Jian Feng walked into the room with a cold face. He swept his gaze over Yuan Long and his friends before saying. "Leave here. Someone will bring you away."
Yuan Long hesitated briefly and said. "Thank you for saving us, Young Master Jian."
He then carried Jia Rong and left with his fellow brothers.
"Are you sure you want to intervene with my business over useless trash like them?" Du Huanfeng's eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at Jian Feng.
Jian Feng stared at him coldly and said. "I don't care what you did to those pitiful girls back then, but you shouldn't touch Brother Lin's friends."
Du Huanfeng frowned deeply. He didn't expect Jian Feng, who was usually detaching from worldly affairs, to be this determined to intervene with his business. It seemed he had underestimated their relationship greatly.
Jian Feng turned to the middle-aged man and said coldly. "Cut your arm, and I will let you go."
