Chapter 71: I Give You a Chance—Kneel and Apologize

What happens when a flock of crows encounters a phoenix?

Crack!

A golden chopstick pierced through Yu Qianlong’s wrist in an instant.

Blood gushed like a fountain.

Drop after drop of crimson splattered onto the black silk stockings, appearing both eerie and strangely enticing.

Then came a heart-wrenching scream, echoing through the entire private room.

“Hiss—”

“It hurts like hell!”

“You damn—”

“Huang Long, finish him for me!”

Yu Qianlong, enduring the searing pain, sobbed and screamed as he ordered his bodyguard, “Damn it, it hurts so much!”

The bodyguard in a suit curled his lips into a smirk, leisurely rolled up his sleeves, then suddenly grabbed a porcelain bowl and hurled it at Ye Fei’s face, his body following close behind.

Ye Fei tilted his head to dodge, sidestepped the charging bodyguard, then bent his right arm and, with a flash of insight, drove his elbow down hard at a faint red spot ten centimeters below the right side of Huang Long’s spine.

With a grunt, Huang Long shuddered all over, feeling as though his bones were about to fall apart. Unable to bear the pain, he passed out on the spot.

One blow, and he was down.

Witnessing this, Yu Qianlong was so shocked and enraged that he fainted as well.

“Whoever dares, dies.”

Ye Fei’s expression was icy, the golden chopstick spinning in his hand, his tone chilling to the bone.

The temperature in the room seemed to drop several degrees.

Chen Yu stared blankly at the crimson liquid on her leg.

Hong Yueqiang and Guo Hongfeng were both terrified, frozen where they stood.

When the latter recovered, his face twisted in anger. “What are you doing, boy!?”

“What am I doing? I’m doing you, of course!” Ye Fei sneered. “People your age, still lusting after what’s out of reach—who do you think you are?”

“You’re just a bodyguard. Do you really think you can make decisions for Chen Yu, standing against our three pharmaceutical families?” Hong Yueqiang narrowed his eyes calmly, glancing at the stunned Chen Yu. “Chen Yu, control your subordinate. I won’t give you a second chance.”

“Give? Give you what?” Ye Fei scoffed, grabbing the chopstick and flinging it at Hong Yueqiang’s forehead.

Whoosh!

A cold wind tore past.

The golden chopstick grazed Hong Yueqiang’s cheek, its spiritual force slicing a bloody line, then embedded itself deep in the wall.

A sprawling web of cracks spread out, chilling to behold.

“You… you…”

Hong Yueqiang clutched his face, his prayer beads snapping and scattering across the floor.

He stared in terror first at the chopstick in the wall, then at Ye Fei—his eyes full of fear.

Who could drive a chopstick into a wall with bare hands?

Ye Fei’s expression remained indifferent. He glanced at Guo Hongfeng, who stood frozen, picked up another chopstick from the table, and aimed it at the man’s head. “I’ll give you a chance: kneel and apologize.”

Guo Hongfeng’s expression changed. His face twitched fiercely as he replied, “When has an elder ever knelt to a junior? If it’s money you want, I’ll give it to you. But if you want to insult me, I…”

“What’s that?” Ye Fei pressed the chopstick harder to his forehead, voice icy. “You can insult others, but can’t be insulted yourself? Still playing double standards at your age? But if you want to give me money, fine—either you hand over all your businesses to Spring and Autumn Pharmaceuticals, or cough up a billion, or kneel and apologize.”

With a thud, Guo Hongfeng didn’t hesitate—he dropped to his knees and kowtowed to Chen Yu.

“Well, well—” Ye Fei hadn’t expected the old man to give in so quickly. He just shook his head with a smile. “To bend and to yield, that’s a real man.”

“Are you satisfied now?” Guo Hongfeng asked darkly.

To be reprimanded by someone who looked barely twenty-something—no one could remain unruffled. If he’d brought his bodyguards, and hadn’t come just to gang up on Chen Yu with the other two, he’d never have ended up so humiliated.

Call for the staff?

What a joke.

He knew full well that last year some people caused trouble here, and not only did the hotel manager refuse to call the police, he locked the private room, forcing the parties to settle things themselves and making the loser pay for all damages.

Such “hotel rules,” heartless as they seemed, actually prevented more trouble. Thanks to the Full Moon Hotel’s mysterious background, it only added to the place’s notorious allure.

“Whether you’re satisfied or not is not for me to say,” Ye Fei said, shaking his head. He turned to Chen Yu, her delicate face still tense, lifted her chin and squinted at her. “Are you satisfied?”

Chen Yu bit her lower lip hard, shooting him a resentful glare.

“Doesn’t look like you’re satisfied,” Ye Fei sighed, then strode toward Hong Yueqiang and patted his shoulder. “My mistress isn’t too pleased. As her loyal dog, shouldn’t I do better?”

“What do you want?” Hong Yueqiang completely lost his composure, collapsing into a chair, trembling.

He was the oldest, yet also the most afraid of death.

If it weren’t for the man behind the scenes, he’d never have dared go against the Chen family and Chen Yu.

“Situ Feng certainly has guts. For businessmen, underhanded tricks come all too easily,” Ye Fei tapped the table, his gaze suddenly icy, his eyes flashing with a cold gleam. He stared at Hong Yueqiang and said, word by word, “But I, Ye Fei, take responsibility for my own actions. Why drag Chen Yu into this?”

Chen Yu shuddered slightly at his side.

Feeling the oppressive force in the air, Hong Yueqiang’s voice trembled as he stammered, “...Mr. Situ said... this way, the Chen family would blame you... and it would drive a wedge between you and the legitimate heirs... It’s killing two birds with one stone.”

“Those his exact words?” Ye Fei did not grow angry, but a murderous aura radiated from him.

“Absolutely,” Hong Yueqiang replied, feeling chilled to the bone, as if his skeleton were about to fall apart. He nodded desperately, inwardly cursing his fate.

At this, Ye Fei couldn’t help but raise his estimation of Situ Feng.

Why? Because as long as someone tried to topple Spring and Autumn Pharmaceuticals, Chen Yu’s company, then, given Chen Bozhong’s affection for Chen Yu, he would never stand by. He’d surely mobilize some of the Chen family’s influence to intervene.

That way, not only would they leave themselves open to blackmail, but helping Ye Fei—an outsider—would also strain Chen Yu’s relationship with her family.

In both business and politics, everything is a matter of calculation.

Situ Feng, lurking in the shadows and orchestrating everything for his own gain, was truly a master of such games.

But Ye Fei was unperturbed.

In the face of absolute strength, all schemes are nothing but illusions.