C20 Chen Feng Was Furious

Elsewhere, Chen Feng had just completed a food delivery when he was suddenly struck by a sense of distraction, as though a bad omen was looming.

"Are you Chen Feng?" A man adorned with a hefty gold chain and a tiger tattoo approached and stood in Chen Feng's path.

"What's up?" Chen Feng inquired, arching an eyebrow.

"Is Xia Mengyao your wife?" The man with the tiger tattoo sized up Chen Feng before posing the question.

"Yes, what about it?" A sense of foreboding washed over Chen Feng.

The man shook his head, "Such a shame..."

"What are you getting at?" Chen Feng's voice took on an icy edge.

With a sneer, the man retorted, "Your wife, a stunning beauty, married a loser like you. Isn't that just a waste?"

"Is Mengyao with you?" Chen Feng's heart clenched, a chilling murderous intent flashing in his eyes. After several failed attempts to reach Xia Mengyao by phone, he feared the worst had happened.

"First, worry about yourself," the man scoffed. "Master Chen wants your legs. Will you do the honors, or shall we assist?"

"Answer me, is Mengyao with you?!" Chen Feng demanded through clenched teeth, his gaze thick with lethal fury.

The man finally sensed danger. How could such a nobody emit such a fearsome look? Though taken aback, he remained cocky, having been a killer himself; he doubted Chen Feng could harm him.

"Yeah, you're pathetic. Your wife is currently in Master Chen's bed. Haha, even knowing, what can you do..." he blustered. "Seriously, you're a joke, unable to even protect your own woman!"

But before he could finish, a bone-chilling aura of death enveloped him. Suddenly, his neck was gripped tightly, and he found himself hoisted into the air, beyond his control.

Chen Feng's eyes were crimson with rage as he tightened his grip on the man's neck.

In a flash, the man's forehead bulged with strained, protruding veins.

"Release me at once..."

The man with the tiger tattoo was petrified with fear. What sort of formidable figure had he crossed? How could anyone wield such a fearsome strength?!

"Where is Mengyao?" Chen Feng's words burst forth from between gritted teeth, his murderous aura crashing over the tiger-tattooed man like a tsunami.

"Talk, or it's the end for you!"

With a slight increase in pressure, Chen Feng made the man's frame shudder uncontrollably.

Overcome by the choking grip of impending doom, the tiger-tattooed man caved to his fear. The lethal promise in Chen Feng's gaze left no room for doubt—he'd meet his end if he remained silent.

"Golden Age!"

"Your wife's at the Golden Age!"

Hurling the man dozens of meters, Chen Feng watched as he crashed into a railing in the distance. By the time the man staggered to his feet and looked up, Chen Feng had vanished.

Chen Feng sprinted with every ounce of his being, eyes red with a fury he'd never known since joining the Xia Family.

Everyone has an Achilles' heel, and when struck, rage is inevitable.

Xia Mengyao was his—his untouchable scale.

And anyone who dared touch it would pay with their life.

Fueled by unbridled rage, it took Chen Feng less than ten minutes to reach the entrance of the Golden Age Club.

Three men with tattoos stood guard. Spotting the incensed Chen Feng, they instinctively stepped forward.

"Looking for someone?"

Their greeting was met with the wrath of Chen Feng's iron fist.

A single punch was all it took for the leader's nose to break, his blood spraying as he was flung backward.

"Where is Xia Mengyao?" Chen Feng's voice was chilling, echoing from the depths of the netherworld.

"Who the hell are you, daring to storm in here?!"

"Idiot, you think you can make trouble at the Golden Age?"

The two men hurled insults as they brandished batons and charged at Chen Feng.

Two resounding crashes later, the armed assailants were airborne, slamming into the club's door behind them.

"I'll ask one more time, where is my wife, Xia Mengyao?" Chen Feng advanced, his eyes seething with a deadly intent.

"Are you Chen Feng?"

The two men finally caught on and recognized Chen Feng's identity.

What shocked them, though, was the fact that Xia Mengyao's husband was supposed to be a notorious weakling.

How could he be so formidable?

Before they had time to ponder, Chen Feng advanced with a swift step, his hands shooting out simultaneously. The men barely registered a blur before they were hoisted into the air!

This spectacle sent the college girls working part-time at the Golden Age into a frenzy of terrified screams.

Each of the tattooed brutes weighed in at nearly two hundred kilograms, yet here was this man, lifting them as effortlessly as if they were mere chicks. Was he even human?

The two men in Chen Feng's iron grip were so petrified they were on the verge of tears.

Earlier, when Gu Dongchen had called for volunteers to take down Chen Feng, they had eagerly signed up, believing Chen Feng to be an easy target, someone they could ridicule at will.

Hu-ge had snatched the opportunity, and they had envied him for it.

But their envy had vanished now.

It seemed Brother Hu was likely faring far worse than they were.

"Mercy, please!"

"Master Chen is in the far-left private room on the third floor!"

Spilling all the details, the men watched as Chen Feng coldly snorted and discarded them on the floor like trash before storming off.

He hadn't gone far when he was met by a dozen tattooed men armed to the teeth, charging at him.

"Someone dares to cause trouble at the Golden Age? Take him down!"

Chen Feng plowed through the attackers, each impact sending another assailant flying, their screams trailing in his wake.

...

Inside the private room, Gu Dongchen's face was a mask of fury.

He had let his guard down.

When he saw Xia Mengyao stumble, he had lunged forward, eager to strip her, but she had turned the tables, smashing a wine bottle over his head.

Blood trickled down Gu Dongchen's forehead, his eyes glinting with malice.

"You little whore, I had intended to treat you gently, but you've brought this on yourself. Now, you've got no one to blame!"

As Gu Dongchen gazed at Xia Mengyao, her cheeks flushed and her chest rising and falling rapidly, he licked his lips and, with a sudden forceful motion, ripped her clothes apart.

Just then, a thunderous noise resounded!

Whirling around, Gu Dongchen saw the solid wooden door of the private room shattered to bits!

Framed in the doorway stood a tall, imposing figure..