Chapter 16: The Safety Wasn't Off-After Leaving the Mountain, My True Identity Was Exposed by My Senior Sister!(A Cool Scene upon the Desert)

The bald man straightened his back, a fierce expression spreading across his face as he bit down on his cigar. “Don’t worry, Young Master Zhang. I’m A-Long, and I’ve never botched a job. Just sit on that sofa, pour yourself a fine drink, and watch how I torment this blind, useless dog!”

Zhang Tianfeng nodded, casting a look of pity at Ye Fei’s impassive face. He settled onto the sofa, his smile cold and insincere. “Don’t rush. I want to see him beg for mercy, grovel like a real wild dog!”

“Rest assured, Young Master Zhang,” the bald man replied, his grin twisted and cruel. He waved his cigar-laden hand.

In the next moment, twenty-eight burly men surrounded Ye Fei, each slipping a set of brass knuckles onto their hands. These were not ordinary security guards, but hardened thugs—ruthless and vicious. Compared to the security at Eternal Group, they were worlds apart. Ye Fei could sense the murderous aura emanating from them; at least half had likely taken lives before.

“No wonder Royal KTV sits securely at the top,” Ye Fei mused, a trace of amusement in his smile. He looked up at the bald man and called out, “Hey… A-Long, right? I heard you just now. Let me ask, if someone gets hurt here, do you have to pay compensation?”

The abrupt question drew a disdainful sneer from the bald man. He spat out a single insult.

He snapped his fingers. “Get him! Break the bastard’s hands and legs first!”

Chaos erupted in the private room.

“Come, Young Master Zhang, let me toast you,” the bald man said, turning away and pouring wine.

Zhang Tianfeng’s sinister gaze softened, a sly smile curling his lips. He clinked glasses with the bald man and muttered under his breath, “Useless fool. Weren’t you supposed to be good at fighting? Let’s see how you die tonight.”

Yet, the expected screams never came. Instead, the room echoed with muffled groans.

Both men frowned, sensing trouble. They turned to witness a scene defying belief.

Ye Fei, thin and slight, moved through the crowd of bodyguards like a war god, darting among them like a phantom. With each pass, he struck out with a casual punch, the air snapping with a sharp whistle. In the blink of an eye, half the guards were down, clutching their stomachs and howling in pain.

“What—” the bald man was dumbstruck. This bastard could fight?

But he had no idea that Ye Fei hadn’t used even a third of his strength. With a strange arc, Ye Fei struck each guard’s ribs with just two fingers of his right hand.

Crack.

Each crisp sound was like a needle dropping.

At last, two minutes later, every single bodyguard lay on the floor, faces taut with agony. Ye Fei stood calmly in the center, rubbing his fingers, then picked up a glass and took a leisurely sip, smiling at Zhang Tianfeng and the bald man. “Anyone else? This isn’t nearly enough.”

Those words landed like heavy blows on both men’s hearts.

A look of terror flashed in Zhang Tianfeng’s eyes, his face dark as iron. He glanced at the bald man, who was equally bewildered. Raising his hand, Zhang Tianfeng slapped him. “Useless fool! You can’t even handle this? Get more people in here!”

“Y-Young Master Zhang… it’s not that I don’t want to…” the bald man protested, rubbing his face in frustration. “All our men are lying here. The only ones left are the hostesses.”

“Hostesses?” Zhang Tianfeng felt his intelligence insulted. “Such a big place, and only twenty-some men who can fight? What kind of useless gangster are you? Damn you!”

“Don’t worry, Young Master Zhang,” the bald man said, fixing his gaze on Ye Fei, his face gloomy. “He’s strong, stronger than the champion at my fight club. Must be a trained fighter. But no matter how tough he is, he can’t be more dangerous than this.”

He drew a black pistol with a flourish and held it out to Zhang Tianfeng.

“Oh?” Zhang Tianfeng’s eyes lit up, snatching the gun and aiming it at Ye Fei. He sneered, the old arrogance surging back. “Fuck you! Keep fighting! Let’s see if you can beat my gun!”

Ye Fei, seeing the pistol, showed not a shred of fear—in fact, his eyes flickered with nostalgia. Once, to fulfill the old man’s missions, he’d carried a dozen such pistols himself. But those were days best left unremembered.

Seeing Ye Fei standing still, Zhang Tianfeng’s pride swelled. His earlier rage dissipated. He kicked the chair beside him aside and pointed to the floor. “Crawl over! Beg for mercy!”

“Clean the filth off my shoes with your tongue!”

“I’ll spare your life tonight!”

Ye Fei regarded him with a half-smile, raising his fingers. “You haven’t disengaged the safety. You need to pull it off before the trigger will work. Try it and see.”

Zhang Tianfeng froze, then instinctively pulled the trigger. No matter how hard he tried, it wouldn’t budge.

“Y-Young Master Zhang…” the bald man reminded him, “You have to release the safety.”

Zhang Tianfeng took a deep breath. Humiliated again and again, his fury was beyond control. He released the safety, chambered a round, and aimed at Ye Fei, his teeth gritted as he spoke each word. “You’ve pissed me off, really pissed me off!”

“I haven’t been this angry in years!”

“It’s just a damn dog’s life, isn’t it?”

“Listen up. Tonight, I’ll make sure you die knowing exactly why!”

He pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Bang!

The sharp gunshot drowned out the music in the room.

The bald man clapped his hands over his ears, shocked that Zhang Tianfeng would actually fire here. His gaze toward Ye Fei was tinged with pity.

But Ye Fei, facing the barrel, didn’t flinch. Instead, his focus sharpened.

He fixed his eyes on the bullet hurtling toward him.

Suddenly, he raised two fingers!