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

Aside from the screams, Zhao Jinlai and his companions were already terrified, their bodies trembling with fear as they stared at Lin Feng in horror.

Is this guy crazy?

Especially when they saw Lin Feng smash Pang Weifu's fingers one by one without any change in his expression, they suddenly realized that this guy who lived off women in their eyes seemed to be a little different from what they had expected.

Too bad!

They're so ruthless, they're not like a living person!

Lin Feng completely ignored Zhao Jinlai and the others in the private room. He knew very well that if he wanted to get information out of the monkey, it was important to kill the chicken properly.

Even after Pang Weifu fainted from the pain, Lin Feng's hands did not stop moving at all. He remained expressionless, repeating the same actions like a machine.

Only when all ten of Pang Weifu's fingers were covered in blood and flesh did he slowly stand up, his gaze falling on Li Zheng beside him.

Seeing this, Li Zheng, who had just been hit with a bottle because Lin Feng had torn off one of his fingers, was now too afraid to even breathe.

Lin Feng walked towards him.

Li Zheng was immediately terrified, desperately shrinking back into his chair: "You... what do you want to do?"

"Didn't you say you could drink anywhere?"

Lin Feng picked up the bottle of Maotai he had opened but hadn't drunk from on the table, walked slowly over to Li Zheng, and tugged at Li Zheng's hair, only to find that the guy's buzz cut made it impossible to tug at his hair.

With no other option, Lin Feng pressed down on Li Zheng's forehead, which had been dented by the blow, and turned Li Zheng's face towards the ceiling before covering Li Zheng's mouth.

With his mouth covered, Li Zheng could only breathe heavily through his nostrils.

"Come on, I'll let you drink your fill! If you don't finish this bottle, you'll end up like that fat black guy!"

Lin Feng spoke in a completely calm tone, then picked up the bottle and poured the liquor up Li Zheng's nose.

The pungent liquor rushed into his nasal cavity, and Li Zheng struggled violently for a moment, whimpering incessantly.

But Lin Feng's hands held him firmly in the chair like vises.

Li Zheng wanted to catch his breath, so he could only instinctively inhale.

As the alcohol poured in, he began to convulse violently, tears and snot streaming down his face uncontrollably.

After feeding him for half a minute, Lin Feng released his grip at the opportune moment, allowing Li Zheng to breathe through his mouth for a few breaths.

But as soon as he let go, Li Zheng collapsed, staring at Lin Feng as if he were a demon, his expression terrified, and mumbled, "I...I'll talk..."

"What? I didn't ask you? I just told you to finish this bottle!"

Lin Feng remained expressionless. There were plenty of people in the know; humiliating Meng Qingyao deserved a price to pay.

With a casual remark, Lin Feng covered Li Zheng's mouth again and continued to pour the wine down his throat.

Before he had even finished half a bottle of wine, Li Zheng turned pale, his limbs stiffened, and he lay motionless on the chair.

Lin Feng tossed down the wine bottle, glanced at the clueless Li Zheng, and then ignored him, turning his gaze to Zhao Jinlai, the bank manager.

Zhao Jinlai was already terrified and turned to run away. Lin Feng grabbed the solid wood chair that Pang Weifu had been sitting on and smashed it against Zhao Jinlai's back.

boom!

The solid wood chair slammed into Zhao Jinlai with a loud thud.

Before Zhao Jinlai could even reach the door, he was knocked to the ground, spitting out blood and foam.

"No...don't hit me! I'll tell you everything you ask, but if you dare lay a hand on me again, I'll cut off all payments to the Meng Group..."

Zhao Jinlai wiped the blood from his mouth and pointed at Lin Feng in terror.

"What's it to me?"

Lin Feng picked up a chair and smashed it down on Zhao Jinlai's legs: "Run? Still trying to run?"

"Ah...you're finished. I'm the president of Huimin Bank. You dare hit me? You're finished..."

Zhao Jinlai had never suffered like this before. Seeing that Lin Feng had no intention of letting him go, he could only desperately threaten him with harsh words.

"Bank manager?"

Lin Feng immediately laughed, his gaze turning cold as he looked at Zhao Jinlai: "Do you think you can still keep your position as bank manager?"

Now that Shen Anmin is here, the so-called bank president is just a matter of a word for him.

People from the General Administration of Trade and Economic Cooperation, let alone a branch manager, or even the head office manager, would only have the right to smile obsequiously when they met them.

Hearing Lin Feng say this, Zhao Jinlai was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized what was happening and looked at Lin Feng in fear: "You...who exactly are you?"

Zhao Jinlai isn't stupid. Someone who can so casually talk about whether he can keep his position as bank manager can't possibly be just a gigolo.

Zhao Jinlai is now somewhat unsure.

Guess!

Lin Feng threw down a sentence, tossed the chair to the ground, and looked at the two people remaining in the private room.

The two didn't say anything offensive, so Lin Feng didn't make a move against them.

Moreover, if they were all beaten half to death, then he wouldn't have anyone to extract information from them.

Upon seeing Lin Feng looking over, the two men turned deathly pale, utterly terrified by Lin Feng's methods.

Moreover, given that even the highest-ranking bank president, Zhao Jinlai, met such an end, they had no doubt that Lin Feng might take action against them.

"Brother Lin... we have no choice but to follow orders. If we don't, our company's business will be targeted. Please... don't take it personally."

"It was the bald man among the two who said that."

Lin Feng remembered that Meng Qingyao had mentioned that the bald man was named Qi Wei, and the other tall, thin man was named Du Yuan.

"Yes, Brother Lin, we were all forced into it!"

Du Yuan was also terrified. Looking at the miserable state of Pang Weifu and the others on the ground, he knew that he had really met a ruthless person today.

"If you don't want to suffer, then tell the truth: who did it?"

Lin Feng looked at the two of them and said.

"It was...it was Luo Shihai! It was Luo Shihai who sent us to get President Meng drunk and then take him to his bedroom upstairs."

"Yes, yes, it's Luo Shihai. Our small company wouldn't dare to disobey Luo Shihai's wishes."

Du Yuan and Qi Wei hurriedly said.

A wise man doesn't fight a losing battle. Right now, the most urgent thing is not saving the company; if things go wrong, we could lose half our lives.

"Luo Shihai?"

Lin Feng frowned, racking his brains. The only person with the surname Luo whom he had a grudge against was Luo Bin, whom he had met at the bar. He immediately asked, "What is the relationship between Luo Shihai and Luo Bin?"

"Oh? Brother Lin, you know Young Master Luo?"

Upon hearing Lin Feng speak, Du Yuan asked in surprise.

"I'm asking you, what's the relationship between Luo Shihai and Luo Bin!"

Lin Feng gave Du Yuan a cold look.

"Luo...Luo Shihai is Luo Bin's father."

Du Yuan was startled and then explained again, "Brother Lin, please let us go! This really has nothing to do with us!"

"Is Luo Shihai also at Yu Rong Restaurant now?"

Lin Feng thought of what Du Yuan and the other man had said earlier. Since Luo Shihai had Meng Qingyao drunk and sent to a guest room on the second floor of the restaurant, Luo Shihai was most likely here.

"Yes...yes, Luo Shihai and Minister Yu are having dinner with Director Shen from Kyoto..."

Du Yuan and Qi Wei exchanged a glance and immediately spoke.

Lin Feng was stunned. His uncle was here too? What a coincidence!