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Lin Xuan's movements were very light and small.

It's like casually waving your hand to shoo away a mosquito.

But Feng Yuzhi subconsciously took a step back, thinking that Lin Xuan was about to make a move.

"Go ahead and hit me!"

Seeing that Lin Xuan was just feinting, but he was so frightened that he took a step back, he quickly added his own words.

A low chuckle rippled through the crowd.

This young master Feng seems to be all bark and no bite. He's all bark and no bite, but he got scared when the other person just raised a hand.

Lin Xuan ignored him.

He wasn't trying to scare him.

It was just a matter of using a absorption technique.

An invisible aura emanated from Feng Yuzhi, like wisps of unseen smoke, which Lin Xuan gently inhaled.

That wonderful feeling returned.

Comfortable.

Lin Xuan closed his eyes and carefully sensed it for a while.

The scene fell silent.

Why did the two of them stop arguing after a while?

And what's with Lin Xuan, closing his eyes?

This is a huge disregard for Feng Yuzhi.

Seeing that Lin Xuan didn't make a move, Feng Yuzhi thought he was afraid.

He straightened his suit and tie, and cleared his throat:

"Kid, you're too scared to do anything! What a coward!"

He turned to look at An Lan and said in a sarcastic tone:

"An Lan, you found such a cowardly piece of trash. I thought you had such high standards, but it turns out to be this? Tsk tsk, what a disappointment."

An Lan looked at him expressionlessly, as if he were looking at a barking dog.

There wasn't a ripple in her cold eyes, as if Feng Yuzhi wasn't worth any emotional fluctuation from her.

Feng Yuzhi became more and more excited as he spoke, seemingly certain that Lin Xuan wouldn't dare to lay a hand on him.

"You brat, get out of here! Aren't you ashamed to be making a fool of yourself?"

"Do you know what kind of occasion this is? If you don't leave, I'm going to call security to kick you out! Don't blame me for not giving you face then!"

"And you, An Lan, do you really think you're still the CEO of An's Group? You're nothing now!"

Snapped!

Lin Xuan opened his eyes and snapped his fingers.

The absorption of Qi is complete.

The crisp sound exploded in the air, like a needle puncturing a balloon.

Feng Yuzhi stopped and paused, stunned for a moment:

"What the hell are you doing now? Are you—"

He was only halfway through his sentence when he suddenly felt dizzy.

That feeling came without warning.

Suddenly everything went black, the world spun around me, and a feeling of powerlessness washed over me, as if all my strength had been drained away.

He collapsed to the ground.

With a loud "bang," it landed squarely.

This scene left everyone dumbfounded.

Why did he fall to the ground?

The problem is, Lin Xuan didn't make a move! The two were several steps apart!

Moreover, Lin Xuan just snapped his fingers. What could that do?

Extortion?

No way!

Young Master Feng wouldn't sit on the ground in public just to extort money from someone.

How embarrassing would that be if word got out?

The crowd discussed amongst themselves, their faces full of confusion.

A nearby waiter quickly came over and bent down to help Feng Yuzhi up.

"Young Master Feng, are you alright? Should we call a doctor?"

Feng Yuzhi's face was pale, his lips were bloodless, and his voice was weak:

"No...low blood sugar...give me something to eat..."

"Okay, sure!"

The waiter hurriedly went to get some food from the side.

He strode to the buffet table, picked up a plate, and hurriedly filled it with some pastries and fruit.

He turned and walked back, his steps hurried.

I don't know what happened, but my foot suddenly slipped.

He lost his balance.

The plate flew out of his hand, arcing through the air in a perfect parabola before crashing down right in front of Feng Yuzhi.

"Snapped!"

Food was thrown at his face.

Cream, chocolate, jam... all over my face and clothes.

The plate shattered! It almost hit Feng Yuzhi on the head.

Everyone was dumbfounded, their eyes wide open.

What the hell is going on now?

Are you putting on a show here?

The problem is that they're playing too recklessly; they've really thrown all that stuff in.

"Ah! I'm sorry, Young Master Feng, I..."

The waiter was so frightened that his face turned pale, and he bowed repeatedly, almost bending over to the ground.

Feng Yuzhi stood there, cream still dripping down his face, staining his white suit and leaving a mess.

He had just recovered slightly from the dizziness when he encountered this scene.

He slowly raised his hand, touched his face, and looked at the colorful cream and jam on his hand, his whole body trembling.

Chen Mo, who was standing to the side, couldn't stand it any longer and walked over with a frown.

"What's going on! Don't you know you should be careful?"

He glared at the waiter, his face full of displeasure.

"Send a few more people to help Young Master Feng to rest. What kind of behavior is this!"

Several waiters quickly ran over.

But just as Chen Mo walked up to Feng Yuzhi, before he could finish speaking...

Feng Yuzhi seemed to have lost his temper for no apparent reason; perhaps he realized he had made a huge fool of himself and flew into a rage.

His face turned bright red, and his eyes were red as well.

"Damn it! How the hell do you guys work?!"

He kicked it with all his might.

Boom!

This kick landed perfectly on Chen Mo's leg as he approached.

Caught off guard, Chen Mo instantly lost his balance and fell forward violently.

boom!

He fell heavily to the ground, his knee striking Feng Yuzhi squarely in the face.

"ah!!"

Feng Yu let out a scream.

This is not finished.

At the same time, the wine glass in Chen Mo's hand flew out, arcing through the air before hitting Feng Yuzhi precisely on the head.

The wine glass shattered, and red wine streamed down Feng Yuzhi's face, mixing with cream and jam, creating a red and white mess.

Glass shards were scattered all over the ground, glittering under the light.

With a series of crashes and bangs, a dreamlike scene appeared before everyone's eyes.

The entire room fell silent.

Everyone froze, as if they had been paralyzed, completely motionless.

"How...how did this happen?" someone murmured, their voice unusually clear in the silence.

"I...I don't understand. Is this really not a TV show?" The person next to him shook his head, his eyes glazed over, his worldview shaken.

"No, Young Master Feng's head is really bleeding!" a woman's voice screamed.

Only then did everyone notice that Feng Yuzhi had a cut on his forehead from broken glass, and blood was flowing down his cheek.

"Quick, call an ambulance!"

"Call a doctor! There's a doctor on board!"

"Take me...to see too..." Chen Mo sat on Feng Yuzhi's lap, feeling a burning pain in his calves.

He looked helplessly at the disheveled Feng Yuzhi beneath him.

Neuropathy!

Why are you acting so crazy all of a sudden?

That kick was really powerful!

Some of the waiters rushed over to help the two up, while others quickly cleaned up the various things that had been spilled on the floor.

The scene became a little chaotic for a moment.

Chen Mo was helped to his feet; his suit was wrinkled and his hair was a mess.

There were still red wine stains on his face, but they couldn't hide his ashen complexion.