On the other side, Xiao Feng led a group of people including Zhao Xingfeng out from an entertainment venue called "Red Diamond".

Wang Qiang sighed and said, "I mean, we can't just leave empty-handed, right? Even catching a few customers would be better than nothing."

"Alright, we did well yesterday. You can't expect to catch big fish every time," Zhao Xingfeng retorted with displeasure.

Xiao Feng seemed quite calm; the place was clean, which at least meant Shen Group wasn't making any money here. As long as Shen Group wasn't profiting, he was happy.

"Let's check out the next place. If there's no gain, we'll call it a night," Xiao Feng said casually.

Zhao Xingfeng and the others nodded, already suspecting that the next place might yield similar results.

Fifteen minutes later, Xiao Feng and the others entered a bar named "Lollipop".

The bar was filled with colorful lights, making it difficult to keep eyes open, and the music was loud. Men and women on the dance floor swayed to the rhythm, appearing completely immersed.

Xiao Feng signaled, and Zhao Xingfeng and the others nodded knowingly, then dispersed to focus on inspecting the private rooms.

After everyone left, Xiao Feng surveyed the surroundings, preparing to act.

But at that moment, a woman sitting at the bar caught his attention.

The woman rested a hand on her forehead, nearly slumped over the bar, holding a wine glass, clearly indicating she was heavily drunk.

Just then, a middle-aged man approached with a sly grin, taking advantage of the bartender's distraction to quickly pour a small amount of white powder into the woman's wine glass.

Xiao Feng frowned; he had worked as a bartender before and had seen such things happen frequently. Those who preyed on others like this often ended up being carried out of the bar.

Watching the familiar silhouette of the woman, Xiao Feng walked straight over, brushing off heavily made-up women trying to chat with him.

"Hey beautiful, wake up, let's have a drink," the middle-aged man placed his hand on the woman's shoulder, speaking with a playful smile.

"Get lost!" The woman swung her hand, knocking the man's hand aside forcefully.

The middle-aged man's eyes showed anger, but he suppressed his temper and smiled, "What's the trouble? Tell me, it'll be better once you share."

The woman slowly raised her head and scoffed, "Share with you? Do I know you?"

Xiao Feng's eyes widened; the drunk woman was Zhang Wan, no wonder he found her familiar.

The middle-aged man showed what he thought was a gentlemanly smile, "Exactly, not knowing each other means you can open up to me without holding back."

As he spoke, he slowly reached towards Zhang Wan's chest.

Zhang Wan became instantly angry and, as the man's hand approached, unceremoniously slapped it aside, "Stop touching me."

But with that slap, Zhang Wan nearly fell off the high stool, her posture becoming unstable.

The middle-aged man gleefully reached to catch Zhang Wan, but a young man had already stepped forward, pulling Zhang Wan into his arms.

Zhang Wan instinctively struggled, but upon seeing it was Xiao Feng holding her, she couldn't help but rub her eyes, "Xiao Feng, is that you?"

Xiao Feng nodded, giving her a trademark smile, and felt Zhang Wan relax in his arms, as if she had completely let down her guard.

The middle-aged man's brow furrowed, speaking mockingly, "Bro, are you ignoring the rules? Trying to steal my girl without knowing who I am?"

"I don't care who you are. I'll count to three, and if I see you again, I promise you'll leave here on a stretcher tonight," Xiao Feng said coldly, looking down at the seemingly asleep Zhang Wan, never giving the middle-aged man a glance.

"You're quite arrogant," the middle-aged man signaled, "Guys, come over here. Let's teach this newbie a lesson."

"Sure!" Immediately someone answered, and soon eight men approached, surrounding Xiao Feng at the bar, each holding a bottle.

The middle-aged man pointed a finger at Xiao Feng, arrogantly saying, "Kid, leave the girl with me, and kneel to apologize, and we'll end this... Ah!"

Halfway through, a shriek cut through since that pointed finger was already gripped by Xiao Feng, who snapped it hard with a clear cracking sound.

"Ah!"

An even louder scream followed, loud enough to drown out the music. People gathered to see the middle-aged man rolling on the ground, his twisted finger breaking natural laws.

In bars, fighting is common, but the key was who the participants were.

The middle-aged man had some fame in the bar, and the onlookers were incredulous about his being hit.

"Did I see it wrong? Zhou Tiger was actually beaten?"

"The attacker probably doesn't know his dad, just wait. Soon they'll bring the police car," someone mused, stroking their chin thoughtfully.

"Do you think the young man knows Zhou Tiger but simply doesn't care?"

Immediately, laughter broke out. In this area, anyone unfamiliar with Zhou Tiger was either a child who hadn't learned to walk or simply nonexistent.

Zhou Tiger was indeed famous, infamously so, and his father worked in the city bureau, using this background to bully surrounding businesses.

Dining without paying was the least of it, taking items after dining was common, mixed daily with bad company, his notoriety becoming more pronounced.

Yet now, this famous figure was rolling on the ground screaming, a far cry from his usual arrogance.

"What's happening?" The bar's Security Guard arrived quickly and, upon seeing Zhou Tiger being beaten, couldn't help but be startled.

"What are you all standing there for? Get him!" Zhou Tiger squeezed out words from between his teeth, glaring at Xiao Feng, while hurriedly dialing his father's number.

Xiao Feng coldly watched the eight bottle-wielding men rush him, not moving an inch.

Just then, Zhao Xingfeng, Wang Qiang, and the others finally reached the front of the crowd, seeing Xiao Feng was the one involved, they immediately rushed forward.

It was expected; when they saw a crowd gathering, instinctively they felt it was related to Xiao Feng. Their assumption had no basis but proved scarily accurate.

"Brother Feng, leave these scraps to us!" Wang Qiang chuckled, kicking one person down, while the other three officers and Zhao Xingfeng weren't to be outdone, ending the fight in two minutes.

This battle left no suspense; a group accustomed to revelry couldn't possibly beat trained officers, so the fight was one-sided from the start.

Looking at the eight men wailing on the ground, the crowd was in an uproar, astonished that Xiao Feng had brought people with him, each seeming quite skilled.

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