The night was deep and mysterious, and Fei'e Mountain tonight was different from the past. The usually lively and decadent atmosphere had vanished without a trace, replaced by an oppressive and suffocating air!

Squeak!!!

Seven or eight sedans suddenly stopped in the square atop Fei'e Mountain, followed by more than forty burly men stepping out.

They were all uniformly dressed in tight black shirts, showcasing their bulging muscles, looking exceptionally strong. Their expressions were fierce, and the shiny machetes in their hands added a chilling aura to the air.

As soon as these men emerged from their cars, they saw more than thirty members of the Zhendong Gang scattered across the square.

Shen Zhendong's gaze swept over the square, and when he saw that Lamborghini with damaged tires and a bloodied front end, his pupils shrank. He quickly walked to a young man lying injured on the ground and asked:

"Xiao Li! Where are the others?"

The young man's legs were already broken, and he lay on the ground in agony, drenched in cold sweat. But when he saw Shen Zhendong and the others arrive, he showed a look of ecstasy, "Brother Dong, that person is at the mountainside bar, and the young master is still in his hands!"

"He?" Shen Zhendong's brow furrowed; he had assumed that the other party must be a gang or an organization. However, from the sound of it, it seemed to be just one person:

"How many of them are there? What's their background?"

A cold glint flickered in Shen Zhendong's eyes. If it were a major gang, he might have to give it some thought. But if it was just one person or even a few people, then they were daring to the extreme to wreak havoc on his Zhendong Gang's territory.

"Just one young man! That guy's driving skills are impressive; he broke all our legs with his car, including the young master's!" The young man from the Zhendong Gang hurriedly explained.

"One person?" Shen Zhendong's eyes narrowed, and then a dense murderous intent appeared on his face:

"Good! Very good!"

Having said that, Shen Zhendong waved his hand and led his dozens of subordinates mightily towards the mountainside bar.

Many people had gathered outside the mountainside bar, but when they saw Shen Zhendong and his men approaching, they all shrank back and rapidly stepped aside.

Shen Zhendong was notoriously ruthless, especially since the opponents were on the verge of furious rage, naturally, no one dared to provoke him.

As soon as he entered the bar, Shen Zhendong immediately saw his son, Shen Wen!

But what he saw almost made him faint with rage!

Shen Wen's arms were completely broken, and his legs were similarly a gory mess, lying on the ground, gasping for breath.

"Damn it!!!" Shen Zhendong, like an enraged lion, and the surrounding members of the Zhendong Gang, were horrified upon seeing the state of Shen Wen.

They could not believe that their adversary was so ruthless and that the situation had spiraled into an all-out feud with the Zhendong Gang, leaving no room for de-escalation!

Immediately, two brawny men stepped forward, intending to help Shen Wen up and take him back.

But just as they reached out to help him, two chunks of ice flew in out of nowhere, hitting them hard on their wrists.

Ah!!!

Caught off guard, they only felt an intense pain in their wrists, and with a snapping sound, their wrists broke apart!

This scene shocked all the members of the Zhendong Gang, looking at the shattered ice on the ground and their comrades with near-broken wrists, utterly astonished.

How much force was needed to break someone's wrist with a chunk of ice!

Shen Zhendong himself was taken aback, and then, with a grim face, he stared at a young man at the bar. He had seen with his own eyes that it was that person who had thrown the ice!

Clearly, this was the same person who had injured his son!

"Was it you who hurt my son?" a fierce light flickered in Shen Zhendong's eyes as he stared at Ye Feng.

Ye Feng took a sip of the crimson liquid in his glass and nodded lightly in response.

Watching Ye Feng's nonchalant demeanor, Shen Zhendong almost burst out laughing in frustration, thinking that someone daring to remain so composed in front of his own group truly didn't know whether to live or die.

"Did you bring Mo Lin and the others?" Ye Feng asked indifferently, glancing at Shen Zhendong.

"Hmph! Bring them up!" With a wave of his hand, Shen Zhendong immediately had five or six youths shoving and dragging several people into the bar, who were indeed Mo Lin, Mo Fei, and the others.

