The youth called Brother Fei used his full strength in that slap, sending Yang Hao staggering several steps before he steadied himself. Clutching his stinging cheek, he almost couldn't believe it:

"Fei... Brother Fei! Why are you hitting me? Hit him, that guy's right there!"

Yang Hao was a mix of shocked and furious. He had paid these people to teach Ye Feng a lesson, but had never expected to be the first one struck. This frustration nearly made him vomit blood!

"Fuck your mom! I'm hitting you!"

However, what Yang Hao couldn't understand was that Brother Fei showed not the slightest sign of regret but rather glared at him with utmost ferocity.

"You... fuck! Mo Fei! Have you fucking lost your mind? I paid you to deal with this bumpkin, and you're fucking hitting me!"

There was a bright red handprint on Yang Hao's cheek, the burning pain making his eyes instantly turn bloodshot as he stared at the youth in front of him and yelled vehemently.

Not just Yang Hao, but even the other students from class 02 were completely dumbfounded!

What was going on? They paid a thug, only to get beaten up by the thug!

The youth known as Brother Fei was none other than Mo Fei from the Flying Car Gang, who was almost amused to death by Yang Hao and his imbecile companions.

"Fuck! Do you fucking know who the expert I was supposed to ask for help is? It's none other than Ye Feng! You dare to mess with Ye Feng, you deserve to be beaten to death!"

Mo Fei had witnessed Ye Feng's prowess firsthand. Not just his own gang, even police bullets couldn't touch Ye Feng—who the fuck could face him head-on!

He came to Jiangnan University specifically because his older brother Mo Lin had tasked him to host Ye Feng, hoping to curry favor with him.

And now, here was Yang Hao and his group wanting him to go against Ye Feng, which Mo Fei naturally refused!

Going against Ye Feng? Isn't that just a fucking joke! What's the difference between that and seeking death!

"Feng... Brother Feng! We didn't know it was you! Whatever you want to do with these guys, we'll help you do it!"

Mo Fei's face was filled with a smiling expression, ingratiatingly looking at Ye Feng.

At this scene, Yang Hao and his companions' eyeballs nearly dropped to the floor.

What the fuck is going on? The thug he hired not only attacked him, the employer, but also sided with his enemy—that's utterly fucking insane!

However, it wasn't just Mo Fei, even the other twenty-something fierce youths looked at Ye Feng ingratiatingly, seeing him as a true master.

Ye Feng just smiled lightly. He had no ill feelings towards Mo Fei and his Flying Car Gang, but Yang Hao and his group disgusted him:

"I had already asked them just now. This cannot just end here and they demanded a hundred slaps each, let's just stick to their suggestion!"

Hearing Ye Feng's words, Yang Hao and the others nearly vomited blood!

Fuck! So this asshole wasn't cowering just now; he was considering a way to punish us, this is fucking bullshit!

"Alright! Since Brother Feng has commanded, make it quick!"

Mo Fei certainly wasn't going to miss this opportunity to please Ye Feng and immediately instructed his subordinates.

"Yes! Brother Feng!"

Over twenty youths responded in unison, instantaneously encircling Yang Hao and his group.

"Mo Fei! You bastard! The money I gave you, and you're actually going to use it against me!"

Yang Hao was extremely frustrated, as he didn't anticipate his attempt to steal a chicken would only result in losing the rice!

"Humph! You, reliant on your daddy's power, naturally wouldn't understand what kind of master Brother Feng is!" Mo Fei, with a look of disdain, glanced at Yang Hao and his group, then turned to Ye Feng and asked:

"Brother Feng, my brother has reserved a private room at Rose Bar, please honor us with your presence!"

Ye Feng pondered for a moment, then responded, "I'm a bit tired today, let's make it tomorrow!"

"Alright! My brother will personally come to invite you tomorrow!" Mo Fei was very pleased, and right after speaking, he turned to his subordinates and said:

"What are you still waiting for! A hundred slaps each, don't stop until you're done!"

