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"Ha ha, since that's the case, I'll take Bai Wu with me. Don't worry, I will definitely give you a satisfactory explanation." Liu Jie saw Lin Feng nod in agreement, then patted Lin Feng on the shoulder and left with his subordinates.
As he left, he left two other subordinates behind to keep watch. These two looked like mere decorations to Lin Feng.
With such useless individuals, one punch would knock them down. Lin Feng estimated that these two couldn't even defeat He Ting, let alone provide protection.
To protect someone, one must have sufficient strength themselves.
However, Lin Feng didn't want to concern himself with who Liu Jie left behind. He didn't want to keep He Ting and Xiao Na here. Although this was a Hospital, Song Xin didn't care about that at all. If he wanted to send someone over, the Hospital wouldn't be able to stop him.
A Hospital is a place for saving lives; it may be a sanctuary in terms of rescuing people, but when it comes to protection, it might not be very competent.
As for whether Liu Jie would give himself a satisfactory explanation, Lin Feng could already guess. Perhaps he would bring it up during discussions between the two gangs and ask Song Xin to compensate Lin Feng. In the end, it would probably just come down to money. Or maybe he wouldn't even bother mentioning it and would just pay out of his own pocket to give Lin Feng some money as a form of consolation, treating it as Song Xin's explanation.
Since seeking justice for Lin Feng was merely incidental, what was truly important?
If Lin Feng guessed correctly, forcing Song Xin to withdraw from City B, a mid-level city. was what Liu Jie really wanted to achieve.
Although Liu Jie had already won the public Racing competition against Song Xin, he still wouldn't leave. Every day he sent people to harass Liu Jie, creating ongoing minor conflicts despite the lack of major grievances. Liu Jie had long wanted to drive Song Xin out of City B, a mid-level city. The incident involving Xiao Na and He Ting being taken hostage provided ample material for him to work with.
Only in this way might Song Xin finally leave City B, a mid-level city. This territorial dispute in City B, a mid-level city. would truly come to an end, allowing Liu Jie to enjoy the entirety of the cake that is the B City Casino.
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In City B, a mid-level city., at the Shengjing Garden, which is the most luxurious villa area in City B, a mid-level city. It is said that those who live here are either wealthy or noble; each villa has at least two or three luxury cars—Ferraris, Rolls Royces—everything imaginable without duplicates. Here, it's considered shameful to buy cars that others have already purchased.
In short, those who live here are the most distinguished individuals in City B, a mid-level city.
Generally speaking, if someone could afford a villa here but lacked the aura to match it, they wouldn't dare move in.
Sometimes, it's not just about having money; it's about being able to integrate into certain circles. Perhaps this is what they call high society.
Tonight, here, Young Master Liu Jie of Qian Gang is hosting a banquet for the esteemed elders of the martial world, with a special invitation extended to Young Master Song Xin of Song Gang.
Liu Jing did not attend, so Liu Jie personally stood at the entrance to greet the arriving guests. Each guest was treated with respect, and there were no unpleasant incidents or any bold individuals trying to sneak in for a free meal.
In this place, ordinary people cannot enter, and those who do are unlikely to indulge in excessive eating and drinking in public. Therefore, although the food prepared by a five-star chef is exquisite, very few people actually touch it. Even if someone takes a few bites, they only sample lightly, maintaining the facade of high society etiquette.
Unfortunately, Lin Feng is not here; otherwise, given his current appetite, he would likely enjoy a feast and could even sneak some food into his magic ring. He wouldn't care about high-society manners because he is not part of that world at all.
With such an attitude, he would do as he pleased.
Everyone wore smiles on their faces, holding glasses of red wine while exchanging greetings and laughter. It was not unusual for hidden agendas to lie behind those smiles; while appearing friendly on the surface, many would discreetly send someone to deal with their "friends" at the banquet.
In the banquet hall, dozens of tables were arranged clearly by professionals. The seating was perfectly organized around a central table where the most prominent figures of high society gathered.
To put it simply, the person sitting at that central table is the most influential among these elite individuals.
At this moment, Liu Jie was raising his glass and drinking heartily while engaging in small talk with his tablemates. He balanced humility with arrogance perfectly, knowing when to be modest and when to assert dominance.
After finishing a drink, Liu Jie set down his glass and addressed the esteemed elders beside him: "I am very pleased that you all could come today. Thank you for your presence. However, I have something I would like to consult with everyone here about how I should handle a matter."
Clearly, Liu Jie intended to initiate his attack on Song Xin. There was no need for pretense; today was about driving Song Xin out of City B. This banquet was essentially arranged as a farewell feast for Song Xin.
"Young Master Liu has excellent martial skills and handles matters maturely and thoughtfully. He truly lives up to being the son of Qian Gang's leader; a tiger father does not raise a dog," said the older generation surrounding him in unison. It was evident that Liu Jie had communicated with them beforehand and made some preparations.
