Chapter 65: A Sweep Through the Forest of Blades

"Fine, I'll give you the money, but you have to take responsibility..." She was swelling with confidence again, feeling she could now negotiate with Yang Changfeng.

Yang Changfeng turned and left at once. "Do whatever you want. You really think you're someone important? What a joke!"

Chen Aijia was so much better—far superior to these flamboyant, conniving women!

Suddenly, he missed Chen Aijia terribly. Even when they were together, Yang Changfeng often wanted to give the wealthy lady a playful spanking, but at least her wits weren't on the same level as these gaudy women.

Damn it, for the sake of money, I'll put up with it!

With that, Yang Changfeng shot a cold, mocking smile at Ma Siwei. "Believe it or not, I could tie you up and leave you here?"

Ma Siwei immediately fell silent. A wise woman doesn't court disaster; when dealing with such uncouth men, money was the only language to speak.

Wang Hu was still holding back.

He had the resources to get Ma Siwei here and the guts to use her, but he didn't dare make any moves on her himself. The plan was to throw that Yang guy her way, so that Ma Siwei's many admirers—especially that boy surnamed Lan—would pull every dirty trick in the book against him. Unexpectedly, Yang was sharp enough to see through it all.

"I've hunted geese half my life, but now a goose pecked my eye!" Wang Hu looked up to the heavens and sighed. He was ruthless, but in a flash of desperation, he grabbed the purple clay teapot and smashed it against his own head, immediately passing out.

"Did you really think that would work?" Yang Changfeng hadn't planned to torment this loser any further, but Wang Hu surprised him with his cunning. With a sly grin, Yang walked over, picked up the purple clay teapot—still intact, though some tea had spilled out—and looked at it appreciatively.

Ma Siwei stared in terror as Yang Changfeng twisted Wang Hu's neck, forcing the unconscious man's mouth open. Then he poured an entire pot of scalding tea straight down his throat.

Wang Hu was evil—so evil it made one's teeth ache—but this Yang was even worse. No, he was downright vicious.

There was nothing he wouldn't do.

She swore to herself, from now on, she must keep her distance from someone like this. This man was a demon.

Ma Siwei's cheeks turned ashen, and her long, enchanting legs began to tremble. True fear gripped her heart.

She'd heard tales of Jiangzhou's "underworld" before, but today she saw it with her own eyes—and felt only terror.

Here was a group of merciless fiends, utterly ruthless toward each other, and no less cruel to innocents. This was the true essence of all "men of the underworld."

Those chivalrous heroes in martial arts novels—robbing the rich to help the poor, men of their word?

Such people don't exist in this world. They're just fiction.

After emptying the teapot, Yang Changfeng considered for a moment, then casually slipped the purple clay teapot into his pocket. He knew quality when he saw it; this was a genuine treasure, worth at least a hundred thousand on the market. A good thing shouldn't go to waste.

Ma Siwei was dumbfounded. Was there really such a petty and unscrupulous figure in the underworld?

She'd thought Yang Changfeng was just greedy and cruel, but now she saw he had this shameless side as well. It completely shattered her image of him.

Hey, government, is anyone going to do something about this reputation-wrecker?

Yang Changfeng turned around, and Ma Siwei quickly lowered her head, not daring to meet his eyes. To see such shamelessness was to risk silencing forever.

"Well, how obedient you've become all of a sudden. Is this really the famous little starlet? Oh, no, the wildly popular, high-and-mighty celebrity with tens of millions of fans? Is this still Ma Siwei?" Yang Changfeng mocked her with biting sarcasm, hands behind his back as he strode downstairs.

Two rows of "underworld men" stood on the stairs, having just rushed up.

Yang Changfeng seemed not to notice them at all, his hands behind his back, walking steadily down the narrow passage, utterly unconcerned by the menacing thugs wielding machetes just inches away.

Ma Siwei's legs had gone weak. She'd acted in TV dramas about the old days, always playing the dashing heroine who could single-handedly take a city. But real-life underworld figures were nothing like the extras on screen.

These men really would hack you up. They wouldn't just strike a pose and wait for you to get in position; they didn't care about your celebrity status. Here, your position determined their attitude.

What to do?

Was it too late to dash upstairs and jump out the window?

"So this is the courage of the famed starlet? You had all that nerve to strut the red carpet? To bully those beneath you?" Yang Changfeng sneered, "A bunch of idiots who put on a show—yet they've scared you like this. You're a mouse in tiger's skin, neither beast nor human."

Ma Siwei was so furious she nearly kicked him.

Damn it, I'm a civilized person, all right?

Fighting and killing—aren't you the experts at that?

Wait, that's right, this guy can fight, and he loves money, so...

Ma Siwei realized there was still business to be done with Yang Changfeng.

Finally making it down the stairs, the gang of idiots burst upstairs, only to find Wang Hu slumped over the table, unconscious. Of course, they assumed Yang Changfeng was responsible.

"I told you Tiger wouldn't just let them go, but you wouldn't believe me!" Several thugs, machetes in hand, shouted, "What are you all waiting for? After them—kill them!"

Yang Changfeng quickened his pace. Ma Siwei asked curiously, "Aren't you supposed to be fearless?"

There was no talking to this woman. If a fight broke out now, wouldn't it draw the police? This was Wang Hu's teahouse—did she really think her pretty face could outweigh all the benefits Wang Hu gave those men?

Of course, Yang Changfeng didn't bother explaining. He had no intention of causing a public sensation or making headlines with this woman in a scandal. Headlines belonged to the old master; why fight him for them?

He hurried the two terrified women in the lobby to the Audi. He even had the leisure to ask, "Where's your car?"

Ma Siwei gritted her teeth and managed a cold laugh. "Thanks for your concern. I didn't drive here!"

So, this guy really wanted her to get lost as soon as possible?

The more he acted like this, the more Ma Siwei refused to leave. At a time like this, only a fool would get out of the car!

With a stomp on the accelerator, the gang of machete-waving idiots was left far behind.

The two women burst into tears of joy. Yang Changfeng said, "Remember, do your jobs well from now on. Stop dreaming about landing a rich husband. I saved you this time, but next time you may not be so lucky. Got it?"

They didn't need Yang Changfeng to tell them that—but would Wang Hu just let them go?

"It's all right, they gave their word," Ma Siwei reassured them. Even if she secretly disdained them, her face betrayed nothing, maintaining a queenly air as she spoke.

Yang Changfeng glanced at her coolly. Did she really think she was any better than these two women?

Female celebrities, heh—who among them is truly clean?

Oh, don't even mention Miss Han; she's a special case, with both the background and the right. As for the rest, no matter how innocent they appear, it's all just acting. Anyone truly pure would be the world's tenth wonder.

Could Ma Siwei achieve such a miracle?