Top-class Bodyguard

Long Yue also noticed the burly man walking straight toward them, and she understood Ren Feng's words.

"Let's go," Long Yue said.

However, they were a step too slow, as the burly man had already come over when they were preparing to stand up, directly blocking Ren Feng's path.

"Sorry, you're in my way."

Ren Feng glanced at the burly man and said calmly.

"Kid, is she your woman?" The burly man stared at Long Yue and asked.

"What if she is? What if she isn't?" Ren Feng asked.

"Not much, if she is your woman, then our boss wants to borrow her for a couple of drinks," the burly man said, then pointed to a large booth on the right.

Sitting in the large booth on the right were five or six men, along with a few female companions. As Ren Feng and Long Yue looked over, a man with a crew cut stood up from the middle of the booth, raised a glass of wine, and gestured to Long Yue, making an invitation.

But was this really an invitation?

It was practically kidnapping!

Hmm, even more arrogant than Ren Feng's behavior.

Borrow her for drinks? If she really went for a few drinks, would they "borrow" her for the night next?

This kind of method brought a cold smile to Ren Feng's lips.

However, Ren Feng didn't lose his temper immediately; he looked at the burly man who came to negotiate and asked, "How exactly would this borrowing work?"

"Bang!"

The burly man pulled out three stacks of money from his pants pocket, with each stack likely containing ten thousand, making it thirty thousand total.

"Take this money and scram; there's nothing here for you," the burly man said, looking at Ren Feng with a mocking gaze, as if he were looking at a charity case, with an arrogant and condescending air.

Ren Feng did not immediately respond; he looked at Long Yue.

Long Yue's face remained extremely calm, and she merely said, "You handle it."

Ren Feng chuckled and turned back to the man.

What a joke, to take Long Yue away right in front of him?

You're dreaming, aren't you?

"Since this is a transaction, could you have your boss come over? At the very least, both parties involved need to be willing to negotiate, don't they?" Ren Feng said calmly.

"Just take the money and leave; why all the nonsense?" The burly man's expression darkened, and his gaze turned hostile.

"I told you, have your boss come over," Ren Feng said.

At some point, the music in the bar had softened, and more and more people were gathering to watch Ren Feng's side.

So, although Ren Feng's previous words were not loud, they spread around.

"Hey, friend, are you looking for me?"

At this moment, a voice with a mocking tone came through, and the crew-cut man walked over, followed by two sharp-eyed men.

"Are you the one who wants to make a deal with me?" Ren Feng squinted slightly, looking at the crew-cut man.

The crew-cut man chuckled indifferently and turned his gaze to Long Yue, saying, "It's not a transaction. The word 'transaction' would sully this beautiful lady. By the way, I'm Wei Zhiyong, though some of my buddies affectionately call me Yong. How should this lovely lady be addressed?"

Long Yue remained silent, and she hadn't really looked Wei Zhiyong in the eye, standing quietly beside Ren Feng.

"I can speak for her. Whatever your name is, Yong, are you planning to give me this thirty thousand and borrow my woman for a few drinks?" Ren Feng smiled slightly and naturally put his arm around Long Yue's waist.

Long Yue's eyebrows knitted slightly, but she didn't push Ren Feng's hand away.

Wei Zhiyong's narrow eyes darkened swiftly, with a touch of menace, as he looked at Ren Feng, thinking this guy was talking too much.

Is this the first time the kid has been here? Has he not heard of who I am?

For the sake of his image in Long Yue's eyes, he held back; otherwise, he would have waved his hand, and his men would have charged at Ren Feng.

Long Yue was one of the few women who could make Wei Zhiyong feel a surge of desire just by looking at her—the cold demeanor only fueled his need to conquer her!

The only real men are those who go after women others wouldn't dare touch!

Therefore, tonight, he had to have Long Yue.

"If you think the money is too little, I can add more," Wei Zhiyong smiled. Over the years, he had learned one thing—solve problems with money whenever possible instead of fists, and if money doesn't work, then it's time for fists. He had money, and men, in abundance.

"No need to add more; this money is enough. I'll take it, but I also want to borrow something from you," Ren Feng smiled—what a joke, when someone hands you money, how can you not take it?

However, as soon as he said this, the crowd erupted in discussion:

"This pretty lady is so unfortunate to find such a cowardly man."

"He's just greedy, selling out his woman for a paltry sum—what a scumbag."

"Oh, come on, what would you do? Remember, this is Yong, who is famed and feared."

"At least, don't be so pathetic, right?"

Wei Zhiyong ignored these discussions and looked at Ren Feng, asking, "What do you want to borrow from me?"

"Can I borrow your face?" Ren Feng smiled, speaking in an exceedingly earnest tone.

As soon as Ren Feng said this, the strong men beside Wei Zhiyong erupted in laughter:

"Haha, he wants to borrow Yong's face?"

"He might want to borrow Yong's face and bask in his glory."

"This kid is a thinker; Yong's face is so valuable!"

Amidst the mocking laughter, those men beside Wei Zhiyong began to jeer openly and ridiculed Ren Feng.

Wei Zhiyong's lips also curved into a smile, but Ren Feng's next words froze that smile stiffly:

"I want to borrow your face to slap it a few times!"

Ren Feng spoke nonchalantly, his tone calm and indifferent, as if recounting something trivial.

For a moment, the entire scene fell silent.

The followers beside Wei Zhiyong, who had initially intended to continue their taunts, turned pale; it seemed they hadn't heard anyone dare speak like this to Yong for a long time.

The smile that had just appeared on Wei Zhiyong's face froze, his expression rigid, as a fiery feeling spread across his face.

Just now, he had wanted to laugh at the remarks from his men—unexpectedly, Ren Feng's words had invisibly slapped him hard.

It was like a cruel joke: moments ago, they were arrogant and defiant, but now they were slapped hard, the sense of humiliation and anger seeping through them suddenly.

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