So it turns out that tonight's gathering was merely for them to flatter him?
However, this flattery came at a high price—fine wine and exquisite dishes were served along with such grand arrangements; it would be surprising if it wasn't expensive.
But Liu Jie did not care about the money; he believed that prestige was what mattered most. With prestige and territory secured, any expenses would soon be recouped.
"I am flattered; it is my father who has been strict with me since childhood that allows me to avoid embarrassing him," Liu Jie responded humbly. He enjoyed the praise from those present; while he did not require validation from others, receiving it still brought him joy, prompting him to express modesty in return.
"Ha ha... Jie Shao is really humble, unlike some people who, despite having no weight to their name, act recklessly, thinking they are the boss of City B, a mid-level city." This person was clearly from Liu Jie's side, speaking while looking at Song Xin, evidently arranged by Liu Jie to take the lead.
The attack from Liu Jie on Song Xin had begun.
"What did you say? Who are you cursing?" Song Xin was the most restless one; as expected by Liu Jie, he quickly slammed the table and started cursing.
His demeanor was indeed quite reckless, and the person was not wrong in saying that.
Seeing Song Xin lose his composure, Liu Jie felt nothing but disdain. Not only Liu Jie, but even the elders from Song Xin's side were quite dissatisfied with him. If it weren't for his wealthy and powerful father, he would probably just be a pile of dog poop on the street; who would pay him any attention?
It must be said that Song Xin likely acted this way precisely because he had a wealthy and powerful father. If he had been born into a poor family, perhaps he could have achieved something in certain areas; at least it would have been much better than his current situation.
Of course, a person born into a poor family would never hope to attain the wealth and status that Song Xin has gained through his father.
This is a fact; no matter how much a rich second-generation squanders, they still have a home to squander from.
However, a person's character, ability, and charm cannot be measured by wealth or so-called status. A millionaire might have less personal charm than a beggar on the street; this is also a possible reality.
Therefore, whether one is a rich second-generation born with a golden key or a child from a poor family who couldn't even be born in a proper Hospital, what matters most is to be true to oneself. One should not act recklessly due to an advantageous upbringing, thinking they are the greatest in the world, nor should one give up hope for future success because of a poor background.
And Song Xin is clearly someone who does not even live up to himself. Such a person is not only unvirtuous but also talentless. His existence is actually his father's fault; why bring such scum into the world?
One should not act impulsively; even if one does so, they must take protective measures afterward! You cannot create garbage for society; garbage can hurt people too—it pollutes the environment and affects the city's appearance, right?
"Ha ha... Xin Shao, don't be angry. I want you to meet someone; let's see how you can still slam the table and glare." Liu Jie felt it was time for him to make his entrance. He pressed down with his hand and said to Song Xin.
After that, he waved his hand towards A-Liang, who was waiting nearby: "Bring him in."
Bai Wu was soon brought in. After bringing him back, Liu Jie invited the best Doctor to treat Bai Wu. How effective the treatment was, Liu Jie wasn't sure; at least he wouldn't die.
But no matter how good the Doctor, healing Bai Wu's injuries would take time. So now, Bai Wu was completely wrapped in bandages and carried out on a stretcher by several of Liu Jie's subordinates. Given his severe injuries, it was already fortunate that he could still be alive.
"Do you know this person in front of you, Xin Shao?" Liu Jie maintained his smile as he pointed at Bai Wu and asked.
Although Bai Wu was severely injured, Lin Feng still had a sense of decency; he would avoid hitting someone in the face. Generally speaking, unless Lin Feng was extremely angry, he wouldn't easily beat someone to the point where they looked like a pig that even their mother wouldn't recognize.
Lin Feng understood the principle of not hitting faces, but if he were very angry, he would specifically target the face.
For example, he would aim for the face of scum like Huang Sheng.
"Who is this person?" Song Xin's eyes narrowed when he saw Bai Wu. Clearly, he hadn't expected Bai Wu to still be alive; he thought Bai Wu had committed suicide.
Indeed, if it weren't for Lin Feng's final technique of throwing the gun and hitting pressure points, Bai Wu wouldn't be here now; instead, he would be lying in some cold place in the hospital where he was supposed to go.
But Liu Jie wouldn't let him die because he still had value to exploit.
"Hehe... It's fine if Xin Shao doesn't recognize him; how about this one?" Song Xin's sudden change in attitude was already anticipated by Liu Jie. He nodded towards A-Liang and pointed at a young man being escorted in by several Brutes.
This young man was the ruffian leader who had been blocking He Ting and Xiao Na's hospital room door, the one who tried to jump out the window but was forcibly stopped by Liu Jie.
Clearly, this person was also a weapon for Liu Jie to use against Song Xin.
One must admit that sometimes, human weapons can be quite powerful.
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