C21 Left Hand or Right Hand!

"F*ck you...!" Gu Dongchen was taken aback by the outburst. He was about to hurl an insult back, but the sight that greeted him made his pupils contract sharply, and he involuntarily gasped.

He swallowed the last word.

"Did you walk into the wrong room, brother?" Gu Dongchen stealthily retrieved a dagger from beneath the table, squinting as he spoke. With over twenty years in the underworld, he had encountered all sorts of characters and had developed a keen eye for judging them. He knew at a glance who was safe to provoke and who was not.

The man standing before him with a serene demeanor was one of those rare individuals Gu Dongchen instinctively knew not to mess with.

Chen Feng ignored Gu Dongchen, his gaze fixed solely on Xia Mengyao. Seeing that she was unharmed, the tension in Chen Feng's heart finally eased.

"Have you taken a liking to this woman?" Gu Dongchen probed, having observed Chen Feng's expressions since he entered. Chen Feng's current demeanor led Gu Dongchen to mistakenly believe he was smitten with Xia Mengyao.

Gu Dongchen had never imagined that the man before him was the very 'good-for-nothing' he had no desire to even lay eyes on.

"If you're interested, you could join me in having some fun with her..." Gu Dongchen said with a smile, advancing towards Chen Feng.

Then, a flash of cold steel!

In the instant he neared Chen Feng, Gu Dongchen's face twisted into a snarl. He whipped out the dagger hidden behind him and lunged for the major artery in Chen Feng's neck.

Gu Dongchen's sinister laughter suggested he was already envisioning Chen Feng's blood gushing out.

Indeed, Gu Dongchen's strike was swift. An ordinary man might have met his end by such a surprise attack.

But Chen Feng was no ordinary man.

Since the age of six, he had endured his mother's rigorous training: combat, assassination, body conditioning... day in and day out, year after year.

By ten, Chen Feng could hold his own against three robust adults. At thirteen, he was slaying wolves; by sixteen, he was battling tigers.

Chen Feng's life had been a relentless sequence of battles and training from the very beginning.

His mother had once told him that to survive in a world where the strong devour the weak, he needed to possess a strength a hundred times greater than that of an ordinary person.

One must endure the greatest hardships to rise above others.

To rise above and protect his mother from the Chen family's bullying, Chen Feng had endured untold suffering. Therefore, Gu Dongchen's attempts seemed utterly ridiculous to him.

As slow as a snail!

Chen Feng smirked and extended two fingers.

The dagger, glinting with a cold light, halted just an inch from Chen Feng's neck, unable to move further.

Gu Dongchen's face reddened, his eyes wide with astonishment.

With a gentle push, Chen Feng snapped the cold iron dagger as if it were a twig.

Gu Dongchen's Adam's apple bobbed, and he stood there, slack-jawed.

"You're a warrior?!" Gu Dongchen exclaimed, unable to find any other explanation for Chen Feng's frightening abilities.

With a scoff, Chen Feng landed a punch squarely on Gu Dongchen's face.

Gu Dongchen flew across the room like a ball, crashing into the wall and leaving a sizeable crack.

He coughed up a mouthful of blood, his vigor draining away instantly.

"Let's talk this out. I don't want the woman anymore..." Gu Dongchen staggered to his feet, pleading for mercy.

Chen Feng's face remained stern as he delivered another kick to Gu Dongchen's calf.

The sound of breaking bone echoed, and Gu Dongchen screamed in agony, collapsing to his knees, his face swollen and the color of a bruised liver.

"Big brother!"

Just then, a resonant voice called out.

Hearing this, Gu Dongchen's eyes lit up with hope, and he cried out desperately, "Hao, save me!"

Chen Feng turned, his gaze sharpening, and threw a punch at an approaching shadow.

The figure met Chen Feng's punch head-on with equal ferocity.

A thunderous clash ensued, and while Chen Feng only stepped back once, the other man stumbled back three steps.

