When Yang Fei was speaking, Fang Jun had already summoned his energy three times, hoping to intimidate Yang Fei.

However, no matter how hard Fang Jun tried, Yang Fei's palm seemed to suddenly lack bones.

Fang Jun exerted all his strength to no avail; his hand was soft and weak, and his face remained calm as if oblivious to what was happening.

Fang Jun's face turned pale with shock.

Fang Jun was an expert in the Iron Sand Palm technique.

With a single strike, he could shatter twelve green bricks.

When he practiced, he played with iron sand and ground glass shards as if they were mere toys.

But now, Fang Jun's Iron Sand Palm was completely ineffective.

The force he emitted disappeared silently as if a stone dropped into the ocean, leaving no trace.

Suddenly, a burst of Dark Force shot out from between Yang Fei's tiger's mouth, like needles spraying forth in an angry surge.

In an instant, Fang Jun's palm felt like it had grasped a cactus.

Countless fierce Dark Force pierced through his skin into his bones, membranes, and muscles.

His painstakingly developed Iron Sand Palm was as fragile as tofu dregs in the presence of Yang Fei's Qi of Origin Core.

Fang Jun was so shocked that he let out a half-scream of agony.

"Don't..."

It could be said that Fang Jun's entire martial arts skill was focused in his Iron Sand Palm technique.

If Yang Fei were to cripple his palms, he would become useless from that point on.

Yang Fei stopped his Dark Force attack and looked indifferently at Fang Jun.

"Don't what? Are you begging me?"

Fang Jun, in too much pain to speak, looked fearfully at Yang Fei.

Only now did he realize that the pretty boy in front of him was unfathomably profound.

Yang Fei waved his hand lightly.

Fang Jun's body went numb, and his arm and leg joints acted against his will, causing him to involuntarily kneel.

At this, everyone present was astounded.

Fang Jun's Iron Sand Palm could split open monuments.

In the Military Shield Security Company, he was ranked among the top five martial artists.

Yet, after merely shaking hands with Yang Fei, Fang Jun knelt before him.

Yang Fei released Fang Jun's hand.

He said coolly, "If you're asking for mercy, you should look the part."

"Keep kneeling there. Dare to stand up, and I'll cripple your Iron Sand Palm."

Fang Jun was overwhelmed with shame and anger.

However, looking into Yang Fei's indifferent eyes, he didn't dare to stand up no matter what.

Yang Fei turned around and looked indifferently at Pei Yong.

"How about you, anything to say?"

Pei Yong had never expected this.

The renowned Chief Bodyguard of the Military Shield, Fang Jun, had been brought to his knees with just one encounter with Yang Fei.

The other thirty Changfeng bodyguards, now leaderless, stood there dumbfounded.

Pei Yong clenched his lips tightly.

"Yang Fei, don't get cocky. The Liang Family is not one you should provoke," he said.

"It's best if you let Miss Liang go with us. Otherwise, your troubles are just beginning."

Yang Fei hadn't expected that even at this point, Pei Yong would still be so defiant.

He sneered, "Out of respect for Jiayi, I won't make things difficult for you."

"Leave the way you came in."

Pei Yong's left hand was deeply wounded, blood dripping profusely.

He staggered back over a dozen steps, retreating to where the other Military Shield bodyguards stood.

"Listen up, everyone. Retrieving Miss Liang will be considered a great achievement, and the commission will be doubled. Charge for me!" he shouted.

The thirty perfectly aligned Changfeng bodyguards, lacking leadership, were at a loss.

But at Pei Yong's shout, they instantly roared in unison and surged forward.

Pei Yong believed that no matter how formidable Yang Fei was, he was just one against four or five others.

A lone tiger cannot stand against a pack of wolves; he wanted to use sheer numbers to snatch Liang Jiayi away.

Yang Fei laughed coldly.

"You think you can overwhelm me with numbers? Then I'll show you what it means to have strength in numbers!"

He glanced at Li Shun.

Understanding the cue, Li Shun made a few calls, uttering just two words in each.

"Appear!"

Suddenly, the streets and alleys outside the bar surged with people like a tide.

Among these people were the fit Changfeng bodyguards, as well as the hoodlums under Li Shun's command.

More so, they were employees of Li Shun.

Li Shun had many grey businesses under his name.

All these grey businesses were managed by all sorts of hoodlums.

They had been laying in ambush in the streets and alleys, and now they suddenly swarmed out, an impressive force.

This was without even involving the employees of legitimate enterprises such as Lanting Hotel and Che Lifang.

Otherwise, they might have scared Pei Yong out of his wits.

With just one glance outside the bar, Pei Yong's face turned terribly pale.

Outside, there were layers upon layers, easily hundreds of people, surrounding the bar tightly.

If a fight were to erupt, these thirty or so Military Shield bodyguards would be overwhelmed by the human wave in an instant.

He noticed that these hoodlums, big and small, were highly disciplined.

Although there were many of them, they moved orderly and quickly, with hardly anyone speaking.

And among them, a small squad blocked the exit of the bar.

Over thirty men, brimming with Essence Qi and exuding a murderous aura, were all Martial Arts Masters.

Moreover, they were at least masters of Dark Force, with three or four among them being Energy Transformation Masters.

How formidable was this force?

The thirty Military Shield bodyguards, faced with such a frightening scene, all turned pale with fear, none daring to make a careless move.

Pei Yong, with no other choice, had to plead with Yang Fei.

"Brother Fei, we are here merely following the orders of Miss Liang's mother, intending to take Miss Liang back home."

"We all need to make a living, if we have offended in any way, please don't take it to heart."

Yang Fei sneered, "Why didn't you say that earlier, and all would have been settled?"

"I think you're just looking for trouble; you don't realize the pain until someone slaps your face!"

He turned and gave Li Shun a couple of instructions, who then signaled for the hoodlums to retreat and clear the path.

Li Shun hesitated for a moment, then whispered to Yang Fei.

"This bar is managed by one of my brothers."

"He's crippled in one leg and still has his elderly mother to care for."

"They've damaged the bar, should they not..."

Yang Fei understood and glanced coldly at Pei Yong.

"You've smashed up the bar, what do you think should be done?"

Pei Yong dared not be tough any longer, nodding repeatedly.

"I'll pay for the damages, how about three hundred thousand?"

"Six hundred thousand!"

Yang Fei waved his hand, his voice authoritative and brooking no argument.

Pei Yong's eyes nearly popped out.

Six hundred thousand could almost buy the whole bar.

This guy was simply asking for the moon.

Still, even then, Pei Yong didn't dare to talk back.

He nodded repeatedly, "I'll pay, just as Brother Fei says."

Within a few minutes, Pei Yong used mobile banking to transfer the money to Li Shun.

He glanced at Fang Jun, still kneeling on the ground, and tentatively asked.

"Brother Fei, I've paid the money, can brother Fang Jun stand up now?"

Yang Fei snorted and waved for Fang Jun to stand.

Fang Jun, covered in dust, dared not say a word.

He and Pei Yong stood in line, utterly respectful.

Yang Fei glared at Fang Jun, his tone icy.

"Did your instructor Nangong Ling know about your visit this time?"

Fang Jun shook his head, fearfully saying, "He didn't know."

"This business wasn't big, so the Chief Bodyguard could make the decision."

Yang Fei lazily hummed.

"That explains it, I thought that kid Nangong Ling didn't have the guts?"

"Call him and let him speak to me."

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