"No, no, I didn't mean it like that, big brother, I meant..." the hotel owner stammered, clearly terrified.
The middle-aged man roughly threw him to the ground. "Don't say what you shouldn't. Even if I trash this hotel, you won't dare utter a single complaint. Otherwise, I'll smash you along with it!"
The hotel owner shivered and quickly retreated to a corner of the hallway, daring not to speak further.
The middle-aged man licked his lips and kicked the suite door hard.
The door's quality was incredibly poor. With just one kick, it flew open.
Inside the suite, Mu Feng's brow furrowed. He walked out with great displeasure and paused, "You again?"
A group of thugs immediately swarmed into the suite. As the area was only about a hundred square meters, only fifty or so managed to enter.
Outside in the hallway, a crowd had gathered, their imposing aura alone enough to instill fear.
"Kid, I didn't expect you to be hiding here. Let me tell you, my son is dead, dead!" The middle-aged man gritted his teeth, a crunching sound echoing.
Mu Feng chuckled. "He's dead, so what does it have to do with me? Are you trying to pull a scam?"
The middle-aged man couldn't help but scoff. "Kid, you seem to have a poor grasp of your situation. I've brought over five hundred men. Each of them could kick you to death with a single stomp. What makes you think you can fight me?"
"You think they can do anything to me?" Mu Feng shrugged.
"Killing you is still easy. Don't just stand there. Whoever can kill him, I'll reward them with two hundred thousand yuan!"
At these words, the thugs became energized, eager to fight. Especially those crowded at the doorway, they looked enviously at their companions inside, wishing they could squeeze in.
The entire suite was packed, on the verge of chaos. The middle-aged man felt quite pleased. "It seems there are quite a few people who want to kill you. I wonder how you'll handle it!" With that, he stepped aside.
These thugs were mostly young, driven by a hot-blooded impulse to fight. Frankly, they didn't deserve death.
Mu Feng couldn't be bothered to engage with them, so he held back, only inflicting serious injuries.
The thugs were cut down by Mu Feng like mere weeds. This sight caused the middle-aged man's heart to grow cold.
"Charge! Charge at him!" the middle-aged man commanded from the side, wishing he could join the fray himself.
The thugs charged forward one after another, but each wave met the same fate.
Mu Feng was in a position of holding the pass against all invaders, landing a heavy punch on each one, knocking them out in pairs.
The fighting strength of the Black Tiger Society's thugs rapidly diminished. As time passed, out of the five hundred or so men, only fifty remained.
The unconscious thugs were piled up like mountains, and those at the very bottom fared poorly.
With the weight of the men above them, they were quickly suffocated to death.
The remaining dozens of men, terrified beyond measure, fled without looking back.
Mu Feng didn't trouble them further, simply gazing at the middle-aged man.
His pride and joy, his men, had been utterly defeated in an instant, and the opponent remained completely unharmed. This was unbearable.
"You, you..." the middle-aged man's fingers trembled.
"What about me? Do you think I'll spare you this time?" Mu Feng's killing intent flared.
The middle-aged man knelt again, begging, "Big brother, you killed my son. I'm just acting out of my inner dissatisfaction. Please, don't kill me. Letting me live is the greatest punishment for me!"
Mu Feng shook his head and picked him up. "No, no, I'm quite merciful. How could I punish you like that? You liked your son very much, didn't you? Since you liked him so much, why don't I do you a favor and send you to him?"
"Ah? But my son is already..." He clearly didn't understand.
Mu Feng continued, "What I mean is, think about it, how lonely must your son be on the road to the underworld? Shouldn't you keep him company?"
"What did you say? You're still going to kill me?" The middle-aged man finally understood, his face darkening.
"I'm doing this for your own good. Don't thank me!"
Mu Feng's knuckles were pressed against the middle-aged man's vital point. A hard jab there would surely result in his instant death.
"You can't do this, I'm begging you! Let my son rest in peace alone. I don't want to die!"
As the middle-aged man spoke, tears and snot mixed together.
"This is fate. When it's your time to die, you die. On your way, your son won't be lonely anymore!" Mu Feng's knuckles firmly pressed into his vital point.
The middle-aged man felt a tightness in his chest, his vision went black, and he collapsed, losing consciousness and his life.
Looking at the groaning thugs scattered on the ground, he barked, "Are you all blaming me? Get out of here quickly, don't disturb my rest!"
The thugs limped to their feet, their souls scattered. Upon hearing they were free to leave, they quickly picked up their boss's corpse and departed one by one.
Mu Feng, with his own strength alone, had defeated the entire Black Tiger Society.
After this crisis, the Black Tiger Society was crippled and disbanded a few days later due to the loss of its leader.
The underground world of Huizhou was utterly shocked. Later, an unwritten rule emerged within the underworld.
That is, never, under any circumstances, provoke one person: Mu Feng.
One day, Mu Feng suddenly received a call from Cheng Xiao.
"Xiao Xiao, you should be on the movie set now. Why are you calling me?"
Cheng Xiao was now the most well-resourced artist in the entertainment company, with several films scheduled for her.
"Mr. Mu, I... I really didn't want to call you, but..." Cheng Xiao hesitated on the other end of the line.
Mu Feng frowned. "Just say whatever you need to. If you're in trouble, I'll help if I can!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard muffled sobs from the phone.
"What's wrong?"
"Mr. Mu, the director of the movie I'm currently filming threatened me yesterday. He wants me to accept his sexual advances, or he'll make sure I end up dead in the wilderness!"
The movie Cheng Xiao was filming was set in a remote mountainous area with inconvenient transportation.
"Something like this happened? Does President You know about this?" Mu Feng's expression turned cold.
"He's currently abroad for inspection and study and has been unreachable. That's why I had no choice but to contact you!"