"It's no big deal. Here's my number—if they come looking for trouble, just call me."
"Not to brag, but wiping out this so-called Fire Dragon Gang is well within my capabilities."
Mu Feng brimmed with confidence. No matter what organization they were, if they dared cause trouble, he’d uproot them entirely.
The manager accepted the business card with both hands as if it were a priceless treasure, tears welling in his eyes. "Then we’ll rely entirely on you, sir! Today’s meal is on the house, and from now on, you’ll never pay a cent when dining here!"
Mu Feng didn’t decline. He nodded. "Thanks. Since I escalated the situation, it’s only right I help resolve it."
Meanwhile, in a luxury villa, Long Tianhao was receiving treatment from a private doctor.
"Young Master Long, your right eye is beyond repair. There’s nothing we can do," the doctor sighed helplessly.
Long Tianhao had already expected this outcome. Clenching his fists, he muttered through gritted teeth, "I won’t let you get away with this, you bastard. I’ll make you pay—with your life!"
Just then, a middle-aged man with a scarred face burst into the room.
"My son! What happened to your eye?" He was aghast.
"Father, you have to avenge me! Someone gouged out my eye!" Long Tianhao’s face was deathly pale.
The middle-aged man was livid. "Who dares lay a hand on you?"
"I-I don’t know him, but I know his girlfriend! She works at a café!"
"Understood. I’ll have that bitch brought here immediately."
The middle-aged man radiated murderous intent—anyone could tell he was a man who had killed before.
By evening, the girl was about to leave work when a group of unwelcome visitors surrounded her outside the café.
"Who are you people?"
"None of your business. Our boss wants you."
Before she could react, she was forcibly taken away.
Ten minutes later, she was dragged into a villa. What she saw next terrified her to the core.
In a room, a one-eyed young man was being treated—none other than Long Tianhao, the punk whose eye had been ruined that afternoon.
"Tsk tsk, so full of yourself earlier, huh? Why aren’t you laughing now?"
Supported by his lackeys, he struggled to sit up.
The girl instinctively stepped back. "Haven’t you learned your lesson after what happened?"
Long Tianhao sneered. "Who the hell are you to lecture me? Call your boyfriend here now, or I’ll make sure he dies screaming!"
"N-no! And he’s not even my boyfriend!"
Panicked, she realized this thug must have some trap planned—a classic "ambush" setup.
Long Tianhao began unbuttoning his shirt, licking his lips. "Too bad you don’t have a choice. If you refuse, I might just 'entertain' you right here."
Lust burned in his belly, but he knew he couldn’t touch her yet—she was bait.
"F-fine, I’ll call him…" Biting her lip, she reluctantly agreed.
Thankfully, she had his number from earlier—otherwise, she’d have been doomed.
Mu Feng was at home when his phone rang.
"Yeah? What’s up?"
The girl tearfully explained what had happened.
Murderous intent flashed in Mu Feng’s eyes. "Got it. I’m on my way."
Hanging up, he rushed straight to the address she gave.
Fifteen minutes later, he arrived at the villa.
A gang of thugs armed with steel pipes stood guard at the entrance. Their leader eyed him. "Come in. Our boss has been waiting."
Without hesitation, Mu Feng strode inside.
Suddenly, dozens of gun barrels aimed at him—over fifty rifles trained on his forehead from the second floor alone.
A middle-aged man clapped as he descended the stairs. "So you finally showed up. I’ll admit, you’ve got guts. Too bad you’re lacking in brains."
Mu Feng spread his arms, unfazed. "All these guns just for me? Planning to kill me here?"
The man chuckled darkly. "Kill you? Oh, I’ll do more than that. Your family, your friends—none will be spared. Only then will my hatred be satisfied."
Mu Feng smirked. "What, did I kill your mother or dig up your ancestral grave?"
"You ruined my son’s eye. That’s enough reason for you and everyone you love to die." The man drew a finger across his throat.
Mu Feng glanced around. "I get your anger, but do you even know what your son did?"
"What he did is none of your concern! So what if he wanted your woman?"
"At his status, you should’ve handed her over willingly!"
The man spoke as if this were the most natural logic in the world.
Mu Feng was dumbfounded. "What kind of twisted reasoning is that? This is the first time I’ve seen someone so shameless."
The man pressed on. "Is anything I said wrong? Given my son’s status, you should’ve yielded. Him taking your woman? Let him! Resisting was your mistake!"
Mu Feng took a deep breath, barely suppressing the urge to cough up blood.
He gave a thumbs-up. "Impressive. Arguing with someone like you is pointless—it’d only drag my IQ down."
"Enough talk. Time to die." The man waved, signaling the shooters to fire.
Mu Feng shrugged. "You really think these guys can kill me? Let me warn you—if a single shot is fired, everyone involved dies. That includes you and your son."
His warning was deadly serious. But the middle-aged man, dancing on the edge of hell, remained oblivious.
"This kid’s delusional. What a joke!"
"Probably escaped from a mental hospital!"
"I call dibs on blowing his brains out—my aim’s the best here!"
The gunmen roared with laughter. To them, Mu Feng was no different from a circus monkey.