HPDBC Chapter 236 The Old Master Taught Too Right
Chapter 236 The Old Master Taught Too Right
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Six jeeps drove into the Star Luxury Hotel together.
Thirty people dressed in black suits stepped out of the vehicles. They had seemed amiable enough while walking outside, but upon entering the hotel, they immediately changed demeanor, each now like a formidable ghost or evil spirit as they drew out concealed blades and clubs from behind their backs.
They were clearly a gang of thugs in suits!
Anyone with discerning eyes knew that the arrival of these individuals foretold no good, for they were the private squad cultivated by that little madman of Northern Su, codenamed "Hunting Dogs."
The Hunting Dogs did not just bite, they devoured.
"Brother Gou!"
Liu Youqian greeted the leader, a man with arms covered in scars, with respect.
"Enough with the small talk, where is he?"
The man known as Brother Gou didn’t even glance at Liu Youqian. His accent was heavy, not the pure accent of a person from Xuanyuan Nation.
This was a hired killer from the Ancient Yue Kingdom.
"Still upstairs, come with me."
"Brother Gou, there are three who refuse to leave, I checked their information, they’re with that guy."
Liu Youqian led the way as he spoke.
"Three more who are too blind to see?"
"Liu Youqian, I advise you not to disappoint the boss too much. I’ll let it go this time, and I’ll take care of all of them for you."
Brother Gou glanced at Liu Youqian’s body, full of excess flesh, with utter contempt.
"It won’t happen, I absolutely won’t let the Second Young Master be disappointed again."
"This time, I’ll trouble you, Brother Gou. Once the job is done, I will surely express my deep gratitude to you and the brothers."
Liu Youqian secretly broke out in a cold sweat.
Heaven knew where that little madman from Northern Su found these people. Not only were they loyal, but each one of them was capable of fighting fiercely and mercilessly.
Now we’re getting somewhere!
Brother Gou smiled slightly and said nothing more. In their line of work, wasn’t selling their lives all for the sake of money?
One minute later, the thirty-plus men finally arrived at the floor where Ye Feng was located.
Courting death!
Ye Feng naturally heard the footsteps. It seemed the fat man couldn’t understand simple logic and had the gall to bring trouble to him. He looked at Hong Qingyan, still deep in sleep, and turned to walk towards the door.
Squeak—the door opened gently, and before those men could arrive, Ye Feng had already stepped out ahead of them.
A special forces soldier from the Ancient Yue Kingdom had arrived!
Ye Feng was slightly surprised, not because the man was particularly formidable, but because in recent years, the Ancient Yue Kingdom had rarely sold its special forces personnel abroad. Only those with secret channels could barely manage to acquire one or two.
"This is Northern Su’s way of hospitality?"
Ye Feng couldn’t help but inwardly sigh, wondering if he had picked the wrong day to travel.
Damn it all!
He chose the most luxurious hotel, only to run into such trouble, forcing one to be constantly vigilant.
"I dare not claim to represent Northern Su, I am but a minor figure."
"As for representing Northern Su, indeed there is a family who could, but unfortunately, you just had to offend that very family."
Liu Youqian’s expression was vivid, showing an air of fortune for having the backing of a powerful benefactor.@@@@
"You’re referring to the Liang Family, aren’t you?"
"Tell me, fat man, how would you like to settle this matter?"
It seemed that the old saying was true: enemies are bound to meet on a narrow path. Now he was somehow connected to the Liang Family, when in fact, Ye Feng’s ultimate intent in coming to Northern Su was indeed to target the Liang Family.
Now he wants to beg for mercy?
Liu Youqian, not understanding Ye Feng’s true intentions, scoffed, "Sorry, it’s not up to me to decide what to do with you."
Ye Feng withdrew his pressure. He asked casually and unexpectedly everything turned out to be aimed at him. The madman of Northern Su seemed to be a bit too mad.
"Thank you!"
Seeing Ye Feng turning around, Liu Youqian immediately had tears streaming down his face, wanting to kowtow in thanks, but before he could bow his head, a punch had already struck him in the back.
No need for thanks!
If the king demanded not a single one be spared, how could I leave you out?
Sima Zhantian rubbed his fist, looking at Xia Lengchan’s face showing dissatisfaction, but she simply ignored him.
Want a fight?
If you have the guts, challenge Xiao Chuanqi. If you can beat him, I, Xia Lengchan, will even take your surname.
Until nightfall, the Liang Family didn’t send anyone to disturb Ye Feng, and Hong Qingyan, who had slept for several hours, finally woke up.
"Husband, I’m hungry."
Seeing Ye Feng by the bedside, Hong Qingyan suddenly wrapped herself around his neck, appearing to be full of energy.
"If you’re hungry, then let’s eat."
Ye Feng immediately felt a burning desire rise within his lower abdomen, really wanting to say: I’ll eat you first.
"Where should we eat?"
Hong Qingyan then inquired.
"Of course, downstairs. It’s ready-made, nothing is wasted if it’s free."
Ye Feng certainly wouldn’t say the next part out loud and embarrass himself.
The young madman of the Liang Family hadn’t sent people to disturb him, but the event he hosted for many young masters and misses of Northern Su was still going strong in the Star Luxury Hotel. However, the floor where Ye Feng and his company were located was declared off-limits, prohibiting outsiders from entering.
Ye Feng knew things were happening downstairs, but he turned a blind eye. As long as that little madman didn’t rush to his death too eagerly, Ye Feng didn’t mind letting him jump around a little longer.
"That’s true, I forgot that these kinds of hotels provide free food; there’s no need to spend extra money for downstairs meals."
Hong Qingyan spoke very seriously.
Ye Feng listened, grimacing. Why bring up money now? Was he, the Northern Border King, short of cash for a meal?
"Husband, are you hungry too?"
Hong Qingyan suddenly asked again, her face gradually turning red.
"We don’t get hungry that easily."
Unaware of Hong Qingyan’s implication, he naturally replied.
As a Martial King, he didn’t need to fast completely, but even if he went without food or water for ten days to half a month, there wouldn’t be any adverse effects. The constitution of a Martial King is not something ordinary people could understand.
"I mean, are you... that kind of hungry?"
Hong Qingyan’s voice was very soft, as soft as a whispering mosquito.
These words!
If he still couldn’t understand, then Ye Feng would really be less than a beast. He suddenly stood up and aggressively pulled Hong Qingyan into his arms, pinning her fiercely beneath him.
"Wife, I’m curious, who taught you all this?"
Ye Feng’s breathing became gradually heavier.
The former Hong Qingyan was gentle, kind, and empathetic, but regarding matters of men and women, her vibe to Ye Feng was one of innocence and restraint, barely letting go. Over the past few months, he hadn’t even managed to kiss her once.
"Grandfather taught me when I went back home."
"Grandpa told me that to keep a man’s heart, you have to capture his person first. And to keep his person, you have to sacrifice your own body."
"Husband, be gentle, we still need to go eat later."
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Hong Qingyan’s voice grew lower and her face redder.
That’s well taught, Grandpa! Spot on!
If only Hong Zhenguo were here. Otherwise, Ye Feng would have liked to award him a big medal. Having such skills in duping his own granddaughter like this, you just can’t help but admire it.