Chapter 22

**Bang—** In the next second, Ye Fei kicked Zhang Xiaogang to the ground.

**Ah—** Zhang Xiaogang rolled several meters, only stopping after colliding with a few of his companions. One of his ribs was broken, and he gritted his teeth in pain, unable to scream, with a trace of blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. The action was too clean and swift.

So swift that among the dozens of eyes present, no one saw clearly.

Yang Jingshao and the others were all stunned.

Ye Fei did not stop, stepping on Zhang Xiaogang's calf with one foot: "Apologize properly, or you'll lose this leg."

"Ah, bastard..." Zhang Xiaogang kept emitting piercing screams, the pain spreading through his entire body, making him wish he could die by smashing his head.

"Not very obedient."

Facing the shocked looks of everyone, Ye Fei snapped Zhang Xiaogang's calf with a crunch.

Then, he stepped on the other leg.

"This..." Yang Jingshao and the others were stunned, their mouths agape, unable to believe it.

With over a dozen people present, including three burly bodyguards, was Ye Fei being too reckless, had he had enough of life?

Even Tang Ruoxue's eyebrows twitched, feeling a chill in her heart.

Liu FuGui, on the other hand, was flushed with excitement.

"Damn it, let go of Young Master Zhang."

Over a dozen lackeys roared, ready to charge forward.

The three bodyguards also pulled out their batons.

Liu FuGui picked up a wine bottle and stood beside Ye Fei.

"Whoever takes a step forward, I'll cripple Zhang Xiaogang's other leg."

Ye Fei's simple words instantly suppressed the chaos.

The dozen or so Zhang's lackeys were furious, their hands on their weapons but not daring to move.

Countless eyes swept over, all nervously and shockingly sizing up Ye Fei.

The atmosphere in the private room was extremely tense.

It seemed as if the air itself was cold and chilling.

"Kid, you're so arrogant, aren't you afraid you won't be able to leave the club today?"

Zhang Xiaogang, gritting his teeth, shouted: "Not only will I not let you go, the Four Seas Chamber of Commerce won't let you go either."

"Four Seas Chamber of Commerce?"

Ye Fei smiled faintly: "Interesting."

Zhang Xiaogang looked down on Ye Fei: "This is the club of the Four Seas Chamber of Commerce, Sister Rong's place."

"If I have a problem, you have a problem, you all have a problem."

He was reminding Ye Fei, as well as Tang Ruoxue and the others.

Although Zhang Group was involved in construction and was a leading engineering company in Zhonghai, Zhang Xiaogang himself never got involved. He made his fortune through lending.

He especially liked lending to women, from college girls to urban housewives and company white-collar workers, as long as they were attractive and in need, he would lend to them.

He could turn 20,000 into 800,000, and one borrower could drag their entire family into debt.

Because his targets were all women, and his methods were exceptional, his business was not only highly profitable but also risk-free.

In recent years, he had made a fortune, and his arrogance and arrogance had grown.

Today, he had run into Ye Fei, and instead of reflecting and restraining himself, he was thinking of ways to kill Ye Fei.

"Ye Fei, you're too rash. What was originally a small matter has now turned into a big mess. Do you not want to resolve this?"

Yang Jingshao suddenly interjected, indignant: "I order you to immediately apologize to Young Master Zhang, or you will bear all the consequences today."

Ye Fei replied coldly: "Why do I need you to tell me what to do?"

"What are you saying? Jingshao is doing this for everyone's good. If you keep causing trouble, everyone will suffer."

Lin Huanhuan, with a grim face: "Even the Tang family will suffer because of you."

"Ruoxue will be fine, and the Tang family will be fine."

Ye Fei looked at Liu FuGui: "Liu FuGui and the others will also be fine."

Yang Jingshao shouted: "Ye Fei, if you don't let go of Young Master Zhang, I won't help you anymore. Don't regret it!"

Lin Huanhuan was also angry at Tang Ruoxue, who was watching: "Ruoxue, why aren't you doing anything about Ye Fei? Do you want him to ruin everyone?"

Tang Ruoxue remained silent, though she didn't know Ye Fei's confidence, she chose to stand with him.

**Tap tap tap!**

At this moment, a group of people appeared outside the door, a dozen uniformed security guards escorting a beautiful woman inside.

The woman was in her thirties, very alluring and tall, especially her hips and waist, which were captivating.

The club manager, Sister Rong.

"Oh, my Young Master Zhang, what happened to you?

Who has the nerve to touch you?"

Sister Rong laughed as she entered, her words sharp: "Who touched Young Master Zhang, please step forward."

She glanced at Ye Fei, asking knowingly.

Ye Fei lifted his head and smiled: "Are you from the Four Seas Chamber of Commerce?"

"That's right, I'm the manager, everyone calls me Sister Rong."

Sister Rong laughed: "Young man, fighting is not allowed here, so you've caused a big problem today."

Ye Fei smiled faintly: "Don't you want to know who was in the wrong?

Who started it?"

Sister Rong was slightly taken aback, then smiled mockingly: "Of course, you were in the wrong."

"I was in the wrong?"

Ye Fei smiled, looking at the woman with a sly expression: "You say I was in the wrong without investigating?"

Ye Fei reined in his cold smile, looking around at Sister Rong and the onlookers, like he was looking at a flock of lambs ready for slaughter, making the onlookers feel uneasy and uncomfortable.

The alluring Sister Rong's lips twitched, then she became angry and spread her hands: "Here, if I say you're in the wrong, you're in the wrong."

Ye Fei nodded lightly: "Very well, hearing your words, I suddenly feel that you don't need to be the manager anymore."

Yang Jingshao and Lin Huanhuan were all stunned, their faces showing a hint of surprise.

What gave this young man the nerve to ignore Sister Rong and the powerful entity behind her?

Sister Rong sneered: "If you have the ability, make me leave."

She didn't believe Ye Fei could do anything to her, report to the police?

Sue the club?

Child's play.

Then, she lightly waved her hand, and the dozen or so uniformed security guards moved forward, surrounding Ye Fei with a menacing air.

Two of them were holding homemade shotguns.

"Kid, stop pretending."

Zhang Xiaogang, gritting his teeth, laughed sinisterly: "You're finished."

Lin Huanhuan and Yang Jingshao also looked pleased, waiting for Ye Fei to suffer.

**Whoosh—** Ye Fei didn't waste any more words, took a piece of paper and a pen, wrote a number, and casually threw it to Sister Rong.

"Give you one minute to figure out the situation, then reconsider the club's stance today."

Sister Rong looked at the paper in her hand, and the familiar number written on it, and smiled ambiguously: "Still pretending?

Is it interesting?"

Ye Fei held Tang Ruoxue's hand: "Fifty seconds left."

This scene left Sister Rong and Zhang Xiaogang stunned.

Who was this guy?

His tone and demeanor exuded a sense of disdain for everyone.

Yang Jingshao and Lin Huanhuan, however, were mocking, thinking he was overacting.

Sister Rong, who originally didn't want to get involved, hesitated and took out her phone to make the call.

"Hello, this is Huang Zhendong."

Sister Rong's wrist trembled.

A wave of fear surged in her heart.