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Zong Zeyu glared at the person who had just threatened to call the police. "Call the police right now! What are you waiting for? Time is of the essence! Otherwise, you might find yourself running for your life!"
The others fell silent, lowering their heads in fear. Zong Caishan also shrank back; two hundred million was enough to keep him behind bars for a long time. Being forced to return that amount would be tantamount to signing his own death warrant.
In comparison, bending down to pick up a phone didn’t seem too difficult. Zong Caishan held his breath and walked over to the phone, bending down and reaching for it.
Taking advantage of this moment, Zong Zeyu casually picked up a bottle of beer and placed it on Zong Caishan's broad back.
Zong Caishan froze, unable to move.
"Keep steady," Zong Zeyu warned. "If that bottle tips over, I’ll call the police."
Zong Caishan's face turned beet red. He was already overweight, with rolls of fat on his stomach, and bending down made him feel extremely uncomfortable; even breathing was a challenge. A thin layer of sweat formed on his forehead.
Zong Zeyu taunted him, "Didn’t you do this to my dad back in the day? As a younger generation, I’m just learning from my elders. Look at me—I’ve learned the essence of what my uncle did back then!"
He walked over to Li Feng, who lay on the ground like a dead rat, not daring to move. It was unclear whether he had genuinely injured himself or was merely pretending.
Zong Zeyu lifted his foot and stepped directly onto Li Feng's lower back, pressing down hard. Li Feng yelped in pain. "Ouch! Please stop! My back is going to break!"
"Are you really in pain, or just pretending?" Zong Zeyu asked.
Li Feng’s eyes filled with stars from the pain. "I’m really in pain!"
Before he could finish his sentence, Zong Zeyu pressed down harder again.
Li Feng shouted, "I’m pretending! I’m just pretending!"
Zong Zeyu moved his foot away. "Now, go pick up my wife’s phone and apologize."
Li Feng scrambled to his feet, suddenly agile and flexible. He picked up the phone; thankfully, the screen was intact, though the cartoon case had chipped at one corner.
He bowed and presented it to Tong Le, not daring to make eye contact or even lift his head. "I’m so sorry, madam! It was my mistake; I acted impulsively and didn’t recognize your status. I apologize! I’ll buy you a new case or even a new phone if you’d like! Please forgive me!"
Tong Le interrupted him sharply. "Stop right there! I don’t believe a word you’re saying."
She took the phone and wiped it with a tissue. "It’s just a twenty-dollar case! I can’t believe how much this is hurting me! That’s enough to buy two Scratch Cards!"
Zong Zeyu glared at Zong Caishan and warned, "If I see you doing this again, you know the consequences." With that, he grabbed Tong Le's hand and left the club, with Jin Zi Meng closely following behind.
As the door to the private room closed, Zong Caishan straightened up, causing a bottle to crash to the floor. He then kicked at Li Feng's lower back in a second attack. Li Feng found himself on the ground once more, this time in a dire situation, surrounded by shards of glass that cut into him.
Zong Caishan was furious. "You can't even find a decent woman! You actually brought Zong Zeyu's girl right in front of me! Are you trying to get me killed? I've been wasting money on a useless piece of trash like you! Today, I'm going to make you pay!"
He treated Li Feng like a human punching bag, unleashing his pent-up frustration. Although Zong Zeyu's earlier kick hadn’t sent Li Feng flying, this barrage of punches and kicks from Zong Caishan was relentless. If it weren't for friends nearby holding him back, it might have turned deadly.
Pulled onto the sofa, Zong Caishan's friends tried to calm him down. "Boss Zong, take it easy. Today was just a misunderstanding. Who would have thought those two girls were with Zong Zeyu? Everyone knows his reputation; he's a wolf among sheep. Any business competitor would steer clear of him. We understand your anger; just don’t take it to heart."
Breathing heavily, Zong Caishan grew more agitated. He couldn't wrap his head around one thing: if Tong Le was indeed with Zong Zeyu, why did she come to him to introduce film resources? Did she want to break into the entertainment industry? With Zong Zeyu’s connections, wouldn’t it be easy for her to get roles as the lead in ten films?
The more he thought about it, the more confused he became. "I really can’t understand why this is happening! What terrible luck!"
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