicked open, and a voice shouted, “Freeze! Police raid…”
