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In the villa's grand hall.

Luo Jiande and Luo Zhiyong's faces were grim as they looked toward the entrance of the hall with several late-night snacks placed on the table in front of them.

Luo Mingxuan had also temporarily left the hospital and lay crazily on one side, wanting to witness Shen Feng's head being blown apart by a bullet with his own eyes.

Besides, over twenty men in black stood inside the hall.

All these men had indifferent faces and a faint murderous aura radiating from them; they were elite members of the Luo Family, each with hundreds of lives on their hands.

"Dad, I received a call from the Qin Family yesterday, Old Master Qin's eightieth birthday has been set for ten months from now."

"This time, Old Master Qin's birthday banquet is going to be very grand. I heard that all the major families from Tianhai will be there, and even families from the Capital City will attend to offer congratulations."

"The reason the date of the birthday banquet is set ten months in advance is purely to accommodate some important figure from the Capital City. By then, we must also bring a generous gift," said Luo Zhiyong, his eyes flashing with anger. He had wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to show his son the world and, if possible, secure a marriage alliance for the Luo Family with a Tianhai family through the Qin Family's introduction, which was something Luo Zhiyong had been planning.

Ever since Luo Zhiyong took control of the underground forces in Nanming County, his ambition had swollen, dreaming of surpassing the Qin Family of Tianhai one day.

After pondering for a moment, Luo Jiande said, "We should indeed prepare a grand gift. Old Master Qin's birthday banquet is a good opportunity to network."
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While Luo Zhiyong and Luo Jiande were talking, Yang Six walked in with Shen Feng and Wang Anxiong.

Shen Feng, with his superior hearing, listened to their conversation clearly. He naturally knew who the Old Master Qin mentioned by the Luo Family members was!

After bringing Shen Feng and Wang Anxiong into the hall, Yang Six tactfully stood to one side.

The fierce gazes of Luo Jiande and Luo Zhiyong instantly fixed on Shen Feng.

The lying Luo Mingxuan wanted to struggle to stand up, but all the bones in his limbs were broken, making his efforts utterly futile. His face was as ferocious as a devil's, with veins bulging on his forehead as he roared, "You bastard, you'll soon know the consequences of laying hands on me! Who do you think you are? Coming to Nanming County without asking around about my Luo Family."

"My Luo Family is the local tyrant of the whole Nanming County, and I, Luo Mingxuan, am the crown prince."

To Luo Mingxuan's shouting, Shen Feng simply treated it as the barking of a dog.

It was only when Luo Mingxuan cursed with the words "You bastard" that he became as good as dead in Shen Feng's eyes.

Wang Anxiong stepped forward, looked at Luo Jiande and Luo Zhiyong, and said, "Don't think the Luo Family can cover the sky with one hand in Nanming County. I advise you to back off now, and perhaps the master can deal with you leniently!"

At this point, Wang Anxiong still dared to utter such bold words?

Yang Six, standing aside, sneered in his heart. In his view, Wang Anxiong was attempting to intimidate through bluster. Currently, not a single major family in Wuzhou was willing to get involved, and Wang's own influence couldn't permeate here shortly; it seemed that tonight's events would unfold without surprise.

Luo Jiande picked up the teacup in front of him, took a slight sip, then his turbid eyes became sharp, "Wang Anxiong, I've heard of you, indeed a person who can start from scratch. What a pity! You've picked the wrong place to flex your muscles."

After setting down the teacup, Luo Jiande continued, "We've been waiting here for a while, this late-night meal is specially prepared for you. Latecomers always have to be punished a bit, don't they?"

As Luo Jiande's words finished, over twenty men in black moved closer to Shen Feng and Wang Anxiong.

"Grandfather, I've changed my mind. Don't let this little bastard die so quickly. First, break all his limbs for me, then blow his head off with a gun," Luo Mingxuan shouted maniacally.

Luo Jiande calmly said a sentence, "Follow Mingxuan's lead."

The elite personnel under the Luo Family's command each possessed formidable combat skills.

Confronted by a surge of over twenty people, Shen Feng pushed Wang Anxiong aside, his expression impassive.

He watched as a man in black at the forefront threw a merciless punch towards his chest.

Shen Feng saw no need to hold back – his speed surpassed that of the man in black.

With a kick.

The man in black at the front bore the brunt of Shen Feng's kick, instantly sent flying backward, with all the bones in his chest pulverized into powder and a large mist of blood bursting forth, even his heart cracked open.

After crashing to the ground heavily, the man in black did not move again, his breathing ceased, clearly having been kicked to death by Shen Feng.

Although Luo Jiande and his men knew Shen Feng had some skills, having taken out the two bodyguards protecting Luo Mingxuan with a single move, they now realized they had vastly underestimated Shen Feng's strength.

If Shen Feng hadn't broken Luo Mingxuan's limbs, Luo Jiande and Luo Zhiyong would even consider recruiting him into their ranks.

Regaining his senses, Luo Zhiyong bellowed, "Fire, open fire!"

The remaining men in black stepped back continuously, and a man with a tattoo on his hand was the first to draw the pistol from his waist, aiming the dark muzzle directly at Shen Feng's head.

The moment the tattooed man pulled out his pistol, everyone present, except Wang Anxiong, knew it was all over.

Luo Mingxuan shouted, "You little bastard, you think you're so tough? Try stopping a bullet if you're so capable."

Yang Six's gaze towards Wang Anxiong turned even colder, and he said to himself, "You'll regret this very soon!"

A "bang" from the gunshot.

The tattooed man had fired, the bullet surging violently out of the chamber.

The tattooed man had precise aim, and the bullet accurately approached Shen Feng's forehead.

Luo Jiande and Luo Zhiyong watched with impassive faces, accustomed to such sights.

When everyone, except Wang Anxiong, believed that Shen Feng was about to have his head blown off by the bullet.

Spiritual energy burst forth from within Shen Feng.

Once obstructed by the spiritual energy, the bullet's speed drastically slowed down, eventually lazily making its way towards Shen Feng.

Shen Feng casually reached out and caught the lazily moving bullet in his hand. "Weren't you inviting me for a late-night snack? If these few dishes are all you've prepared, isn't that a bit insincere?"

Shen Feng looked at the midnight snacks on the table and step by step walked towards Luo Jiande and Luo Zhiyong.

This unexpected and eerie event stunned everyone into silence, including Wang Anxiong, who understood Shen Feng the best, also slightly taken aback.