SWISH!

Bald Eagle whipped a short knife from his fanny pack. The blade gleamed with a cold, fierce light as he stared at Chen Fei and snarled, "Kneel down and apologize to Young Master Yang! Believe it or not, I can kill you right now!"

"A knife… a knife…"

Seeing the man dare to so brazenly brandish a knife in this busy downtown area, everyone—from the onlookers in the distance to Zhang Long and Zhao Le—was stunned. A look of fear appeared on their faces, and they began to back away.

They had no choice. Dressed in a suit and covered in tattoos, the man looked absolutely ferocious. Now that he had actually pulled a knife, these ordinary folks knew to keep their distance, their hearts pounding with fear.

"You think you can kill me right now? To be honest, I don't believe you. But I can tell you this: I've always hated it when people point guns or knives at me. You've just crossed one of my lines. Understand?"

However, Chen Fei's expression remained just as cold. His pitch-black eyes, as clear as glass, now exuded a chilling light as he stared back at his opponent.

These guys are truly shameless. Who gave them the guts to be so arrogant and pull out a knife in a busy place like this?!

Hearing his response, the crowd was taken aback. They never expected Chen Fei to say something like that with a knife pointed at him. Is he really that brave, or is he just clueless?

Bald Eagle's face instantly darkened, his eyes glinting with a cold light as he stared at Chen Fei.

I, Bald Eagle, am a major figure in the Sea River District's underworld, after all. What kind of tough guys haven't I seen? What kind of threats haven't I heard? Trying to act tough in front of me? Fine. I'll see just how tough your bones really are!

"Do it! Let some of this kid's blood. That'll sober him up," Bald Eagle ordered with a wave of his hand. His underlings immediately drew their knives and began closing in on Chen Fei.

In the distance, the crowd was both terrified and saddened by the scene. These people were too audacious, showing absolutely no respect for the law.

Just then, Zhang Long gritted his teeth and rushed forward, grabbing Chen Fei's arm to pull him away.

"Chen Fei, run! I'll hold them off!"

But Chen Fei simply shook his head, his expression indifferent. He called out softly to someone he knew was waiting in the distance, "Director Zhu, you can come out now."

Director Zhu?

Bald Eagle and his men were stunned for a moment. In the next instant, their pupils visibly shrank in shock, and large beads of sweat began to roll down their foreheads and necks. Their faces became terrifyingly pale with fear.

In less than a few seconds, a large squad of police officers armed with real guns and live ammunition charged in, surrounding them completely.

The man leading the police was none other than Zhu Qianye—Director Zhu.

"Police?!"

Bald Eagle stood frozen with fear, the knife still in his hand, but now a gun barrel was pressed against his head. Meanwhile, his underlings had all been struck with gun butts. With blood streaming down their faces, they were forced to squat on the ground in panic, their hands behind their heads.

Why are the police here? And they're all armed?!

"Uncle Zhu?!" Yang Peicheng stared dumbfoundedly at Zhu Qianye and the other officers, his whole body trembling.

Thanks to his family's connections, he saw Zhu Qianye often and was on decent terms with him. But now…

Zhu Qianye shot Yang Peicheng a cold glance and commanded with a wave of his hand, "Arrest them all!"

"Yes, sir!"

The police immediately stepped forward and handcuffed Yang Peicheng. His pupils trembled, and his face turned pale. He tried to say something, but his mouth was stuffed, rendering him unable to speak.

At that moment, Chen Fei walked up to him and said nonchalantly, "Remember what I said earlier about knowing your sister?"

"Mmph… mmph…" Yang Peicheng looked at Chen Fei with utter regret, wanting to beg for mercy but unable to make a sound.

By now, no matter how stupid he was, he had to understand that Chen Fei wasn't some nobody. On the contrary, the man's background was terrifyingly powerful.

Otherwise, why would Director Zhu Qianye show up personally? And with so many police officers carrying real guns and live ammunition?

Chen Fei, however, had already lost interest in him. With a flicker in his eyes, he turned and walked toward the gangster boss, Bald Eagle, whose face was now a mask of regret, pallor, and terror.

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