Chapter 25: With a background like that, you still dare to bark?

"Don't cry anymore, Ke'er."

"You won't be pretty if you keep crying."

Qin Feng said with a comforting smile.

But for Chen Ke'er—

She simply could not calm down. Only the warmth of the chest she leaned against made her feel that the scene before her was real.

Once, Qin Feng was the young master of the powerful Qin family in Yunhai. Because her mother worked for the Qin family, she had often visited their estate. Then, a sudden fire had wiped everything away. She had barely managed to escape with her life, only to hear the news later that, aside from her and her mother, there were no survivors in the entire Qin manor. Qin Feng had vanished without a trace.

Hearing the tragic news, she had been devastated, and it had taken her a long time to recover. Now that he had returned from the dead, how could she not be overwhelmed?

Likewise, Qin Feng felt the same. In the past, he and Chen Ke'er had been very close. Chen Ke'er was two years his senior and had always looked after him like an older sister. Now, with no family left to his name, seeing Chen Ke'er again brought a sudden, poignant sense of kinship.

"Sister Ke'er, let me deal with this trouble for you first."

Qin Feng placed Chen Ke'er behind him and turned to face Sun Zihang, who was already boiling with rage.

"Listen to me, all of you!"

"Whoever cripples this brat for me gets ten million!" Sun Zihang’s face was livid. Sitting in his wheelchair, he barked vicious commands at the group of wealthy socialites around him.

Ten million! Even for these rich heirs, their eyes lit up at the offer.

"Don't worry, Young Master Sun!"

"Since this kid dared to hit you, we’ll finish him off!"

Some grabbed bottles, others picked up folding chairs, and they charged forward with savage intent. Without a word, a brawl broke out!

"Qin Feng, be careful!" Chen Ke'er’s heart tightened as she couldn't help but cry out.

But instead of dodging, Qin Feng snatched a wine bottle and smashed it over the head of his attacker! With a few swift punches and kicks, he sent the group of wealthy heirs sprawling to the ground.

"Ahhh!"

"My face... I'm disfigured!"

"My leg... my leg hurts so much, it must be broken!"

"Sun Zihang, what use are these sissies? Since you hate me so much, why don't you get up and fight me yourself?"

After speaking, Qin Feng glanced at Sun Zihang’s lower body, which was confined to the wheelchair. His tone grew mocking.

"But looking at you... you eunuch, I’m afraid you can't stand up anymore."

These words were like a sharp blade piercing straight into Sun Zihang’s heart. It was clear that the surgery had failed to save his manhood; he was now permanently impotent! Yet, Qin Feng was deliberately using this to humiliate him. He wanted to kill him!

"Damn you!"

Sun Zihang’s face flushed red, and he roared in fury: "You little brat... you've gone too far! You ruined me, and now you dare to humiliate me here? I won't let you off!"

He then barked at the bartender nearby: "Go! Call Sister Hong over and help me finish this kid off!"

Oh no! Chen Ke'er’s face turned pale. She hurriedly said to Qin Feng, "Qin Feng, run! If you don't, you won't be able to leave!"

"Why?" Qin Feng asked.

Chen Ke'er explained nervously, "Sister Hong is the notorious boss of this area, known as the 'Jade-Faced Rakshasa.' Not only does she own this bar, but she controls the surrounding streets, and it's rumored she has a powerful figure backing her!"

"Sun Zihang is a regular here and even has a stake in the business. Sister Hong won't let you go!"

Qin Feng, however, didn't care. Sister Hong? Never heard of her!

Just then, someone exclaimed, "Sister Hong is here!"

All eyes turned upward. A woman descended the stairs. Silk-clad, shapely legs, a provocative red cheongsam, and an incredibly alluring figure—her silhouette was breathtaking. However, her beautiful eyes held a sharp, hidden glint, and a fierce aura radiated from her brow. Every movement she made exerted a heavy sense of oppression, making people afraid to meet her gaze despite her stunning appearance. It was the presence of someone truly in power.

"It's over, Sister Hong is here!" Chen Ke'er trembled, worried for Qin Feng. But Qin Feng remained unfazed, instead sizing her up.

Reaching the floor, Sister Hong scanned the chaotic scene and asked coldly, "What's going on?"

"Sister Hong!" Sun Zihang pointed at Qin Feng and filed his complaint: "This brat is my enemy. He came to the bar to cause trouble and hit people. Hurry up and finish him!"

