Ye Wen Hui let out a scream that resembled an animal being slaughtered. He collapsed to the ground, clutching his right leg in agony, tears streaming down his face.
Zhao Tian, Xin Zhi, and the others were brutally beaten, their faces swollen and bruised. They lay on the ground, howling in pain.
Chu Feng approached, holding a steel rod in his hand, and said, "Do you still want to purchase the land deed from me?"
"No, we dare not. We will never dare again. Please spare us!"
"We made a mistake. We were foolish. Please forgive us."
Zhao Tian and the others were terrified, begging for mercy and wishing they could kneel before Chu Feng.
"You worthless bunch, get lost."
Chu Feng kicked them away, and they quickly fled.
Chu Feng looked at Ye Wen Hui on the ground and said coldly, "For the sake of Mei Er's reputation, I will only break one of your legs. If you dare to deceive me again, don't blame me for disregarding our past relationship. Now, leave."
Ye Wen Hui gritted his teeth and, with the assistance of Zhao Tian and the others, limped out of the room.
As he left, his face filled with pain, resentment, and hatred, he would remember the humiliation he had endured today.
Soon, all the women present were frightened and hastily ran out of the private room.
And so, the farce came to an end.
Ye Mei Er covered her mouth in astonishment, gazing at Chu Feng with admiration and joy. She never expected her cousin to possess such strength.
However, she was also filled with worry and panic. "Feng, you have caused a major problem today."
"Zhao Tian and Xin Zhi are both local thug leaders. After you defeat them, they won't let you off easily."
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