Chapter 74: Who Is Chopping Whom, After All?

The Gilded Nightclub was a nightlife spot in Baiyun District, less upscale compared to the venues in Haizhu and Tianhe. But whether a nightclub was high-class or not wasn’t the main thing—what mattered was that it was fun.

At the entrance of the nightclub, a group of unsavory types surrounded a wealthy young man as they exited together.

“Young Master Ye, want to know what’s fun around here? I know a girl from Qingtang Street, she’s got great skills and stamina. You can enjoy the best of both worlds at once—a little tantric play and a massage, if you know what I mean. When she moves, it makes you want to use your teeth,” bragged a minor member of the Lianhong Society.

“Really? That good? Let’s go! My treat!” Ye Wuhua responded with a hearty wave, generous as ever.

“Young Master Ye is truly magnanimous!”

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Surrounded by his lackeys, Ye Wuhua passed by the street food stalls and caught sight of Lu Feng. He stopped at once, swaggered over with a sneer on his lips, and said, “What a small world. So many people, and yet you still survived.”

Lu Feng glanced at him and replied in a casual tone, “It’s not fate. I was waiting here for you.”

“For me? Waiting for me to bring someone to teach you a lesson? Hahaha…” Ye Wuhua now had a whole crew of Lianhong Society punks around him, so he was feeling bold.

“No,” Lu Feng shook his head. “I’m waiting to see someone teach you a lesson.”

“Someone’s coming for me? Where are they? I brought my own gang tonight—if you annoy me, I’ll have them deal with you!” Ye Wuhua boasted arrogantly.

Lu Feng glanced at the minor gangster next to Ye Wuhua and said, “Doggie Bo, go ahead. I’ll be watching.”

Ye Wuhua immediately frowned and stepped away from Doggie Bo, suspicious. “What do you mean?”

“Still don’t get it? You paid Big Mouth Owl to come after me. Well, tit for tat—I’m just returning the favor and having someone come after you,” Lu Feng said, popping the last piece of duck intestine into his mouth to chew slowly.

“Damn you! Doggie Bo, did he put you up to this?” Ye Wuhua barked, pointing at Bo.

Earlier, Ye Wuhua had been having a carefree time inside the Gilded Nightclub when Doggie Bo showed up with a few subordinates, promising him even greater fun elsewhere. The flattery worked, and Ye Wuhua followed him out.

Doggie Bo was one of Big Mouth Owl’s top enforcers, always hoping for his chance to rise but never quite getting it.

This time, with Big Mouth Owl behind bars, Seventh Master wanted Shan Wei to take over Qingtang Street, but the local crew wouldn’t have it, sparking a feud. Seventh Master declared that whoever could hold the territory for a month without another gang planting their flag would be promoted to boss of Qingtang Street.

As a result, Big Mouth Owl’s men split into three factions, fighting daily. Someone sharp eventually realized that Seventh Master’s real goal was to weaken Big Mouth Owl’s remaining forces. In the end, Doggie Bo managed to consolidate the leftovers.

With Big Mouth Owl in prison and unfinished debts to pay, Lu Feng caught Doggie Bo and ordered him to take care of Ye Wuhua—or else he’d end up sharing a cell with Big Mouth Owl.

Doggie Bo had witnessed Lu Feng’s ruthless methods before, so he had no choice but to grit his teeth and seek out Ye Wuhua.

“Young Master Ye, in this line of work, you always have to pay your debts,” Doggie Bo said grimly.

“Damn you! How much is he paying you? I’ll double it—get your men to go after him instead!” Ye Wuhua shouted, pointing at Lu Feng and glaring at Doggie Bo.

Lu Feng grinned. “Big Mouth Owl couldn’t finish me off, and you think you’ll fare any better, Doggie Bo? I’m not afraid of people changing sides.”

Doggie Bo looked terrible. He was trapped—when he’d refused Lu Feng before, he’d been taught a harsh lesson, and just thinking about it made him shiver. But Ye Wuhua was no pushover either: a spoiled rich kid with a powerful family, crossing him could spell big trouble.

Still, even the big fish have their weaknesses. Street thugs have nothing to lose; when cornered, they’ll do anything, and even the powerful have reason to fear.

“Young Master Ye, sorry about this. We’re just the knives in your hands; what happens next is out of our control,” Doggie Bo said through clenched teeth. With a signal, his followers surrounded Ye Wuhua.

Several punks grabbed Ye Wuhua, slammed him to the ground, and began to beat him mercilessly, fists and boots flying as Ye Wuhua howled in pain.

“Ah! Ah! Lu Feng, just you wait! Doggie Bo, you’re dead!” Ye Wuhua screamed threats, his voice strong at first but soon fading to nothing but wails.

A few minutes later, Ye Wuhua lay on the ground, barely breathing.

Doggie Bo stepped back, face ashen, and approached Lu Feng. “The business between Qingtang Street and you is settled.”

Lu Feng nodded. “It’s settled.”

“Let’s go!” Doggie Bo barked, leading his men away.

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Lu Feng didn’t spare Ye Wuhua a glance, unconcerned with the mess left behind. He stood up and walked to the braised food stall. “Pack a portion of duck feet to go. Boss, do you think Alaskan Malamutes prefer duck intestine or duck feet?”

“Duck feet, definitely—they’re chewier. Want some chicken wings too?” the vendor asked.

“Sure,” Lu Feng nodded.

Just then, Leopard, who had earlier half-extorted and half-traded over a thousand yuan from Lu Feng, came running over in a panic.

This was Lianhong Society turf, and Leopard was one of their people—though he hadn’t been initiated, not even a low-level member yet, just following a minor gangster from Lianhong Society around.

Recently, Doggie Bo had become notorious in Qingtang Street for taking over Big Mouth Owl’s men. If he could hold on, he’d really make a name for himself. Even someone as prominent as Doggie Bo deferred to Lu Feng now, following his orders. Leopard remembered swaggering up to shake down Lu Feng earlier and now felt a cold sweat break out across his scalp.

Leopard handed Lu Feng six hundred yuan, stammering, “Boss, I was blind—I didn’t know you were tight with Brother Bo. Please be generous, don’t hold it against a little guy like me…”

Lu Feng ignored him and continued talking to the food vendor, pulling out his wallet to pay.

“Boss, about those two girls—I’ll send them over to serve you right away,” Leopard added, voice trembling, afraid that Lu Feng would have someone come after him once he left.

“How much?” Lu Feng asked, taking the packed duck feet and chicken wings.

“Earlier, the duck intestine was twenty, beer twelve, duck feet and chicken wings bring it to seventy-two. I’ll make it seventy for you,” the vendor said. He’d been in business here a long time and had witnessed his share of gang scuffles; as long as he paid his protection fees, he minded his own business.

“Are you blind?” Leopard snapped, tossing a hundred-yuan note at the vendor. “You dare take anyone’s money?”

Lu Feng calmly pulled out a fifty and a twenty from his wallet, handed them over, and said, “I don’t have change. I’ll be back again.” With that, he took his food and left.

“Boss, boss… I was blind, really, please don’t take it to heart. Those two girls, I’ll send them to whatever hotel you want, just say the word…” Leopard trailed after Lu Feng, trying to make amends.

“Get lost,” Lu Feng said, brushing past Leopard and hailing a taxi to leave.