Sister Hong looked coldly at Qin Feng. Seeing him staring back without a hint of fear, her expression turned icy.

"Kid, do you know what kind of place this is? How dare you run wild here?"

"Listen—break your own limbs, then get out!"

There was no room for negotiation. She demanded he break his own limbs immediately; her methods were vicious and cruel. *This woman is quite ruthless,* Qin Feng thought to himself, but he countered, "And if I don't?"

Sister Hong’s voice dropped a few degrees colder: "Either you break your own limbs, or I will do it for you, though I'll make sure to leave your worthless life intact."

The tone and the pressure... everyone around couldn't help but shiver.

"Interesting," Qin Feng sneered. "Then come and do it yourself. I'm just afraid you don't have the skill!"

"You're courting death!" Sister Hong’s eyes turned cold, and a chilling aura erupted from her. She commanded grimly: "Kill him!"

"Yes!"

Two burly men stepped forward, their faces fierce and predatory. They were holding knives!

"Sister Hong, wait!" Chen Ke'er couldn't bear to see Qin Feng killed, so she summoned her courage to plead: "Qin Feng is my friend. He only fought because he was protecting me. Please, let him go..."

Sister Hong’s face darkened, and she raised her hand to slap Chen Ke'er across the face. "You invite your trash friends here to cause trouble? You deserve a beating!"

Chen Ke'er was terrified and dared not resist or dodge. At the critical moment, Qin Feng suddenly struck out, clamping his hand firmly onto Sister Hong’s wrist mid-swing.

This instantly infuriated her. "Let go! You ignorant fool, how dare you offend me?!"

But Qin Feng sneered: "I'm not just offending you, I'm going to slap you too!"

*Smack!*

Caught off guard, Sister Hong was sent tumbling to the ground by Qin Feng’s slap.

"My god!"

"This kid... he actually hit Sister Hong!"

"They say Sister Hong has a powerful backer. He hit her without knowing the weight of his actions; he’s as good as dead!"

The surrounding customers gasped in shock.

"Does that feel good?" Qin Feng asked with a smile, showing no fear. "If it's not enough, I can serve you again!"

"You little brat! How dare you touch Sister Hong—cut him to pieces!"

The two burly men were enraged and charged at Qin Feng with their knives drawn.

*Bang! Bang!*

With a casual wave of his hand, Qin Feng sent the two men flying like cannonballs. They slammed into the wall and began coughing up blood.

"You little brat, you're looking for death!" Sister Hong clutched her burning cheek and shrieked, "Do you know who is backing me? In Yunhai, if you lay a hand on me, you won't live to see tomorrow!"

"Is that so?" Qin Feng remained indifferent. "Then call him over. Let me see what kind of deity he is!"

"He's drinking upstairs. Don't you dare run!"

Consumed by rage, Sister Hong pulled out her phone: "Uncle Chen, I was beaten by some kid downstairs. Come down here and avenge me!"

"Wait." The person on the other end said one word and hung up.

Soon, footsteps echoed. A middle-aged man draped in a black cloak walked down with an imposing, authoritative aura. His fingers were adorned with antique thumb rings, each one worth a fortune.

Upon seeing the man, people in the room immediately recognized him—

"My god!"

"So the 'Uncle Chen' behind Sister Hong is actually Chen Badou?"

"He’s the head of the Chen family, one of the four super-wealthy families in Yunhai! An antique merchant with terrifying connections—he’s legendary!"

Sun Zihang was delighted and mocked Qin Feng: "Kid, you're finished! I never expected Uncle Chen to be here. Just wait to be crippled and thrown out!"

He had, of course, heard of Chen Badou’s influence; he had ties to both the underworld and the establishment. A single phone call could even have the police department arrest someone for him! Dealing with Qin Feng would be as easy as flicking a speck of dust.

Wherever Uncle Chen walked, a chilling pressure forced the crowd to part ways.

"Who hit you?" Seeing the finger marks on Sister Hong’s face, Chen Badou asked in a deep voice. He was clearly already livid.

"It was him!" Sister Hong pointed at Qin Feng with a venomous glare. "This kid came here to cause trouble, ignored the rules, and even dared to hit me! Uncle Chen, you have to stand up for me!"

The next moment, Uncle Chen’s sharp, hawk-like gaze fixed on Qin Feng. His entire body radiated a murderous aura. Everyone, including Sun Zihang, believed Qin Feng was doomed.

But Qin Feng felt no fear; instead, his tone carried a note of surprise:

"Uncle Chen, long time no see!"