Xiao Feng walked up to Du Qingyue, reached out, and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, speaking softly, "Not happy? Because of what these two dogs behind me said?"

"Damn!" Someone not far from the Du Family shouted in surprise, and then hurriedly moved their seats further away.

Xiao Feng's voice wasn't loud, but it was clear enough for most people on the rooftop to hear, and those who didn't catch it were startled when they asked around.

No one expected, or dared to think, that Xiao Feng would come out and immediately refer to Duan Guotai and his son as two dogs. Was he insane?

Du Qingyue's face turned slightly red, and she looked up at Xiao Feng. Their eyes met, and the frost on her face instantly melted, forming a gentle smile.

Xiao Feng averted his gaze, turned around, and raised his voice, "Can anyone tell me what these two dogs just said?"

The scene fell silent; no one was foolish enough to meddle at this moment.

Du Linlang stood up and said, "Simply put, they said Du Qingyue is just a tool to be used, and even the Shen Group doesn't want her. They want you to kneel and apologize with three kowtows, and then they'll let the past go."

Xiao Feng's eyebrows knitted together as he looked at Duan Guotai and his son, "You really can't expect anything sensible from a dog's mouth. How is the Shen Group even worthy of being compared to Qingyue?"

Du Qingyue felt a warmth in her heart. She understood that Xiao Feng wouldn't easily let Duan Guotai and Duan Li off, but she hadn't expected him to put her matter first, not mentioning the insult Duan Guotai and his son directed at him.

As she pondered this, Xiao Feng added, "I don't care what you think in your hearts. From now on, if I hear anyone uttering such words again, the fate of these two dogs will be the best reference."

Everyone present was shocked by these words!

Even Du Qingyun felt a bit alarmed, as Xiao Feng was blatantly threatening everyone—did he not have enough enemies already?

More importantly, Xiao Feng was speaking while on the Du Family's side, which to outsiders seemed no different from the Du Family's stance, and the blame would ultimately fall on the Du Family.

Little did they know, this was needless worry. No one present cared about whose stance Xiao Feng represented; they were just astonished at his boldness, as if he didn't even regard the Shen Group highly.

Initially, everybody thought Duan Guotai was audacious, but compared to Xiao Feng, he seemed insignificant.

At this moment, Duan Li couldn't help but shout, "Spouting big words when you're about to die. Once we get the investment, not just you, but the Du Family will be ruined too!"

"Oh, really?" Xiao Feng's eyes shifted past Duan Li to look at his group of underlings, "You think just these people behind you will suffice?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a man towering over the others charged at him, "These people are more than enough to deal with you!"

Xiao Feng remained calm. As the big man's fist neared, he swiftly kicked out, striking the man's abdomen.

The big man grunted, staggered back several steps, and fell to the ground.

The crowd erupted into discussion. They had somewhat heard about what happened to Duan Guotai and his son at the hotel, so Xiao Feng knocking out the big guy was not terribly shocking.

Now, they were skeptical—would Xiao Feng dare to make a move against so many people? Could he actually win?

"I think he can. Didn't you see that video circulating earlier, where that kid fought off over a dozen people?" someone speculated.

A nearby person immediately retorted, "That was last time; this time might be different. Duan Guotai isn't an idiot. Would he bring just average thugs knowing how well Xiao Feng fights?"

"I agree!" someone chimed in, "These guys are definitely not the same level as those at the hotel. Didn't you see Duan Guotai and his son aren't even flustered?"

This statement was spot on. The people Duan Guotai brought this time were elites, handpicked from hundreds, not just makeshift fillers like last time.

Sure, Xiao Feng could knock one down, but could he really take them all down like before?

"All together now!" Duan Li commanded, "Just leave that bastard with a breath."

"Got it!" a man with chains wrapped around his hands responded, charging ahead, followed by a group rushing at Xiao Feng.

Du Qingyue's heart tightened. As a witness, she naturally foresaw what even the bystanders could. Grabbing Xiao Feng's sleeve, she anxiously asked, "Can you manage?"

"Don't worry, these standard levels are just appetizers no matter how many come!" Xiao Feng replied confidently, without turning back.

The Du Family members exchanged glances, thinking his words were quite bold. But before they could think more, Xiao Feng stepped forward and was instantly engulfed by the crowd.

Du Qingyue couldn't help but stand up, her gaze darting like lightning across the crowd, constantly locking onto Xiao Feng's figure.

The watching socialites panicked, no longer predicting the outcome, they scattered to the distance.

They were only here for the show; getting accidentally injured would be bad.

The scene descended into chaos, with Xiao Feng entangled with the thirty or so men brought by Duan Guotai and his son. It was impossible to tell who was who; only screams rang out incessantly.

"Ah! Damn, who the hell hit me?"

"Out of the way, watch me settle this punk with one punch!"

"Which side are you even on, why are you blocking me?"

Hearing the shouts from the crowd, Duan Guotai and his son's faces darkened. Were they here to fight or to put on a performance?

The father and son exchanged glances, imagining a highly dramatic scene where, after most had fallen, the targeted individual was crouched, unharmed, in the center.

It was no wonder they thought this way, since in such chaos, Xiao Feng might blend into the crowd, causing them to hit their own while he remained unscathed.

Realizing this, Duan Li urgently shouted, "Make sure to look carefully before striking, don't hit your own!"

Hearing this left the socialites speechless. Were they there to be laughed at?

If Wang Qiang or Zhao Xingfeng were present, they could notice how eerily similar the scene was to that night at Wolf Howl Bar!

Back then, Xiao Feng was also surrounded by dozens, until Zhao Chen's underlings collapsed one by one, and he alone stood in the end.

Five minutes later, looking at the thirty or so elite fighters lying on the ground moaning, the socialites were completely dumbfounded!

No one could have imagined one man fighting against over thirty, a scene typically from movies, was now happening right before their eyes.

A man in a branded suit pinched his thigh in disbelief, grimacing in pain but finally confirming it wasn't a dream!

Realizing this, the crowd's gazes at Xiao Feng turned terrified. Was this guy even human?

This wasn't meant as an insult, but rather an acknowledgment that Xiao Feng's displayed might exceeded everyone's comprehension!

At this moment, Xiao Feng looked playfully at Duan Guotai and his son, slowly approaching them.

"Don't, don't come closer!" Duan Li exclaimed fearfully, "Come any closer and I'll jump. With so many people watching, if I jump, you'll be blamed."

"Jump then!" Xiao Feng replied nonchalantly, "If you won't jump, I'll help you."

With that, everyone saw Xiao Feng sprint forward, grabbing Duan Li with one hand and running towards the edge of the rooftop, then tossing him such that his entire body went beyond the rooftop's edge.

"No!" Duan Guotai screamed, his voice filled with anguish.

And the onlookers were all stunned—did Xiao Feng really dare kill someone in front of so many?!

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