Chapter 126: Hitting on the Woman I Want Is Courting Death

Chapter 126: Chapter 126: Hitting on the Woman I Want Is Courting Death

Hearing how utterly shameless Wu Yong was, Nangong Xue’s anger flared. She glared at him and said in a cold voice,

"President Wu, this investment was decided by Rothschild’s corporate headquarters, wasn’t it? Do you really think you have the right to give it to someone else?"

"HAHAHA..." The moment Nangong Xue finished speaking, Wu Yong burst into wild laughter. "Sweetheart, you know what they say? The local official wields more power than the faraway magistrate."

"That may be what the higher-ups said, but I’m the one in charge of carrying it out. If I say your company doesn’t meet the investment criteria, do you really think you’ll see a single cent?"

"You..." Nangong Xue was furious.

Beside her, Nangong Shan quickly put on a placating smile. "President Wu, please don’t be angry. Sit down, let’s discuss this calmly!"

He was a man of the world; he knew that what Wu Yong said was true.

He was furious that Wu Yong had designs on Nangong Xue, but they absolutely had to secure this funding. Otherwise, the Holy Banner Group wouldn’t survive. So he had no choice but to swallow his anger and try to placate Wu Yong.

But before he could finish, Wu Yong cut him off with a sneer. "Discuss my ass. I’ll lay it out for you today: she sleeps with me, and the funds arrive immediately. Otherwise, you won’t get a single cent. And I mean it!"

"You..." Nangong Xue was trembling with rage. At this, Nangong Shan, who was beside her, also flared up. He looked at Nangong Xue and said,

"Xue’er, call Ye Feng."

"HAHAHA..." The moment Nangong Shan spoke, Wu Yong exploded with laughter again. "Call Ye Feng? Who the hell is Ye Feng? You think he can change my mind?

Dream on!

"Let me tell you, forget about some nobody—not even God himself could change my mind. You sleep with me tonight, the money arrives. You don’t, you get nothing. That’s my final word!"

"You..."

"You..."

Both Nangong Xue and Nangong Shan were livid with rage.

But just then, a slender man in a suit walked in, his hands clasped behind his back. He strode up to Wu Yong, abruptly raised his hand, and delivered a vicious slap across his face.

With a loud SMACK, one side of Wu Yong’s face instantly swelled up.

The newcomer stared down at Wu Yong and said calmly, "Acting so arrogant here. Who the hell do you think you are!"

The newcomer was Ye Feng!

Everyone present was stunned by the slap. They never imagined Ye Feng would resort to violence so directly.

Just then, Wu Yong snapped back to his senses. He whipped his head around to glare at Ye Feng, speaking through gritted teeth.

"You bastard, you dare hit me? You have no idea who I am, do you? Today, I’m going to show you just how much trouble you’re in!"

With that, he immediately grabbed his phone and made a call. After a long moment, it connected, and an old, gravelly voice came through the line.

"Rosefield."

Hearing that voice, Wu Yong acted as if he’d found his savior. He cried out pitifully, "Patriarch, I’m being bullied! Someone slapped me right across the face! He’s not just disrespecting me, he’s disrespecting the Rosfield Clan! He’s disrespecting you!"

The voice on the phone instantly turned cold. "Someone dared to hit one of my men? The nerve! Give me his name. I want to see just how tough he thinks he is!"

Wu Yong smugly thrust the phone in front of Ye Feng’s face and said in a cold voice,

"Our patriarch wants a word with you! I’d like to see how you’re going to explain yourself to him now!"

Ye Feng spoke calmly into the phone. "It’s Ye Feng."

The moment Ye Feng spoke, Wu Yong started roaring, "Look at your pathetic face! ’It’s Ye Feng,’ he says! You think that name is so special? Bullshit! In front of the patriarch, you’re less than nothing—"

But before Wu Yong could finish, an enraged roar erupted from the phone.

"Well now! You dare be disrespectful to Mr. Ye? How bold of you! Are you looking for a death wish?!"

Wu Yong froze. ’Wait a second,’ he thought. ’This isn’t how this was supposed to go...’

It took him a long moment to process what was happening. He shouted frantically, "Patriarch, he’s just some broke, no-name punk! Why are you calling him ’Mister’? He’s not worthy of—"

Before he could finish, he was cut off by another roar. "Well now! Mr. Ye Feng is the master of our Rosfield Clan! A man whom even I must treat with the utmost respect, and you dare call him a broke, no-name punk? You must be tired of living! You are courting death!"

"He... he’s the... boss of our Rosefield group?" Wu Yong looked at Ye Feng as if he’d been bludgeoned. He stumbled backward, his face instantly turning deathly pale. ’Heavens, I’ve picked a fight with the wrong person,’ he thought in despair. ’This isn’t just an iron plate, it’s a titanium-alloy steel plate!’

He scurried over to Ye Feng and forced a smile.

"Boss, I was out of line just now. Please forgive me!"

Ye Feng gestured toward Nangong Xue beside him and said nonchalantly, "Do you know who she is? She’s my girlfriend."

The moment Wu Yong heard this, his scalp went numb with terror. ’Oh God, I actually tried to make a move on the boss’s girlfriend! I really must have a death wish!’

He couldn’t take it anymore. With a THUD, he dropped to his knees before Ye Feng and began kowtowing repeatedly. "Boss, I was wrong! I swear I didn’t know she was your girlfriend! I was wrong! I’ll never dare to have ideas about her again!"

Ye Feng looked at Wu Yong and smiled. "Too late."

With that, he launched a vicious kick straight into Wu Yong’s groin. Wu Yong let out a piercing scream as he flew sideways, crashing heavily to the ground. After a few twitches, he went completely still.

The men standing behind Wu Yong were all scared stiff. ’This is too brutal!’

Then, Ye Feng turned to look at the men behind Wu Yong. "Besides him, who’s the highest-ranking person here today?"

A man in a suit and glasses hurried forward and said respectfully, "Boss, I’m the Vice President of the Great Central Plains Region!"

Ye Feng nodded nonchalantly. "As of today, you’re the President. Take care of this... person for me. And get the funds transferred immediately."

The man in glasses nodded hastily and ordered two men to drag Wu Yong away like a dead dog.

He then quickly completed all the necessary procedures with Nangong Shan, and the funds were transferred without delay.

Once everything was settled, the man in glasses took his leave of Ye Feng and departed with his subordinates.

Nangong Xue clung to Ye Feng’s arm, her eyes sparkling like stars. "Ye Feng, you were so incredible just now! So manly! I loved it so much!"

"Ahem..." Ye Feng pulled his arm free and cleared his throat.

"Nangong Xue, I’ve done what I promised you. Isn’t it time for you to fulfill your end of the bargain?"

Nangong Xue latched onto his arm again and gave him a seductive smile. "You just want to see... that special place, don’t you? I’ll let you!"

With that, she led Ye Feng by the arm toward her office.

Ye Feng watched her, stunned. ’Is it really going to be this easy?’ he thought.

But just then, a cold voice rang out from behind them.

"You dare to make a move on the woman I’ve set my sights on? Kid, you must be looking to die!"

As the voice faded, a group of people approached.

Leading them was a young man dressed head-to-toe in designer brands, his head held high, strutting like a proud rooster.

It was none other than Xiao Zhe.