It was a pity that there was no regret medicine in this world.
Liu Qiang's pained screams echoed from the private room. Even Feng Jiajun, standing at the door, couldn't help but shiver. He was too familiar with this sound.
He had once cried out just as miserably.
"Please spare me!"
"I am indeed from the Liu family, and I was sent to deal with you. The family has long since decided that our attitude towards you will be irreconcilable."
"No one has ever dared to make trouble for our Liu family. You are the first, so they want to kill Ji Jinghou."
Mu Feng smiled faintly, "I said, if you can't give me more information, you won't have a good ending."
"And what you've said, I already guessed."
"It's useless, so go accompany Mr. Niu and the others."
Liu Qiang wanted to cry out again, but a silver needle suddenly flew out and sealed his mute acupoint.
His voice abruptly stopped.
Feng Jiajun's eyes trembled with fear. He looked at Mu Feng, his gaze filled with apprehension and worry.
"I've done as you said, please don't treat me like this."
"Moreover, I am still useful alive. If people from the Liu family want to deal with you in the future, they will find me immediately. After all, the industries of our Feng family are also theirs. My father is just a puppet, and I will undoubtedly suffer the same fate in the future."
"As long as I am alive, I will continuously provide you with information. Consider me a spy planted among them."
"Please, give me a chance to atone for my mistakes."
Mu Feng said with a half-smile, "I already gave you a chance last time."
"But your actions were very unsatisfactory to me."
"Today, your death sentence is commuted, but you will not escape punishment. At the same time, this will ensure you remember your own words."
With that, he turned and left without making any further moves.
Feng Jiajun had prepared himself to endure endless pain.
But he found that Mu Feng had simply walked away.
His mind felt muddled. Were the words he just spoke merely to scare him?
However, before the thought had even fully formed, he saw a figure in black suddenly appear before him.
Xiao Qi had a smile on his face, his perfectly aligned small white teeth exceptionally bright.
"Young Master is too lazy to deal with you, but that doesn't mean I won't act."
"Next, I'll practice my acupuncture techniques on you. The Young Master has been increasingly dissatisfied with my skills recently, so I must practice diligently."
Behind him, shrill screams continued to ring out.
Mu Feng walked out of the club without looking back.
The people who were originally in the club had all been cleared out. They stood outside obediently, not daring to breathe too loudly.
Mu Feng had intended to get into his car and leave.
But when he saw one of the people, his brow furrowed slightly, and his steps halted.
"Why are you here?"
The person he saw was Qian Duoduo.
Qian Duoduo awkwardly scratched his head. He had tried his best to hide behind the others earlier, fearing that Mu Feng would notice him.
But he hadn't expected to be discovered.
"I... I haven't been out for fresh air in a while, so I decided to come out and have some fun tonight."
"Unexpectedly, just as I was about to charge into battle, I was hauled out.
"He also said my dad would definitely teach me a lesson and told me to call him Brother Xiao Qi."
Mu Feng's lips curved into a smile, "Then you're in for it. Old Qian isn't known for his good temper. He thought you had reformed, and was praising you to me on the phone just the other day."
"Now that I've caught you red-handed, you're probably in trouble."
Qian Duoduo's expression changed slightly upon hearing this, and he quickly shouted, "You're my brother, save me!"
"You have no idea how I've been living lately."
"After you cured my ailments last time, I felt like I was back in my prime and could once again conquer the entire club scene."
"But on the very first day I went out, my old man dragged me back and gave me a thorough beating. Look, I'm still injured."
"My younger brother said he'd break my legs if I dared to mess around again, but I absolutely can't control myself when I see pretty young ladies."
"I feel like as soon as I reach the entrance of a club, they're all beckoning me. If I don't appease their disappointed hearts and persuade them to turn over a new leaf."
"I feel like I..."
Before he could finish speaking, Mu Feng had already opened the car door.
Qian Duoduo immediately followed, a fawning smile plastered on his face, "Young Master, how about I stay by your side these few days? I feel like I've learned a lot from my dad, and I can help you out if I'm by your side."
"If there's anything you need help with, just say the word. I know this place like the back of my hand; there isn't a club I don't know."
Mu Feng said exasperatedly, "Shut your mouth. If it weren't for Old Qian being your father, your head might have been gone by now."
"You're still thinking of messing around. It's not safe around here lately. You should be more careful."
With that, he drove away.
Qian Duoduo watched as Mu Feng didn't make things difficult for him, nor did he seem to intend to punish him, a smile spreading across his face.
His gaze then shifted towards the crowd.
There, a beautiful young lady was exchanging glances with him.
After Mu Feng returned and had only rested for a short while, his phone rang.
Seeing that it was Qian Youcai calling, a thought suddenly struck him, and he immediately answered the call.
Qian Youcai's voice came through the phone, "Young Master, is my prodigal son with you?"
Mu Feng could detect a slight tremor in his voice and said with a smile, "When I left that club earlier, he stayed behind. He hasn't gone back yet, has he?"
"Not only has he not returned, but he also received a call from a strange number. The other party told me to call Director Shao, saying they have my son under control and want me to exchange him for Liu Qiang."
"If we dare to disobey, they will directly chop off my son's hands and feet and mail them to me."
Mu Feng's eyes narrowed slightly, his face still bearing a faint smile, "Old Qian, you don't need to worry about this matter. Your son will be fine."
To Qian Youcai, these words were like a shot of confidence.
"Since the Young Master has already made arrangements, I am relieved. If that scoundrel calls again, I will scold him fiercely!"
"Young Master, you must be busy, so I won't bother you further. Make sure that little brat learns his lesson; I've spoiled him too much."
Mu Feng had indeed made some arrangements, but he wasn't in a hurry to reveal them yet.