Upon hearing Mo Fei's order, over twenty fierce youths all revealed a cruel smirk, their palms swinging as they furiously slapped Yang Hao and his group.

Slap, slap, slap!

Sharp, crisp sounds echoed through the area, accompanied by the screams of Yang Hao and his group.

At this moment, Yang Hao and the others were both shocked and frightened, unable to comprehend how Ye Feng had become such a respected figure, and why members of the Flying Car Gang like Mo Fei revered him so much!

Ye Feng didn't even consider Yang Hao and his group worth his attention. Now that he had Mo Fei and others to handle the situation, he saved himself the trouble. He waved at Mo Fei and the others, then turned and left the area.

"Safe travels, Brother Feng!"

Watching Ye Feng's retreating figure, Mo Fei and his gang immediately bowed and shouted.

Only when Ye Feng had disappeared into the night did Yang Hao and the others come to their senses, their eyes wide with horror.

Who exactly was Ye Feng! He even commanded such reverence from people like Mo Fei!

"Mo Fei! That bumpkin has left! You should be able to stop now!" Yang Hao said darkly, his face nearly dripping with malice as he glared at Mo Fei.

"Stop?" Mo Fei replied with a cold smile curling at the corner of his mouth:

"Are you an idiot? Didn't you hear what Brother Feng just said? A hundred slaps each, and only when they are done, are they released!"

"Yes!" Instantly, more than twenty young men surged forward, swinging their strong arms, and lashed out wildly at Yang Hao and his group.

It took a full half-hour for Mo Fei and his men to finish slapping each person a hundred times.

By that time, the faces of Yang Hao and his group were swollen like pigs' heads, streaks of blood running down from the corners of their mouths, an utterly wretched sight!

Mo Fei wiped the blood from his hands and looked at Yang Hao with a sinister smile:

"Yang Hao! Don't blame me for not warning you! Brother Feng is a high man, someone you can't afford to mess with! If there's a next time, it won't be just a hundred slaps!"

After speaking, Mo Fei waved his hand grandly and left the area with more than twenty young men striding proudly.

"Hao… Brother Hao! What… what do we do?"

A few students from Class 02 had their faces full of handprints, blood continuously trickling from their mouths, some even had all their teeth knocked out, making it hard for them to speak clearly.

They were extremely regretful at this point, originally thinking that Yang Hao was a wealthy second generation and that Ye Feng was just a poor nobody, taking action against him would be an easy task.

But contrary to their predictions, even the Flying Car Gang treated Ye Feng with high respect, clearly indicating he was not someone they could provoke!

Yang Hao's eyes were filled with venomous resentment, although the pain on his face was secondary. More crucially, he had been humiliated again by that bumpkin!

Today could certainly be called his disastrous day as he had never faced such humiliation in his life before!

Moreover, the humiliation came twice from the same person!

"This… can't just end like this! I… want Ye Feng dead!!!"

Yang Hao was almost crazed, his eyes blazing with a brutal, bloodthirsty flame for revenge!

Seeing Yang Hao's ferocious face, the other few classmates from Class 02 shivered, knowing that Yang Hao now harbored a murderous intent towards Ye Feng!

"Hao… Brother Hao! If even the Flying Car Gang… dares not confront Ye Feng, what do we do?"

One of them voiced what all of them were thinking; they couldn't beat him themselves, and even their attempts to have others beat him had failed!

They couldn't think of any other methods to deal with Ye Feng!

"Hmph! This time, we… won't find others to fight him, we'll use the law to punish him!" Yang Hao's eyes shone as he evidently had an idea in mind.

The law?

The others were suddenly stunned, all looking at Yang Hao with confusion, not understanding what he meant.

Yang Hao didn't explain but instead glanced around and picked up a stick from the nearby bushes.

"Remember! When the police ask tomorrow morning, you say it was Ye Feng who hit you!"

With that, a ruthless look flashed in Yang Hao's eyes as he swung the stick at his own arm.

Crack!

Yang Hao exerted his full strength, and as the stick struck, he immediately let out a pig-like scream, his arm breaking!

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