The duo of Lao Liu and the driver both lowered their heads simultaneously, standing there with an embarrassed and submissive demeanor, ready to take any blame thrown their way.

Of course, they didn't say it outright, but in their minds, they had already cursed Zhao Fengyun's ancestors thoroughly and even felt pleased about Zhao Fengyun's impending "massive loss."

Serves him right!

That's what you get for tossing blame around when things go wrong; now this is your comeuppance!

At this moment, Zhao Fengyun looked towards Xiao Feng on the sofa, seeing him guzzle down his precious wine with big gulps. He almost wished he could leap over and bite him to death, but dared not show too much on the surface.

Not to mention that he was currently bedridden and immobile; even if he could get up, looking at the security guards lying on the ground unable to rise, handling him would be a piece of cake.

What to do?

Is it really necessary to call my old man and give that bastard ten million?

During this brief moment, Xiao Feng had already opened the second batch of wine. After taking a sip, he smacked his lips and frowned slightly, saying, "This wine tastes terrible, garbage."

Zhao Fengyun widened his eyes, wanting to retort directly: Do you even know how much this bottle costs?

But alas, he didn't dare to actually say it aloud.

However, the next moment, something even more unexpected happened.

Only to see Xiao Feng, after commenting on the wine in his glass, directly take the bottle to the flower pot by the windowsill and "glug glug," poured the entire content into it. The pricey renowned wine was squandered like this, just feeding the plants.

"Old Zhao, sister-in-law, don't just stand there, come and taste some wine we poor folks could never drink in a lifetime," Xiao Feng called out.

"Alright!" Zhao Guo'an responded, walked over, picked up a bottle with a design he fancied from the wine cabinet, opened it, and took a swig.

But after just one sip, he spat it out with a "puh" sound and cursed, "What the hell is this crap, with such a weird taste, aren't these all fake wines?"

As he spoke, he walked towards the windowsill and, mimicking Xiao Feng, poured the wine into the flower pot.

The security guards and the driver, along with Lao Liu, were completely dumbfounded at this moment.

They knew better than anyone how much that wine cabinet was worth, to say the least, even the cheapest bottle could match their decades of salary.

Therefore, in their eyes, what Xiao Feng and Zhao Guo'an poured out was far more than just a bottle of wine; it was pure, shiny cash.

Using such good wine to water plants is beyond mere extravagance!

A moment later, Xiao Feng looked at Zhen Jinghan, who hadn't made a move, and said, "Sister-in-law, don't just stand there like that, make yourself at home and take whatever catches your eye."

Zhao Guo'an, caught up in the fun, ignored the discrepancy in how Xiao Feng addressed him and chimed in, "Yeah, opportunities like this don't come often. Are you sure you don't want to try it?"

Zhen Jinghan hesitated, as if swayed by the persuasion.

As Zhao Guo'an said, the chance to spoil good things like this is really hard to come by. Those without money can't afford to play, and those with money aren't foolish enough to waste their own belongings.

Unless the things being squandered belong to someone else, then there's no heartache at all.

One has to admit, there's truth in the old saying that it's hard to learn good, but easy to slip into bad. Even Zhen Jinghan, who is innately kind-hearted, was being led astray by Xiao Feng and Zhao Guo'an.

Meanwhile, on the bed, Zhao Fengyun's face turned ashen. The anger in his heart turned into a raging fire, burning in his chest, making his vision darken, as if his heart were bleeding.

Finally, when Xiao Feng and Zhao Guo'an had destroyed a third of the wine in the cabinet, Zhao Fengyun couldn't help but speak up, "Stop it, I'll call my father right away."

"Bang!"

The wine bottle crashed to the ground, producing a sound almost as loud as an explosion. Xiao Feng laughed with no real sincerity, "Oops, my hand slipped, go ahead with your call."

"You... you..." Zhao Fengyun was so furious that his breathing became heavy, feeling like his internal organs were being roasted.

But before he could say anything, he saw Xiao Feng already reaching for another bottle from the wine cabinet.

"Don't touch my wine, I'm calling right now!" Zhao Fengyun cried out as if his heart were being ripped apart, taking out his phone to call his father, Zhao Huipeng.

Soon, Zhao Fengyun weakly handed the phone to Xiao Feng, "My dad wants to talk to you."

Xiao Feng took the phone and turned on the speaker.

"Hello!"

A strong male voice came from the phone, "Who instructed you to mess with my son?"

"I'll give you half an hour, and after that, if you don't appear before me, go ahead and order a coffin and prepare to deal with your son's funeral arrangements."

After speaking, he hung up the phone without hesitation and tossed it onto Zhao Fengyun.

"Boring, really boring." Xiao Feng stretched lazily and walked towards the wine cabinet.

"Wait a minute!" Zhao Fengyun exclaimed excitedly, "I already called as you asked, don't touch my wine."

"Who are you bargaining with?" Zhao Guo'an glared at him, displeased, "With this whole cabinet of fake wine, you dare put it on display to disgrace yourself? We're eliminating potential hazards for you."

Listening to this, Zhao Fengyun's face suddenly changed, coughing violently. Each cough brought intense pain in his chest, as if he were enduring torture.

"Do you think I'm deliberately trying to anger you?" Zhao Guo'an sneered as he took a bottle of "Tejia Pavilion," a high-proof spirit from the cabinet and said, "Do you know the simplest way to test its authenticity?"

Suddenly, Zhao Fengyun was dumbfounded, as Zhao Guo'an didn't seem to be lying, but it seemed impractical to him. Having one or two fake bottles might be unavoidable, but saying the entire cabinet is filled with fake wine is virtually calling himself a fool.

After spending over a million on good wine, only to find out it's all fake, what else could it be but foolishness?

"Old Xiao, lend me your dagger for a moment," Zhao Guo'an looked at Xiao Feng.

Xiao Feng lifted his leg and placed it on the back of the sofa, indicating for Zhao Guo'an to take it himself.

From the wear marks visible when held up to the light, Xiao Feng's dagger showed signs of numerous battles. A few more high-intensity encounters and it would probably need to retire.

Zhao Guo'an took the dagger and approached Zhao Fengyun.

"You, you… what are you planning to do?" Zhao Fengyun was so frightened that he began to sweat, hurriedly saying, "It's still far from the agreed half an hour."

Zhao Guo'an ignored him, grabbed a corner of the blanket, and punctured it with the dagger, pulling out a wad of cotton from inside.

This action left everyone in the room wide-eyed, puzzled about what he was up to.

Under everyone's gaze, Zhao Guo'an opened the wine bottle, poured it onto the cotton, then squeezed it into an alcohol ball in his hand.

"Watch closely." Zhao Guo'an smiled as he placed the alcohol ball on the marble floor, then took a lighter from his pocket.

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