C25 Forcibly

This time Yuen Chuan really panicked. She struggled with all her might, but everyone pretended not to see it.

The bodyguard covered Yuen Chuan's mouth and dragged her out of the private room.

Yuen Chuan only saw Yi's apologetic and fawning smile towards the bald man was lifted up by the bodyguard.

Struggling did not have any effect. Yuen Chuan tried to make a sound to call for help but the people passing by did not see it.

Suddenly, a pair of shoes appeared in front of her eyes. Yuen Chuan remembered that this pair of shoes was limited edition and Mr. Feng just happened to have a pair!

Was it him?

Yuen Chuan did not know, so she could only treat him like a doctor.

With her entire body being carried, Yuen Chuan was unable to call for help. And that person who might be Mr. Feng was a distance away from her.

Yuen Chuan desperately twisted her body and kicked a vase that was used as a decoration onto the ground, making a loud noise.

The bodyguard probably felt that Yuen Chuan was too disobedient and slashed at the back of her neck.

Yuen Chuan only saw the owner of the pair of shoes turn around and lose consciousness.

When she woke up again, Yuen Chuan found that she was lying on a sofa with a suit covering her body.

Rubbing her aching head, Yuen Chuan fumbled around and sat up.

She found Mr. Feng sitting beside her. This was still the same bar!

In front of Mr. Feng stood a middle-aged man with a terrified and fawning expression. Behind the middle-aged man stood Luo, Bald Man, and the others.

The bodyguards in black suits surrounded the outermost layer. None of the people guarding inside could escape.

Yuen Chuan probably knew that she was saved.

She cast a grateful look at Mr. MR and said, "Thank you."

"If you want to release an album, why didn't you come and find me? Can this kind of rubbish be called a song?" Mister Feng Mumbai mocked, "Their standards can't even compare to one-tenth of your own. What exactly do you think?"

A group of people were scolded by Mr Feng as trash, but they didn't even dare to make a sound.

Yuen Chuan had long been accustomed to his venomous tongue. Coupled with the fact that she was currently feeling guilty, "An album is not enough as long as you know how to write and sing. My manager called me over. I also did not expect it to be like this."

Mr. Feng looked at her like a child admitting her mistake, and his expression became a little better.

He had probably guessed the reason for today and looked deeply at Yi without expressing anything.

Yi was scared out of her wits.

She originally thought that Yuen Chuan relied on her financial backer to find a song written by Mr. Ma. She did not expect that the two of them would have such a good relationship.

Sir Feng straightened his sleeves, "You decide what to do. Call the police, or privately."

These words were clearly said to Yuen Chuan.

Now, the middle-aged man in front of him quickly opened his mouth and said to Yuen Chuan, "Miss Su, today is because the Little Store did not treat you well. Give me another chance. Anything you want can be discussed."

The group of people behind him also quickly agreed.

Mister Feng Mu glanced at them and immediately became quiet again.

Yuen Chuan really wanted to send these people to the police station, but once this matter was exposed, the entire entertainment industry might have a huge uproar.

At that time, if there was a life and death struggle, Yuen Chuan would not be able to continue living in the entertainment industry.

Thinking about the 50 million that she still owed Mu Yanbing, Yuen Chuan felt very helpless.

"Don't call the police first. We'll talk about the rest later."

Yuen Chuan did not think about how to deal with it and could only stop him from calling the police.

Mr. Feng looked at her mockingly.

Yuen Chuan was afraid that he would misunderstand, "I really need this job to earn money now. Sorry, I have no other choice..."

"You don't need to explain. The victim is yourself. How to deal with it is your problem." Mr. Feng stood up, "Get up. I'll send you back."

Yuen Chuan obediently stood up and returned the coat she was wearing to him.

Mr. Feng took the coat and whispered something to the bodyguard in black. He turned around and looked at the bald man.

"What did you plan to do to her just now?"

The bald man was so scared that he didn't dare to say anything.

Mr. Feng stared at the bodyguard who knocked Yuen Chuan out with admiration. At this time, he was being pressed down on the ground with a swollen face.

"The boss said that he washed and tied her up." Under Mr. Feng's powerful pressure, the bodyguard stammered out the truth.

Mr. Feng once again looked at this group of people admiringly. "Let them taste it themselves and contact the reporters at the same time."

This was an order from his opponent.

After saying that, he walked straight out. Yuen Chuan hurriedly followed.

Only a group of people were left with ashen faces.

These artistes and composers usually showed their faces to others in a positive and artistic manner.

Mr. Feng's actions had undoubtedly destroyed them.