"Will you dare contact Zhu Fei in the future?"

Jia Dapeng was stunned. He was still very reluctant to give her up, but at the thought of the blade on his neck, he could not think straight. "No, no, no!"

"Remember what you said here in front of us."

Qin Feng took away the knife, and said, "Today I will treat you like a fart and release you. Do not let me see you again."

"OK, OK!"

！！！

Jia Dapeng stared at Qin Feng, then twisted his body and escaped.

!!!

Zhu Fei dragged Qin Feng into the house, closed the door, and shouted, "Why would you do that?!”

Zhu Fei’s heart was moved by Qin Feng's actions. To tell the truth, it was good to have a man help her with this matter. His heart was kind, though he was an angry man. Not to mention, he looked really handsome while beating up Jia Dapeng...

Zhu Fei's heart beat wildly. She couldn’t say what kind of feeling this was.

Qin Feng laughed, "This guy is a cancer to society. No one with a conscience could tolerate him."

"Yes, yes," Zhu Fei's eyes immediately showed a little worry, "but his father..."

Qin Feng waved his hand impatiently. "Well, I have means to resist. I’m not afraid, because I was right. I like to teach lessons to those kinds of people."

Zhu Fei could not help but admire him. "You are so cool. You deserve some praise."

"Well then, make yourself useful, my lady. My stomach is screaming. To help you get rid of this burden, I suggest..."

"Go, go, go; I'm hungry, too. I'll treat you. Just order anything you want," Zhu Fei said excitedly.

!!!

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Jia Dapeng stumbled downstairs, once he was in his car, he took out his mobile phone and dialed a number. He floored the gas pedal and rushed out of the Riverside Garden like a bat out of Hell.

After getting through, Jia Dapeng almost screamed, "Hello, Dali?" This was all so humiliating. He couldn’t bear the embarrassment of being beaten this way.

"What's the matter, Dapeng?"

Zhang Dali, Deputy Captain of the Tianhe Special Police Brigade, was discharged from the military last year. Before leaving the army, he was a close bodyguard of a certain commander and was once the runner-up of the entire North China military physical aptitude contest. He was known as one of the top ten Sanda masters in China.

When he joined the Tianhe Municipal Public Security Bureau last year, he was directly assigned the post of Deputy Chief of the Special Police. He joined the army at the age of 16 and was just 24 years old that year. His career was greatly supported by Jia Quan. The intention of which was obvious - he wanted to keep this talent in his camp and develop it into his own.

Zhang Dali was also not stupid. He naturally knew how to repay Jia Quan’s support. At work and in life, he was very concerned about his family. On weekdays, director Jia had official business trips, and took part-time bodyguards and chauffeurs with him.

Zhang Dali was a few years older than Jia Dapeng. The two had no generation gap between them, and got along swimmingly. He was the Sanda coach of the special police brigade, and it was he who taught Jia Dapeng all his tricks.

"I..."

Hearing Dali’s voice, Jia Dapeng burst into tears. It was like seeing his loved ones; the pain he kept in his heart broke out. "I was almost killed!"

"What? Slow down! What's this all about? Where are you?"

Dali had just come out of a meeting. Hearing Dapeng’s cries, he realized the seriousness of the problem. This was his master’s only child. If anything happened to him, Jia Quan would surely blame it on his bodyguard.

"Dali, I have never been so aggrieved before in my life! When my father hit me, I knew why. But what the hell?! That guy hit me! Why?!"

Jia Dapeng drove the car madly and loudly roared, "I, Jia Dapeng, swear that if I kill him, I will take on his surname!"

This spoiled child, who had never been put in his place, would say this when he was aggrieved for the first time. He could easily change his last name. However, he did not know how complicated society was and how many difficulties he would have to face in the future. This was what a person had to go through in his whole life.

"Dapeng, don't worry. Are you driving? Stop the car. I'll find you.”

Zhang Dali had always been calm. He could hear the rattle in Dapeng’s voice through the phone. If he drove in this mood, something would happen.

"Fine. I am waiting for you at New Century Square."

Dapeng restrained his mood. He almost ran a red light and hit a bunch of old men who were crossing the road. He breathed a sigh of relief and hung up the phone. He ran to New Century Square - a place for citizens to relax, walk, and entertain themselves.

Calling Zhang Dali was not enough to calm him down. At that critical moment, he had to call up the thugs who had fawned over him in the past. They were always bragging in front of him, saying a single phone call would make them run to his side, there were nothing they couldn’t do in Fengyang District and even in the entire Tianhe City. Now he was going to try it out.

After parking near the Square, Zhang Hui was the first man he called.

Meng Zhaolin was his father's guest. Recently, the two people had been seeing each other frequently and often playing mahjong together. Zhang Hui was one of Meng Zhaolin's main underlings, who was good at talking and was very observant. Earlier, in Xiao Ke Bar, Zhang Hui asked somebody to introduce him to Jia Dapeng. However, they weren’t enough "bridges" between them before, and the relationship was dull. Dapeng never took the initiate to return Zhang Hui’s friendliness. Nowadays, based on Meng Zhaolin's influence, Dapeng began to appreciate Zhang Hui. They got in touch through a meal. Zhang Hui asked Dapeng to come with him to the city of Cangyun, the provincial capital of Wu Cang, and even to play at the fanciest bar in Beijing. They spent about 200,000 Yuan a night and “played” with many third-rate models and starlets.

The phone rang for a long time, but nobody answered.

Shit!

Jia Dapeng cursed, and threw the mobile phone aside, "What‘s up with him? I knew this guy was not reliable. He’s just full of hot air; I can't really count on him!"

He opened the window, lit a cigarette, and tilted his seat back, resting his long legs on the steering wheel. His heart was melancholy. He brooded. He could not believe he would ever be bullied!!!

"Zhu Fei, you sure are something. You dare to betray me in favor of a wild man like that. Damn it!"

Jia Dapeng threw the cigarette butt out the window of his car. He was about to call Dali again, but an old man in a sanitation suit, holding a broom and a dustpan, came up to his window. He rolled his eyes at Dapeng and said: "Boy, you can't be littering around here. Pay attention next time."