Not far away, a man wearing a Louis Vuitton shirt was aiming at this side with a telescope.

He saw Yang Fei appear in the lens and a sinister smile couldn't help but show on his lips.

"That guy took the bait," he said.

He snapped his fingers and said indifferently, then passed the telescope to Fang Tang next to him.

Fang Tang took the telescope and looked through it, his venomous gaze not at all concealed.

"Brother Song, I want this guy dead. Is there a way?"

The man in the Louis Vuitton shirt, Brother Song, frowned.

He seemed somewhat disdainful but concealed his emotions quite well.

Brother Song said indifferently, "Given the dangers of Nine Bends Wild Path, if that guy dares to go up, letting him die would be just a traffic accident, nothing serious."

He narrowed his eyes, his voice growing cold, "My only worry now is that the kid might not dare to play. That would be a problem."

Fang Tang's spirits lifted, and he smiled darkly, "Don't worry. As long as he follows the trap I've designed, he's sure to fall in."

"How much strategy can such an arrogant brat have?"

"I hope so," Brother Song said indifferently, taking the telescope back from Fang Tang and watching intently.

In front of the Land Rover, Yang Fei walked over in a few strides, his face dark.

He snatched the cigarette out of a rich young man's hand and pressed it onto his face without a word.

The searing cigarette butt immediately caused the rich young man to scream in agony.

A stench of burning flesh began to fill the air.

The rich young man struggled hard but was pinned down on the hood of the Land Rover by Yang Fei, unable to break free.

The other two rich young men were startled and quickly stepped back.

They looked at Yang Fei in fear, "What... what are you doing?"

Swish!

Yang Fei's figure, ghostlike, pounced directly behind the two men.

He grabbed their necks, pressing them down onto the hood of the Land Rover.

"What on earth are you trying to do, you barbarian?"

The two pitiful guys had never imagined Yang Fei could be so dangerous.

Yang Fei didn't answer. He lifted one leg, like a Great Iron Whip, and pinned them down.

Meanwhile, he slowly took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a deep drag.

The two rich young men struggled hard.

But Yang Fei's leg was incredibly heavy, like a column of reinforced concrete and steel.

The two guys were pressed so hard they could hardly breathe, let alone free themselves.

Yang Fei took a drag of his cigarette.

Just as the cigarette was burning intensely, he removed it and suddenly pressed it hard into one rich young man's face.

"Ah!"

The second rich young man screamed in pain.

Sparks of the cigarette butt flew, the stench of burnt flesh was unbearable.

Next, Yang Fei did the same thing to the third rich young man's face.

All three rich young men's cheeks blistered, crying for their parents in pain.

But pinned down by Yang Fei's leg, they were unable to stand up.

Not far away, Brother Song's expression drastically changed.

He had never imagined that this hotel odd-job man would be so bold and ruthless.

This was Young Master Ming Tai's Jingshui Villa.

Even Brother Song himself wouldn't dare cause trouble here.

Fang Tang's facial muscles twitched, his eyes poisoned with malice as he stared at Yang Fei.

"Brother Song, do you see?" he said.

"This despicable hotel odd-job man doesn't consider us nobility at all."

"Damn it, I must kill him today," he said.

Brother Song cursed loudly, his expression fierce and ruthless.

In front of the Range Rover, Yang Fei lazily held a cigarette in his mouth and heaved a sigh.

"Why is this world filled with idiots like you?"

"Speak up, who sent you to mess with me?"

The three wealthy youths' cheeks were painfully bruised.

The pressure of Yang Fei's leg on them made it difficult to breathe; their tongues protruded out, unable to utter a word.

Just then, a voice came from afar.

"Fighting is strictly forbidden within Jingshui Villa. What are you doing?"

Yang Fei looked up and saw a young man about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, his face full of anger, staring fiercely at Yang Fei from two to three hundred meters away.

Behind the young man followed seven or eight other wealthy youths.

Seeing their peers being so mistreated by Yang Fei, each of them was furious, glaring at Yang Fei.

Some were rubbing their fists and wiping their palms, as if ready to rush over and give Yang Fei a beating at the slightest disagreement.

Yang Fei laughed, retracted his leg, and stretched out his limbs.

"So, it turns out you are all together, looking for a fight, huh?"

No sooner had Yang Fei pulled back his leg than the three wealthy youths collapsed onto the ground from the hood of the Range Rover with a thud.

Thier foreheads, cheeks, chins, and other parts were covered with blisters from cigarette burns.

Oily and swollen, they looked quite comical.

The three of them scrambled to the youth's side.

Crying out in haste, they wailed, "Brother Song, you must avenge us, kill this barbarian."

"This bastard has scorched us like this, how can I charm beauties now? I don't want to live anymore..."

...

The wealthy youths behind Brother Song inhaled sharply as they saw the three provocateurs of Yang Fei in such a pitiful state.

This odd-job man from the hotel was truly vicious!

Not someone to mess with.

Brother Song, seeing the sorry state of the three men, had an even colder look in his eyes.

He said indifferently, "How do you want to resolve this?"

Yang Fei couldn't be bothered to elaborate and snorted, "Whatever works for you, I'm up for a fight, or if you want to sue, I'll be waiting for you."

"Excuse me for being blunt, but with these schemes, you are all trash."

Arrogant and brazen enough!

These were the words these wealthy youths would say almost every day.

But usually, it was they who chastised others, while today, it was Yang Fei's turn to teach them a lesson.

"Bastard, kill him!"

"Beat him to death! First time I've seen such an arrogant odd-job man," exclaimed another.

...

Upon hearing Yang Fei's words, the crowd kicked up another uproar, seething with indignation.

Brother Song's face turned blue with fury, yet he forcibly contained his rage.

He looked into Yang Fei's eyes and said flatly, "We are civilized people; only low-quality barbarians resort to beating and killing at the drop of a hat."

"Here's the deal, let's play a game. If you win, we'll pretend nothing happened just now."

Mockery filled his eyes.

"I have the authority to agree on this, but I am not sure if you dare to play?"

Yang Fei let out a cold laugh and looked at Brother Song nonchalantly, "What game?"

Brother Song glanced at the distant Phoenix Mountain and said calmly, "It's said that Young Master Ming Tai is an exceptional race car driver, having won the Asia Rally Championship before."

"Behind the villa, he spent a fortune building a racing track."

"In Young Master Ming Tai's garage, there are the world's finest race cars. I wonder if you dare to race with us?"

"Race?"

Yang Fei exclaimed, his face filled with mock fear.

"It's very dangerous, someone might get killed if we aren't careful."

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