While out picking up trash, I was forcefully pushed around by a beautiful female CEO.

Seeing Pang Weifu's anger, Li Zheng, Zhao Jinlai, and the others also changed their expressions.

"You little bastard, don't you even take a piss and see what kind of person you are? Do you really think that just because you're living off Meng Qingyao, you deserve to sit at the table and drink with us?"

Li Zheng also looked at Lin Feng with a cold smile, a mocking tone on his lips.

"Yes, with such a poor but decent husband, Meng Qingyao doesn't seem to have much of a future in Meng's Pharmaceuticals. The loan for Meng's Pharmaceuticals is too risky; I think it's best not to approve it!"

Zhao Jinlai leaned back in his chair with an air of nonchalance, a mocking smile on his lips, and slowly began to speak.

"Is this how President Zhao does his job? Is this how you judge whether a company has a future?"

Lin Feng ultimately didn't want to disrupt Meng's Pharmaceuticals' financial chain, and since these people hadn't done anything excessive to Meng Qingyao yet, he spoke matter-of-factly.

"How I judge things is none of your business! You think you can tell me what to do? What kind of little bully are you?"

Zhao Jinlai took off his glasses, wiped the lenses with a tissue, and looked at Lin Feng with a cold smile.

"Not bad, you little bastard, can't you know your place?"

Pang Weifu got excited too, staring at Lin Feng with a cold look in his eyes, and said in a fierce tone, "Get out of here right now, or I'll kill you."

Lin Feng glanced at Pang Weifu, then at Meng Qingyao, the drunkenness in his eyes vanishing instantly, and he acted as if nothing had happened: "Okay, I'll go out now."

When Pang Weifu and the others saw Lin Feng's appearance, they immediately realized that they had been tricked. This bastard wasn't drunk at all; he was just faking it.

However, seeing that Lin Feng was such a coward and actually wanted to leave, the group felt even more contemptuous of him.

I thought he was some tough guy, but he turned out to be a complete idiot.

At that moment, none of them felt any psychological burden.

"You're smart enough to let this slide! I'm not going to bother with you today!"

Pang Weifu sneered. Completing the task assigned by Luo Shihai was the priority, and he didn't intend to bother with Lin Feng, a minor character, for the time being.

Lin Feng didn't say anything, but helped Meng Qingyao up and prepared to walk out of the private room.

"Stop right there! What are you doing?"

Just as he helped Meng Qingyao up, Pang Weifu stopped him, glancing sideways at Lin Feng and speaking coldly.

"What? Didn't you, Mr. Pang, let them leave?"

Lin Feng turned around, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes.

"Just get out of here yourself! Put the person down!"

Pang Weifu began to speak.

"That's right, we told you to get lost, but we didn't tell you to take her with you. Meng Qingyao wants to keep drinking with us. Put her down, and if you know what's good for you, get lost on your own."

Zhao Jinlai also stood up, put his glasses back on, and said to Lin Feng.

"Oh, where should we go for a drink? Qingyao is in such a state!"

Lin Feng spoke calmly, while taking out his phone and turning on the recording function, just in case things went wrong and Meng Qingyao blamed him later.

"Hahaha, where we go for a drink is none of your business, you little slob!"

Zhao Jinlai laughed loudly.

Pang Weifu, standing to the side, also wore a sinister smile and said in a sarcastic tone, "President Zhao is right, you little bastard, just leave him alone and get lost. We might not make things difficult for you."

"That's right, even if you let Meng Qingyao drink it in bed, what can you do about it?"

Li Zheng, his face full of mockery, scoffed, "Besides, if they can't drink it upstairs, they can still drink it downstairs..."

Upon hearing this, Lin Feng slowly put Meng Qingyao down.

Pang Weifu and the others laughed when they saw this. In the end, he was just a fool, and he still obediently did as they said.

"Kid, if only you had known this sooner! You made us go through all this trouble!"

Li Zheng sneered, while simultaneously threatening Lin Feng, pointing his finger at Lin Feng's nose and cursing, "Remember this, a place like this isn't for trash like you to meddle in. If there's a next time, I'll..."

Before he could finish speaking, Lin Feng had already moved, grabbing the finger Li Zheng was pointing at and twisting it sharply.

Click!

With a crisp crack, and with tremendous force, Li Zheng's finger snapped off, twisted off by Lin Feng, skin and all.

Blood immediately flowed down the severed finger and onto the table.

"what!"

The sudden, excruciating pain caused Li Zheng to scream out in agony.

"You little bastard, how dare you!"

Overwhelmed by excruciating pain, Li Zheng's expression turned venomous: "I'll kill you!"

As he spoke, Li Zheng picked up an empty wine bottle from the table and smashed it at Lin Feng.

Lin Feng snatched the bottle from Li Zheng the instant he picked it up, and then slammed it onto Li Zheng's forehead.

With a muffled thud, a large crater was visibly punched into Li Zheng's forehead.

A human brain is far from being able to smash a bottle of that hardness.

The force was so great that Li Zheng fell back into his seat with a thud, blood streaming down his face.

"You son of a bitch, you dare to lay a hand on me!"

Pang Weifu was also enraged when he saw this, and without saying a word, he threw a punch.

Lin Feng picked up the bottle again and smashed it into Pang Weifu's fist.

Gaba!

The sound of bones breaking rang out.

Pang Weifu screamed in pain.

Lin Feng then delivered a powerful kick, striking Pang Weifu squarely in the chest. With the sound of ribs breaking, Pang Weifu's obese body flew out like a ball, crashing into the wall of the private room and knocking down the decorative paintings hanging there.

"You dare hit me? You little bastard, you're finished! Do you even know whose plans you've ruined?"

Pang Weifu clutched his chest and struggled on the ground for a few moments, but the excruciating pain prevented him from getting up. His chest burned with a piercing pain, but even so, the humiliation of being beaten filled him with unprecedented anger and resentment.

"Oh? You mean, someone told you to do this?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Feng's gaze immediately turned cold. He walked up to Pang Weifu, leaned down, and stared coldly at him: "Who ordered you to do this?"

He initially thought that these people at the trade fair had taken a liking to Meng Qingyao because she was pretty, but now it seems that things are not so simple.

Pang Weifu's expression changed as he realized he had made a slip of the tongue.

However, remembering that Lin Feng was just a kept man, Pang Weifu didn't take it seriously and sneered, "You little bastard, there are plenty of people in this world you can't afford to offend. Just wait to die!"

Lin Feng didn't say anything, but grabbed Pang Weifu's arm, spread Pang Weifu's fingers apart and pressed them to the ground, and without hesitation crushed Pang Weifu's little finger.

Ten fingers connected to the heart.

Nothing hurts more than this.

Screams like those of a pig being slaughtered echoed from the private room.

"Who ordered you to do this?"

Lin Feng spoke again.

Pang Weifu and his ilk had climbed to such positions, so they must have seen a bit of the world. Even with his little finger being crushed, he gritted his teeth and didn't utter a sound.

Lin Feng didn't waste any more words with him, but instead smashed the finger at Pang Weifu's ring finger again.

More screams.

Lin Feng seemed not to hear, nor did he ask any more questions. After smashing the ring finger, he smashed the middle finger of Pang Weifu.

"You have seven more chances!"

Lin Feng said something softly, and then smashed Pang Weifu's index finger again.

With four fingers crushed, Pang Weifu could no longer hold on, convulsed, urinated in his pants, and fainted.