In the light, the man's face gradually became visible.

The man Gu Dongchen had called Hao was short, not even reaching 1.7 meters, and was slight yet wiry. Compared to the dozen or so burly men behind him, Hao's stature was unimpressive.

Hao was the leader among these men, exuding an intense, indelible aura of bloodlust.

Chen Feng recognized it instantly—it was the kind of murderous energy that only comes from taking many lives. Hao, undoubtedly, had blood on his hands.

"Hao, finish him off! Kill this bastard for me," Gu Dongchen commanded, his confidence surging at the sight of Hao. He had unearthed this formidable talent from an underground boxing ring in Ladrautho seven years prior. The fights there were not the minor scuffles common domestically; they were battles to the death.

A fight would only end when one contender was dead; surrender was not an option.

At that time, Hao's record stood at seventeen consecutive victories—he had nearly dominated the ring!

Gu Dongchen had spent over twenty million to acquire Hao from the ring's owner.

Since returning home, Hao had never disappointed him. Over the years, Hao had been his stalwart warrior, securing most of his empire. Gu Dongchen's confidence in Hao was unshakeable.

Even with Chen Feng before him, presumably a warrior, Gu Dongchen believed Hao could take him on.

Hao, however, hesitated to attack, eyeing Chen Feng warily. "Brother, aren't you going to offer an explanation?" he asked.

"What kind of explanation do you want?" Chen Feng responded coolly.

"You stormed into our Golden Age unprovoked and attacked our boss..."

"Unprovoked?" Chen Feng cut Hao off with a scoff. "Do you even know who she is?" He gestured to Xia Mengyao, unconscious on the sofa.

Hao glanced back at Gu Dongchen, still unaware of the full circumstances. He only knew someone had invaded Golden Age and assaulted Gu Dongchen.

Now, it appeared there was more to the story.

"She's my woman," Gu Dongchen maintained, still oblivious to Chen Feng's true identity, assuming he was a mysterious expert from the Xia family.

Chen Feng delivered a resounding slap to Gu Dongchen's face, and in an instant, Gu Dongchen spat out five or six bloodied teeth.

"Your woman?" Chen Feng scoffed, "And just who do you think you are?"

Humiliation washed over Gu Dongchen's face. To be publicly shamed in front of his underlings stripped away any semblance of authority he had. Yet, in that moment, he remained silent, not daring to utter a word.

He wasn't foolish. It was one thing to be disciplined by Chen Feng when Hao wasn't present, but now, with Hao right there, and Chen Feng still managing to strike him without giving Hao a chance to react, Gu Dongchen realized that even Hao might not stand a chance against Chen Feng.

As Gu Dongchen had anticipated, Hao's muscles were coiled tight, ready for action. If previously Chen Feng had merely intimidated him, now he was downright terrifying.

So fast!

Chen Feng moved with such speed that before Hao could even register what was happening, Gu Dongchen had already lost five or six teeth.

If it came down to a life-or-death struggle with Chen Feng, his odds of survival were less than 10%.

"Brother, what's it going to take for you to let my big brother go?" Hao inhaled deeply before speaking.

Hao might have had a dozen men at his back, but he was acutely aware of their insignificance. Against a warrior like Chen Feng, their numbers were laughable. It wouldn't matter if he had a hundred men; they posed no threat to Chen Feng.

Despair settled in Gu Dongchen's heart. If even Hao was conceding, it was clear he was up against a formidable foe.

A bitter smile crept onto Gu Dongchen's face. The person he most wanted to kill at this moment was Xia Hao. After all, it was Xia Hao who had assured him there would be no consequences for sleeping with Xia Mengyao. That assurance had emboldened him. Yet, before he could even lay a finger on Xia Mengyao, a formidable opponent like Chen Feng had come knocking.

Chen Feng cracked a smile, acknowledging Hao's understanding of the situation.

"Left hand or right hand—pick one," Chen Feng said, casting a casual glance at Gu Dongchen.