Chapter 242: The Arrival of Wen Qiang, Minister of Personnel

Chapter 242: Chapter 242: The Arrival of Wen Qiang, Minister of Personnel

With a flick of his right index finger, Ye Feng struck. At that same instant, the right index finger of the man in the suit—the one pulling the trigger—erupted into a bloody mist.

The man in the suit let out a piercing scream, and his pistol clattered to the ground.

Ye Feng looked at Qin Nuannuan and smiled faintly. "See? I told you no one could hurt you while I’m here."

With that, he pulled the stunned Qin Nuannuan aside and walked straight toward the man in the suit.

The men standing beside the man in the suit stared at Ye Feng as if they had seen a ghost.

’A gun can’t even hurt him?’

By now, Ye Feng had reached the man in the suit. He looked at him with a chuckle, then suddenly reached out and grabbed his hair.

Feeling Ye Feng’s boundless killing intent, the man in the suit shrieked, "You bastard, do you know who I am? I’ll have you know, my name is Wen Hao! My father is Wen Qiang, the Minister of the Ministry of Personnel! If you dare touch a single hair on my head, my dad will have you torn to pieces!"

Behind them, Qin Nuannuan looked at Ye Feng and cried out urgently, "Young Master, he’s telling the truth! He really is Wen Qiang’s son..."

But before Qin Nuannuan could finish, Ye Feng suddenly slammed his right hand down, smashing Wen Hao’s face directly onto the mahogany table.

CRACK! The sound was followed by Wen Hao’s bloodcurdling scream.

Then, Ye Feng yanked Wen Hao’s head up by the hair, looked at him, and spoke gently, "So it was you, trying to cause trouble in my Hundred Flowers Building?"

The onlookers behind them were all dumbfounded.

Wen Hao’s nose was completely crushed. His face was a pulpy mess, blood spraying everywhere. It was a gruesome sight!

To dare attack Wen Hao so viciously... This guy must have a death wish!

Wen Hao glared at Ye Feng, his eyes bloodshot. "Fine! You bastard, you actually dared to attack me! You’re dead, you’re dead..."

Before he could finish, Ye Feng once again smashed his face onto the table. Wen Hao let out an inhuman scream.

Ye Feng pulled his head up again and, looking at him, said calmly, "So you’re the one who wanted to sleep with Manager Qin?"

The crowd looked at Wen Hao, and the hair on their arms stood on end.

Wen Hao’s face was completely ruined, a bloody, mangled mess. A gaping hole had been smashed into his forehead, gushing blood. His white suit was now completely dyed red.

Staring into Ye Feng’s icy eyes, Wen Hao finally broke, bursting into tears. "Bastard, you dare torture me like this! My dad will never let you go! You just wait! I’m calling him right now!"

With that, he struggled to pull his phone from his pocket and prepared to make a call.

"Don’t! Stop him! If he calls for backup, we’ll be in huge trouble!" Qin Nuannuan shrieked from behind, about to rush over and intervene.

But Ye Feng just waved a hand at her and said coolly, "Huge trouble? How huge can it be? Don’t worry. No matter how big the trouble, I, Ye Feng, can handle it."

Qin Nuannuan’s brows furrowed.

’Does this Ye Feng also have a habit of bullshitting?’

Just then, Wen Hao’s call connected. He cried out in a muffled, stuffy voice, "Dad! I’ve been wrecked! They’ve wrecked me! Sob, sob..."

An ice-cold voice immediately came through the phone. "Someone dares to touch my, Wen Qiang’s, son? How audacious. Send me your location. I’m on my way."

Wen Hao sent his location, then lowered the phone. Looking at Ye Feng, he snarled through gritted teeth, "You just wait. My dad will be here soon. When he comes, not only will you be cut into a thousand pieces, but this woman won’t escape either. Mark my words."

Before he could finish, Ye Feng kicked him to the ground and stomped on his neck.

Wen Hao was instantly like a strangled rooster, unable to make another sound.

Behind them, Qin Nuannuan was scared to death. ’This... he’s planning to beat him to death!’

But just then, Ye Feng waved her over. "Come here. Sit on my lap."

Qin Nuannuan swayed and nearly stumbled to the ground.

’Not this again!’

But she had no choice. The old master had given an order: all managers of the Hundred Flowers Building were Ye Feng’s women. Any who dared to defy this would have their entire clan exterminated.

So, while she dared to resist Wen Hao, she didn’t dare refuse Ye Feng’s command.

She came before Ye Feng, bit her red lip, and said with her head lowered, "Young Master, it’s that time of the month for me... How about I use my mouth instead...?"

Ye Feng froze for a moment, then began coughing uncontrollably. "COUGH, COUGH, COUGH! What are you thinking? I’m going to treat your illness!"

Qin Nuannuan realized her mistake, and her pretty face instantly flushed crimson.

’Oh god, how could my mind go there? Agh, this is so embarrassing!’

Qin Nuannuan kept her head down, not daring to look at Ye Feng again, and sat astride his legs.

Ye Feng finally managed to suppress his cough. He raised both hands and placed them on Qin Nuannuan’s shoulders. A stream of pure Inner Strength slowly flowed into her body, clearing her blocked meridians and removing the stagnations within her.

Half an hour later, Qin Nuannuan was drenched in sweat, but her body felt much lighter.

Qin Nuannuan looked at Ye Feng and said gratefully, "Thank you, Young Master."

Her words had just fallen when a flurry of urgent footsteps echoed from the hallway. An instant later, with a loud BANG, the door was kicked open, and a group of people stormed in.

The man in the lead wore the bright red robes of an official. His bearing was majestic, and he naturally exuded the oppressive aura of a superior, making one feel the urge to bow in worship.

When Wen Hao’s underlings saw the newcomer, they scrambled over, fell to their knees with a series of THUDS, and shouted respectfully, "Greetings, Minister Wen."

The newcomer was none other than Wen Qiang, the Minister of the Ministry of Personnel, one of the leading officials of the Great Xia Empire.

At that moment, Wen Hao, still pinned under Ye Feng’s foot, also saw Wen Qiang. He immediately started wailing, "Dad! He’s trying to kill me! Sob, sob..."

Seeing his son beaten beyond recognition and pinned under Ye Feng’s foot, Wen Qiang’s face turned ashen. He glared at Ye Feng and snarled through gritted teeth, "To dare bully my son like this... you clearly have no respect for me, Wen Qiang!"

At this, Qin Nuannuan quickly turned to Wen Qiang and cried out, "Minister Wen, what actually happened today is that Wen Hao came to the Hundred Flowers Building to cause trouble and tried to lay his hands on me. The Young Master only acted because of that..."

"Shut your mouth!" Before Qin Nuannuan could finish, Wen Qiang cut her off brutally. "You cheap slut! It’s your honor that my son took an interest in you. You should have spread your legs and served him properly, understand?"

"You..." Qin Nuannuan never imagined that a dignified Minister of the Ministry of Personnel could be so unreasonable and vulgar. She was so angry her face turned pale.

But Wen Qiang just looked at her and said coldly, "What ’you’? You bitch! Did you really think you could act arrogant in front of me just because this bastard is backing you up? Let me tell you, you’re dreaming. Today, not only is he going to die, but you’re going to die too. And I’ll level this Hundred Flowers Building of yours. Mark my words!"

Seeing Wen Qiang being so arrogant, Qin Nuannuan was so furious she was speechless.

But just then, Ye Feng finally spoke. He looked at Wen Qiang and said coolly, "Mark your words? Your words aren’t worth shit."

Ye Feng’s statement stunned everyone in the room.