"Which ignorant f*cker would dare tap my shoulder like that? Can't you see I'm busy here?!"
Wenfeng turned his head around, opening his mouth to drawl arrogantly.
*POM!*
The beer bottle in the man's hand collided with Wenfeng's head.
"Argh! Ouch!"
The beer bottle shattered. Blood started to gush out from Wenfeng's head. He cried in agony. Stars were circling on the top of his head. The open wound and alcohol took a toll. He basically convulsed from the extre pain.
"Master!"
The bodyguard quickly turned from Chen and rushed over to Wenfeng to protect him.
"Who are you? Why did you smash
with a beer bottle…?" Wenfeng was really confused.
He did not even know this red-haired man. This guy attacked him without any reason. What a shitty day!
"Who am I?"
The guy with red hair said arrogantly, "The streets around this area belong to , Fire "Grim-Reaper', the boss. How dare you attack my benefactor in my territory. You don't even know who am I! It seems like you have a death wish today."
"Benefactor?"
Wenfeng and his bodyguard were shocked, and they looked at Chen with their eyes and mouths hanging.
"Hi little Flamy!" Chen smiled.
"Good day, Master Chen. I was just thinking of looking for you to show my utmost gratitude.
The Flaming Grim-Reaper boss ran to Chen with a big smile on his face and said, "My wife ca back to
earlier, and she also forgave ! It's all thanks to you! From today onwards, you are my great benefactor!"
Chen put up a look of dawning realization and said, "This is good karma. I helped you before, this is why you are helping
right now."
"Right! Right! Right! You are right, master!" The boss nodded his head. By then, he had full trust in Chen, to the extent that even if Chen said his fart sll good, he would agree wholeheartedly. Witnessing all this, Wenfeng felt like he was being trampled by a thousand horses; he wanted to beat Chen up, but there was nothing that he can do. He had been looking forward to beating the man up. Things had taken a whole 180-degree turn now. He never expected that Chen would lure him here.
"Master, let's leave this place… There are dozens of gangsters staring at us. You are more precious than they are. If we don't back off, there will certainly be more blood spilled." The bodyguard said softly to Wenfeng.
"This..." Wenfeng was extrely unsatisfied, but he had no courage to risk his own life.
"Let's go!" Wenfeng said unwillingly.
"Leave? It seems like you're forgetting sothing." Chen said.
"You… What do you want?" Fear started to invade Wenfeng's body. He could sense that sothing really bad was going to happen to him.
"Just now, I made a promise to myself that I must slap you today!" Chen proclaid with a straight face.
"You're going too far!" Wenfeng said, furiously.
After all, he was still the eldest son of Wen Family. He could barely accept the fact that Wen Tianyuan had slapped him, and he was furious about it. There was no way that he would let Chen slap him on the other side of his face.
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