Fan Jinpeng didn't expect such a strong reaction from Fei Haiping. He looked at Fei Haiping with beads of cold sweat on his forehead and trembled as he said, "Mr. Fei, I absolutely didn't mean it."
Although Fan Jinpeng was a well-known underworld figure in Haiwang City, he still didn't dare to show the slightest defiance towards Fei Haiping.
Fei Haiping patted Fan Jinpeng's shoulder to reassure him, then turned to the others and said, "I suggest that we raise a toast to Mr. Mu and officially start the banquet. What do you all say?"
"Good!"
"Good!"
"Good!"
No one dared to refuse Fei Haiping's face. They all stood up and raised their glasses to Mu Feng.
Just then, Mu Feng's phone suddenly rang.
Seeing the caller ID, Mu Feng's brows furrowed involuntarily.
The call was from Sanhe Financial Group's Credit Department.
Mu Feng let the people hold their glasses and casually answered the phone. As soon as the call connected, a menacing voice came from the other end, "Kid, you've got some nerve, daring to lay a hand on my brother. I know you're at the Marriott Hotel. It won't look good if you don't want to die. Get your ass down to the lobby now. If I have to search every room, I'll make sure you spend the rest of your life in bed."
The voice on the phone was loud, and everyone in the room could hear it clearly.
Fei Haiping held his glass, cold sweat dripping from his forehead. His hand trembled, and no matter how deeply he breathed, he couldn't calm himself.
Threatening a transcendent realm expert? Was this guy's brain caught in an elevator door?
What infuriated Fei Haiping the most was that he had already booked the entire Marriott Hotel, yet there were still audacious troublemakers. It made Fei Haiping feel extremely embarrassed.
Everyone's faces were filled with strange expressions as they all looked at Fan Jinpeng, who had just wiped off his cold sweat.
Most of the underworld figures in Haiwang City were Fan Jinpeng's subordinates. Although he was the president of the Martial Arts Association in name, he secretly controlled the two largest gangs in Haiwang City, the Sanhe Society and the Qingzhu Gang.
In Haiwang City, only members of these two major gangs dared to be so arrogant at the Marriott Hotel.
Fei Haiping had a dark expression on his face and was on the verge of losing control. He had only wanted to invite Mu Feng to have a meal and get closer to him. But these bastards repeatedly gave him "surprises."
Soon, Fei Haiping's phone rang again. It was a call from Wang, the housekeeper.
"Mr. Fei, I'm sorry. Zhao Long from the Sanhe Society has barged into the hotel. I'll immediately call Hu Zi to handle it."
"Useless!"
Fei Haiping lowered his voice and scolded, "What's the use of calling now? His threatening call has already reached me."
Fei Haiping was extremely annoyed. These small-time members of the Sanhe Society didn't know his true identity at all. Even if Fan Jinpeng stood in front of Zhao Long, Zhao Long probably wouldn't recognize him.
These big shots had long since whitewashed their identities, so how would they have any contact with these small underlings?
At the same time, Fei Haiping and the others could faintly hear shouts from outside, "Who cares about Dongzheng Group? We haven't paid management fees to Dongzheng Group for years, which has already given enough face to Fei Haiping. Giving him face doesn't mean we're afraid of him."
"Even if that kid is Fei Haiping's godson, I'll handle him the same way today. How dare he touch my brother in Tianwu District? I'll let him know how many eyes Lord Yan has. Damn it, he didn't even bother to find out who I, Zhao Long, am."
"Mr. Fei, I'll handle it immediately, right away!" Fan Jinpeng felt overwhelmed. It was his little brother's little brother who had come to cause trouble at his big brother's place. Was there still any etiquette?
Fan Jinpeng now wished he could tear Zhao Long apart and feed him to the dogs. He had an iron face as he dialed the phone of Cheng Hu, the leader of the Sanhe Society.
At this moment, Cheng Hu was immersed in a hot spring, enjoying the company of two third-tier starlets. They were frolicking in the secluded valley and exploring the secret valley, having a great time.
"Hu Ge, it's the boss's call."
One of his subordinates handed him the phone.
Cheng Hu pushed the starlets aside and spoke respectfully, "Boss, are you looking for me?"
"To hell with you." Fan Jinpeng cursed fiercely, "Get your ass to the Marriott Hotel immediately. If I don't see you in ten minutes, I'll skin you alive!"
"What?" Cheng Hu's expression froze instantly.
"Hurry, get ready!" Cheng Hu hastily put on a few pieces of clothing and rushed out of the hot spring resort in a panic.
Just as he rushed out of the resort, his phone rang again.
Seeing the caller ID, he realized something big was happening.
The owner of the call was Wang Shouyi, the housekeeper of the Fei family.
Others might not be aware of the Fei family's power, but Cheng Hu knew it very well. Even his boss, Fan Jinpeng, behaved like a docile sheep in front of the Fei family.
Trembling, Cheng Hu answered the call and asked in a quivering voice, "Lord Wang, what's going on?"
"Your subordinate disrupted Mr. Fei's dinner. You better come here quickly. Mr. Fei is furious."
"Clang!" Cheng Hu's phone fell to the ground, and his mind went blank.
"Oh, my ancestors! I'm going to die."
Cheng Hu wailed and quickly jumped into his car. He slapped
the driver hard and shouted, "Go to the Marriott Hotel at the fastest speed! If I catch you stepping on the brakes, I'll kill you."
"Mr. Fei, please calm down. I will handle it immediately. These ignorant fools, I will deal with them tonight," Fei Haiping said when he saw Mu Feng standing up, feeling a bit uneasy.
"No need. I'll handle my own affairs," Mu Feng smiled faintly and walked out of the private room.
Mu Feng led the way, with Fei Haiping and the others following behind, like Mu Feng's subordinates, as they grandly entered the lobby.
"You've got some courage," as soon as he saw Mu Feng, Zhao Long rushed towards him with an arrogant expression.
Behind him were more than forty young men holding sticks. These young men intentionally showed a fierce expression, and their aura alone was enough to intimidate people.
Seeing Fei Haiping next to Mu Feng, Zhao Long stopped in his tracks, looked at Fei Haiping with disdain, and said, "Fei Haiping, could this kid really be your godson?"
Fei Haiping's face turned extremely ugly at this moment. If it weren't for Mu Feng saying he would handle it himself, he would have already torn this bastard to pieces.
Seeing Fei Haiping's dark expression, Zhao Long sneered and said, "Fei Haiping, today, I'm not disrespecting you. It's just that this kid sent my brother to the hospital. Actually, if we talk about it, I've given you enough face over the years. My people have never caused trouble for your Dongzheng Group."
"Go and find out for yourself. Which corporation in Haiwang City hasn't paid management fees, except your Dongzheng Group?"
"My big brother, you must have heard of him, Hu Ye from the Sanhe Society. Wasn't he powerful when he crushed Mingzhu Group? My big brother made their chairman disappear in just two days."
As Zhao Long's words became more outrageous, Fan Jinpeng couldn't bear it anymore and angrily shouted, "Shut up! Do you know who you're talking to?"
"Who the hell do you think you are? Did someone forget to close their fly and expose you?" Zhao Long spat and spoke disdainfully.
If it weren't for Fan Jinpeng's robust physique and muscular build, Zhao Long would have already made his move.
Fan Jinpeng was infuriated by Zhao Long's provocation. He had dominated the underworld in Haiwang City for so many years, yet he had never been treated like this before.