Zhu Fei rushed to Zhou Liang and knelt beside him. "Are you OK?"
Looking at Zhou Liang's pained expression, Zhu Fei whirled back to Qin Feng and shouted, "You hit him too hard! His ankle is broken!"
Qin Feng shrugged with an innocent face. If he hadn’t done it, Zhou Liang would have continued to provoke him. He simply taught him a lesson he wouldn’t soon forget.
Anyway, they were in a hospital. Help was not too far away.
Qin Feng pulled Zhou Liang up by the arms and slung him over his shoulder. Despite the shooting pain, Zhou Liang did not neglect to latch on to Qin Feng's neck and try to choke him, but Qin Feng was ready. He wrung his wrists with enough force to crack his bones, which made Zhou Liang cry out in pain again.
"I’m warning you; you’d better play nice, or I'll throw you down the stairs."
Qin Feng stepped over the fire escape door, carrying Zhou Liang to the elevator.
The surgery room was in the same building and there was staff on duty to give him emergency medical treatment.
Zhou Liang struggled the whole way down, but Qin Feng's strength was much greater than his. Seeing the operating room, he was finally relieved.
While the surgery was underway, Zhu Fei, who went to fill in the medical forms, came up to Qin Feng with a helpless face. "Why did you fight so hard?"
"If I hadn’t fought hard, he would have killed me, you know? It was a fight to the death. Don’t you know what that means in Thai boxing?" Qin Feng said.
"What? Was it that serious?"
"I can't explain it properly. Just trust me; I wouldn’t do anything like that unless I had to."
"Well, how are you going to explain to my father what happened to Zhou Liang? Besides, he will definitely not let this go. His family is rich and respected and he has a lot of powerful friends backing him up. He’s even worse than Jia Dapeng. You might be in serious trouble now. It has only been a few days and you have already gotten yourself into trouble with two powerful families, and it was all because of me. Why do you keep doing this? You're pissing me off!" Zhu Fei shook her head
"Oh, don’t worry about it. How bad can it be?" Qin Feng smiled carelessly.
"How are you going to handle this? You're a waiter. What can you do to him? Do you know his family's status in Su City? He wasn’t just boasting, you know. He could-”
Before Zhou Fei could finish, Qin Feng interrupted, "Even he were the emperor of Heaven, I would not be afraid of him. I roughed him up, so what? Shit-talkers annoy me. I can’t put up with them, so I let my fists do the talking! What’s the big deal?"
Zhu Fei shuddered and shook her head. "You will regret your brashness one of these days."
When he arrived at Zhu Fangguo's ward, he found him waiting anxiously at the nurse's desk. He had heard Zhou Liang's screams and thought there must have been an accident, so he climbed down from his bed and, despite suffering from his injuries, walked step by step to the nurse's desk.
"Uncle, what are you doing out of bed?" Qin Feng rushed to support him and slowly accompanied him back to his bed.
"Qin Feng, what on earth is going on?" Zhu Fangguo asked weakly. "Where’s Fei Fei?"
Qin Feng came over to put Zhu Fangguo's mind at ease. He could not allow the old man to worry. "That guy from Su City is a wannabe groom chosen for her by her stepfather. He was very full of himself and demanded that I leave Fei Fei. Anyway… it’s all over now. He wanted me to back off... Humph! He really overestimated himself."
Zhu Fangguo blinked a few times in surprise, "So… this boy and Fei Fei are sure to be a good match?"
"Sort of," Qin Feng muttered. "All he has going for him is his money, which is useless. You see, he is not reliable. I won’t allow Fei Fei to associate with such people."
"Qin Feng, did you hit him?"
"Just a couple of punches. He strongly demanded that we fight. And now he is downstairs in the operating room," Qin Feng smirked.
"Huh? He needs surgery?"
"Don’t worry, it's just a fracture. He’ll be fine," Qin Feng said plainly.
"Well, this is a matter of..." his voice trailed off.
This was beyond Zhu Fangguo's right to intervene. As her estranged father, it wasn’t his place to meddle in her personal life. After all, this had to do with Li Jianbin.
!!!
At the Shunfeng Beef Restaurant.
A scream shook the walls of the building after Jia Dapeng met with Zhang Dali. He couldn’t believe that a man of Zhang Dali’s abilities could not bring down Qin Feng. It seemed that this matter could only be settled by using his father’s contacts. With that power, he would set up a "bait" to draw Qin Feng into a trap. And then… he would get him legally arrested.
Jia Dapeng had not done anything like this before, but as long as he had solid evidence, whether it was planted or genuine, and as long as he could catch the supposed criminal red-handed, he could get them arrested. As for how to get the prisoner to confess once they entered the trial process, the police had many tricks up their sleeve. Few people could resist for more than 24 hours. After making sure that the prisoner confessed within the effective time, it was off to the detention center and then prison.
Jia Dapeng was very familiar with such proceedings. It could be said that he indirectly held the freedom of anyone in Tianhe City in his hands. There was little he could not do.
Qin Feng was no exception.
"Isn't Qin Feng working at the Free Man Bar? Send someone to plant some contraband in there," Jia Dapeng said. "Then we’ll have an excuse to raid the place. When we get inside, I’ll kill him."
"He's just a waiter. Even if you arrest someone, it should be a manager. He's not at that level yet," Zhang Dali said. "Besides, I doubt that guy is as simple as he looks. With his skills, why would he be willing to be a simple waiter at the Free Man Bar? I’m not buying it."
"Damn, this is really bad luck. Then is there no way to get rid of him? I can't breathe and I can't sleep well while he’s around. We have to get rid of him," Jia Dapeng said.
"Don't be too rash. I've been investigating him for a couple of days. We'll find out who he really is eventually," said Zhang Dali. "Rest assured that I will help you get your revenge."
After eating the last piece of meat on his plate, Jia Dapeng drank a bit of chilled sour plum soup and got up. "I’m going home," he said. "My father hasn’t see me in two days and he’s probably lost his temper by now."