Jang Wei was sprawled out pathetically on the floor of the Jang family mansion, like a dog.
The knife was still stuck in his thigh, which caused him to tremble in extreme pain. As much as he tried to stem the bleeding by pressing on the wound, blood continued to pour. His face turned paler and paler by the second.
"You're definitely finished. You'll be dead meat soon. My dad will be back soon, and you'll pay a hundred times the price," Jang Wei said savagely as though trying to release his anger, but at the same time trying to keep his spirits up. "You'll be dead soon. I'll chop you up and feed you to the dogs. I'll kill your entire family."
Chu Feng sat on a chair, showing no emotion on his face. He ignored Jang Wei as though he were already dead.
Next to him, a minor Internet celebrity poured a glass of wine for him with trembling hands. She accidentally splashed some wine on Chu Feng's shirt.
"Ahh! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Please don't kill me! I'll do anything you tell me." She fell to her knees and begged pitifully.
Earlier, she had witnessed Chu Feng explode Zhang Cheng's skull with a slap and stab Jang Wei's thigh with a knife…
If Chu Feng attacked those two wealthy young men with no regard for their status, she could easily imagine how badly he would treat her.
Chu Feng wiped his shirt with a napkin and waved his hand. "Thanks for the wine. You can leave now."
The young woman was stunned for two seconds. "You're… You're welcome," she said before running away as fast as she could, in case Chu Feng changed his mind.
"It's almost ten minutes, but your father isn't here yet," Chu Feng said as he glanced at his wristwatch. "If he doesn't come soon, you'll be dead for sure."
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