Without even looking at who was calling, Lin Feng casually picked up the phone.

"Boss, it’s bad, a group of guys claiming to be local bigwigs don’t like us opening a Martial Hall here and have come over with weapons to cause trouble..."

"Cause trouble? Who has zero eyesight?!" Lin Feng was taken aback; who on earth doesn’t have any brain and dares cause trouble here? Don’t they know how to spell ’death’?

Yet as Lin Feng looked up, he found Tang Zhendong, Lin Zhonghua, Xu Yishan, Xu Jing, and Tang Rou all staring at him intently or with resentment. He suddenly felt that the trouble-causing crowd was truly his saviors!

"I want to personally teach them a lesson... everyone, enjoy your meal. I’ll leave for a bit." Lin Feng roared into the phone in anger, casually said goodbye, and before anyone could reply, he swiftly slipped out the door, leaving a dozen guests who wanted to laugh but dared not, standing there bewildered.

...

Lin Feng arrived at the first-floor hall and found there really were people causing trouble, quite a number—around thirty or more—each wielding large machetes and long pipes, swaggering arrogantly in the hall...

When thirty of them rushed in, the regular security at Longfeng Martial Hall didn’t dare stop them. Dachen called Lin Feng, and many guests remaining to watch the spectacle deliberately stepped aside, giving the group a large space.

"Brother Feng!" "Boss!"

The security at Longfeng Martial Hall, who were originally confronting those troublemakers, greeted Lin Feng respectfully when they saw him come down. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

"Heh, been waiting so long, finally someone worth talking to came along..."

Among the troublemakers, the leader, a Fatty holding a long pipe and wearing a leather trench coat, saw Lin Feng coming down and showed a rather smug smile, speaking lightly.

After greeting his subordinates, Lin Feng looked at the talking Fatty and asked casually, "Who are you, brother, and what are you here for?"

Thinking that these guys had just rescued him from a predicament, Lin Feng felt he should show them some leniency; as long as they weren’t looking to die, Lin Feng considered sparing them somewhat...

"Much appreciated... I’m Jin Hu from the nearby Xinyi Gang, but you can call me Brother Tiger..." Fatty said to Lin Feng with a serious face, "We’ve come to tell you that your Martial Hall is overstepping! These few streets around here are Xinyi Gang’s territory; by opening a Martial Hall here, you’re stealing our business!"

"Brother Tiger, is it?" Lin Feng stifled a laugh, seriously looked at Jin Hu, found he wasn’t kidding, and asked just as seriously, "I see, I’m not a local, so really unfamiliar with the great reputation of Xinyi Gang. Would you advise what kind of organization Xinyi Gang is exactly? Do you also run Martial Halls?"

"Humph, we run gyms..." Jin Hu frowned, pointed at the almost ubiquitous gym facilities of the Longfeng Martial Hall, and asked in a deep voice, "Your Martial Hall claims to be a Martial Hall, but actually it has so many gym facilities; isn’t that stealing our business?"

"Hmm, you have a point..." Lin Feng nodded his head, surprisingly appearing to agree with Jin Hu’s view, "So, Brother Tiger, what do you wish to do this time?"

"Simple!" Brother Tiger’s face grew more smug upon hearing Lin Feng seem so accommodating, "Either you pay our Jin Hu Gym a thousand bucks every month, and I’ll let you continue operating, or I smash up your shop!"

Lin Feng was speechless; did this guy have some brain issue? In broad daylight, he brought so many guys, along with so many weapons, risking it all for extortion, yet he only wanted such a small amount as one thousand a month? Has he never seen money?!

"A thousand a month, huh? Is that enough? Brother Tiger, with so many brothers to support, your expenses must be quite high!" Lin Feng asked with a sneer.

"What do you mean?!" Jin Hu wasn’t entirely stupid; he detected the sarcasm in Lin Feng’s words and couldn’t help but ask.

"Just what I said..." Lin Feng lazily avoided explaining, pointing with a chuckle behind Jin Hu.

Jin Hu glanced back and saw there were already forty or fifty people gathered behind him, each dressed in identical black outfits, holding steel baseball bats, staring at him coldly...

When Jin Hu saw so many people suddenly appear, his face changed; recognizing their attire, his face changed again, and his heart nearly jumped out.

These were all brothers from Hong Sect; aside from the twenty sent to spin the hall entrance, there were also the subordinates brought by Xu Yishan and Bai Yuanshan. The baseball bats were prepared by the Longfeng Martial Hall; they didn’t actually need weapons to deal with this bunch, but just to enhance the deterrence, they brought them out.

At this moment, among the brothers from Hong Sect, a burly fellow suddenly stepped out, smilingly looking at Jin Hu, and said with a grin, "Wondered who the blind bastard was daring to mess with Brother Feng, turns out it’s Little Tiger. Everyone’s in the trade, let’s show some mercy; today, break a leg yourself, and let’s call it even!"

Lin Feng recognized the guy stepping out; he was Li Yi, who had just given money to the opponent.

Seeing Li Yi almost scared Jin Hu to the point of peeing his pants; he said, "Brother Li Yi, you’re... you’re a brother from... from Hong Sect, how come you’re mixing here; what’s your relation to the Martial Hall owner?"

Li Yi chuckled, walked towards Jin Hu, motioned him to face him, then slapped him, nearly knocking Brother Tiger into a Feng Shui fish tank, and cursed, "You think you’re worthy to ask what relation Brother Feng is? Quickly break a leg yourself, otherwise, you’re done for."

"I..." Jin Hu was somewhat dissatisfied, still wanting to speak.

"To hell with it, still refusing, are ya?" Li Yi glared, his hand swung like a fan, beating Brother Tiger as Brother Tiger could only hold his head and shield his face, while the crowd behind him dared not move an inch.

It seemed Li Yi’s reputation here was significant, and these Xinyi Gang punks all knew him.

Anyway, even those punks who didn’t know Li Yi would fear the wolf-like, tiger-like brothers from Hong Sect behind him!

There was still a significant difference in demeanor between ordinary punks and formal gang brothers. The brothers from Hong Sect were like bandits, all arrogant, superior, not giving anyone else a glance, almost written ’fearless of death’ on their faces, capable of fighting three to one without difficulty.

Soon, Jin Hu was beaten by Li Yi until he scrambled all over the ground, his face swollen like a pig’s head, yet strangely, he dared not fight back; not only not fight back, even avoiding Li Yi’s attacks were cautious, step by step as if afraid Li Yi couldn’t hit him?!

Lin Feng froze at the scene, couldn’t believe the development; without needing to act himself, the matter was already resolved.

Was the reputation of the Hong Sect brothers truly that fearsome? Just one obscure brother could make so many punks dare not even move...