At this moment, Mo Lin, Mo Fei, and the others were covered in wounds, their faces bruised and swollen, especially Mo Lin, whose orbits were almost bursting open with flesh turned inside out, suggesting he was not lightly injured.

"Brother Feng..." Seeing Ye Feng sitting at the bar, Mo Lin and Mo Fei's eyes reddened in a moment, their heads bowed in shame.

At this point, they felt utterly useless, especially in front of the Zhendong gang, helplessly weak!

Ye Feng glanced at them expressionlessly, then turned to Shen Zhendong and said,

"Let them go, and you can take Shen Wen away!"

Ye Feng's speech was indifferent, as if he was talking about something trivial or even a matter of course.

But this tone, to the ears of others, was so strange. It filled many onlookers with pity, and some even looked at him as if they were looking at a dead man.

Shen Zhendong's eyelids twitched furiously; he had seen arrogant people, but he had never seen someone as arrogant as Ye Feng! He had seen those who were ignorant of their mortality, but never someone as blindly ignorant as this man!

Shen Zhendong waved his hand, and immediately someone stepped forward to bring Shen Wen over. However, after checking Shen Wen's injuries, Shen Zhendong's face twisted with savagery,

"Kill! Kill him!"

At Shen Zhendong's fierce command, dozens of his men immediately leapt forward, brandishing their machetes and charging at Ye Feng.

But Ye Feng simply shook his head with a smile, then took a chunk of ice out of the bucket, suddenly crushing it. He bent his palm, made a hooking motion, and then flung the crushed ice at the oncoming crowd.

This action puzzled many; if Ye Feng had thrown the entire ice block, perhaps he could have injured one person. But now that he had crushed the ice, the force of the ice would be diminished by dozens of times, making it harmless upon impact.

Shen Zhendong thought the same. When Ye Feng had previously used an ice block to break the wrists of two of his men, he was somewhat alarmed. But now, it seemed he had overestimated him.

However, when the crushed ice hit the dozens of Zhendong gang members, something stunning happened.

Each fragment of crushed ice was as sharp as a blade point, instantly penetrating the wrists of the attackers. Their wrists spurted blood, and some were even pierced clean through.

Clang Clang Clang...

One machete after another fell to the ground; each clear sound was like a hammer striking everyone's hearts, leaving all almost in disbelief.

"Maple Leaf Dart!!!"

The man called Lao Liu (Old Six), who had been standing behind Shen Zhendong, suddenly changed color and quickly whispered something into Shen Zhendong's ear.

Ye Feng, with his excellent hearing, naturally overheard Lao Liu's words. What surprised him, however, was that someone here recognized his technique.

The way he threw the ice, as well as the stones previously, utilized the same method — the Maple Leaf Technique!

Ordinary people throwing objects can only rely on the strength of their arms, but the Maple Leaf Technique uses the combined power of the entire body. What would normally be an arm's throw of several tens of pounds could multiply in force several or even ten times when using the Maple Leaf Technique.

This technique might seem bizarre, but upon closer reflection, it wasn't that exaggerated. As long as one mastered the method of consolidating the body's strength, even an ordinary person could do it.

Yet, what now surprised Ye Feng was that he had only taught this technique to a few of China's top combat teams; ordinary people couldn't possibly know it, so how did this Lao Liu know?

At this moment, Lao Liu was whispering urgently into Shen Zhendong's ear, but Shen Zhendong's expression was growing increasingly ugly, a mix of shock, panic, and deep resentment.

"Lao Liu! Are you certain?" Shen Zhendong asked again, not willing to let go.

"Brother Dong! This is no trivial matter, please consider the welfare of the Zhendong gang!" Lao Liu said, casting a fearful glance at Ye Feng on the bar before speaking to Shen Zhendong.

Shen Zhendong's face turned cloudy and uncertain. Lao Liu's words had indeed frightened him, but with his son so severely injured, he felt reluctant to let Ye Feng off so easily.

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