The Man from Hell
Chapter 68: I Will Treat Him with Respect!

Chapter 68: I Will Treat Him with Respect!

Ye Feng was sitting in a dark corner quietly.

He ignored young master Teng,A’San, and Sang Biao.

Suddenly, an unkempt middle-aged man in shabby clothes, in the dark part of the box caught his attention.

Holding a bottle of high-concentrated alcohol, the man was drinking crazily.

After drinking 4-5 bottles, he was still not drunk; instead, his eyes were keen.

‘He’s a powerhouse!’

Ye Feng instantly made a judgment.

Additionally, he was sure that this middle-aged man was much more powerful than Six-finger

Snake whom he had killed before.

“Interesting! Interesting!”

Ye Feng squinted his eyes with excitement.

“Brat, what did you say?”

Right then, Fang Ying bopped Ye Feng on the head.

With her face turning red, Fang Ying was furious as Ye Feng was giving all his attention to a man in a dark corner, rather than herself.

“Am I not as attractive as an unkempt middle aged man?”

Fang Ying became increasingly more shameful as she added, “Our first anniversary for living together? Taking me for 300 rounds in bed!”

Watching Fang Ying’s bashful and furious look, Ye Feng curled his lip as he revealed a playful look, “Miss, we were just performing? If you want to make it real, I can’t refuse!”

‘What!’

‘Make it real!’

Fang Ying’s face turned bright red.

She could never imagine that her jerk student would dare to molest her.

When Fang Ying was about to teach Ye Feng a lesson, she heard some footsteps approaching

them.

“Haha… Fang Ying, what are you hiding here for?”

Young master Teng walked over with a smile, closely followed by A’San and Sang Biao.

Fang Ying frowned as she held Ye Feng’s arm, saying with a smile, “Of course we’re here for a kiss! Oh, young master Teng, what are you doing in Jiangshi City?”

Watching Fang Ying holding Ye Feng’s arm intimately, young master Teng became even more furious; whereas, he still remained with a smile, “My grandpa called me here! He wanted to introduce me to a big figure!”

Young master Teng continued with the conversation as he fixated onto Ye Feng, saying, “Young brother, sorry for my poor attitude just now, please forgive me!”

‘Hmm?’

Ye Feng had not imagined that a playboy would apologize to him.

However, when he noticed A’San’s wicked smile, he understood immediately.

Ye Feng just shrugged silently.

“Damn it!”

After being ignored, young master Teng’s face turned black as he gazed at Ye Feng grimly, saying, “Brother, my friend told me that you’re good at martial arts and could break a baseball bat into powder with your hand! Coincidentally, I’ve got another friend who’s also good at martial arts. How about you have a competition with him?”

Young master Teng gazed at Ye Feng with copious amounts of aggression.

After hearing his words, Ye Feng turned around and glanced at Sang Biao beside young master Teng. Closely after, he lost his interest as he shook his head indolently, “I have no interest!”

‘Hmm?’

Young master Teng’s eyes turned icy as he revealed a faint sneer, “No interest or no guts?”

Evidently, young master Teng was provoking him.

However, Ye Feng just shrugged casually as he replied, “As there’s no wager, I’m not

interested in it!”

After speaking, Ye Feng sniffed the air as he watched young master Teng in a playful

manner, “But if you could use the two herbs in your clothes as the wager, I will be interested!”

‘Two herbs!’

Fang Ying, A’San, and Sang Biao were confused. However, young master Teng was startled.

‘How… how did this jerk know what’s in my pocket?’

Young master Teng gazed at Ye Feng with an unbelievable look.

He was going to gift the two herbs to a big figure that he ought to meet. Therefore, he always took it with him, not to show it to others.

Unexpectedly, Ye Feng exposed it.

After a short silence, young master Teng glanced at Ye Feng with a stern look as he said, “I can only use one herb as the wager! How about that?”

“Okay!” Ye Feng replied as he stood up with a smile.

When young master Teng approached, Ye Feng smelled the scent of Fantasy-Vine Grass and Heavenly Yellow Root, which were two herbs he needed for making a potential-taping pills.

After hearing Ye Feng’s words, young master Teng immediately took out his Heavenly Yellow Root and put it on the table.

After noticing the top-quality Heavenly Yellow Root, Ye Feng nodded satisfactorily as he revealed a faint playful look.

“Wait!”

Right then, young master Teng told Ye Feng with a faint sneer, “My wager is Heavenly Yellow Root. What about yours?”

‘Wager?’

“What do you want?” Ye Feng asked with a smirk as if he had already known what young master Teng was thinking about.

“If you lose, I hope you could leave Fang Ying forever!”

Young master Teng said as he stared straight into Ye Feng’s eyes.

Previously, he thought that Ye Feng would be hesitant about it. Unexpectedly…

“Bingo! That’s a deal!” Ye Feng snapped his fingers as he promised young master Teng at once.

‘Err…’

Young master Teng became muddle-headed.

Fang Ying became speechless.

In her eyes, there was no relation between her and Ye Feng at all. Given the value of Heavens

Yellow Root, Ye Feng had gained great advantage.

Even if Ye Feng failed, he wouldn’t lose anything.

“Well! That’s a deal!”

Young master Teng didn’t spare time for Ye Feng to regret his decision as he fixed the wager at once.

The bet between the two people had long attracted the attention of all the others in the box.

All the other playboys hurriedly gaze upon the two competitors!

…

A black shadow flashed into the ring!

It was Sang Biao.

He moved as fast as a lightning bolt, startling everyone who watched.

Even Fang Ying’s pupils contracted at the sight of his nimble movement as she revealed a deep concern, warning, “Ye Feng, take care of yourself! He’s Sang Biao, the most powerful henchmen of young master Teng, the brutal trump of the illegal MMA circle across southern China 3 years ago!”

Watching Ye Feng’s thin frame, Fang Ying felt regret drawing Ye Feng in the box.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t of had to face such a crisis.

However, after hearing her words, Ye Feng shrugged casually, “Don’t worry! I will treat him with respect!”

‘What!’

Everyone in the box was shortly stunned by his words.

Closely after that, they all burst out into laughter.

In their eyes, Ye Feng was a dead man.

An unknown brat dared fight a ferocious MMA trump? That was nothing different than courting

death!

Given Ye Feng’s thin frame and young age, there was no way he was a powerhouse, at most a

frivolous brat who learned some martial arts.

‘He is dead!’

Almost everyone fixated onto Ye Feng with mixed feelings.

Especially young master Teng and A’San who were revealing a deep sneer as if Ye Feng was

already dead.

‘Heh heh…’

Right then, Sang Biao smirked grimly as he trembled all over, breaking his vest and exposing his naked sturdy upper body.

His upper body was extremely muscular and crisscrossed with grim scars. At the sight of his chest, they had known he was a super fierce man who had experienced many battles.

“Brat, I could defeat you in 3 moves!”

After hearing his words, the box filled with exclamations and cheers.

However, Ye Feng shook his head, saying, “3 moves is too many! Just 1 movement is all it takes!”

‘What!’

Sang Biao and the others were shocked. Apparently, they didn’t understand what Ye Feng was saying.

Ye Feng then continued, causing everyone’s face to change drastically, “I could defeat you in 1

movement!”