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Upon hearing the unfamiliar Chinese language, Fei Hu couldn't help but glance at the newcomer, who was short and chubby, resembling a large winter melon. With a teapot lid-shaped head and a dark face glowing with a hint of red, Fei Hu concluded that this person must be from Vietnam.
"Hahaha, Brother Fatty, I apologize for disturbing you. Please take a seat," Cheng Yong gestured for the fat man to sit while casting a deep glance at Tang Lan, his face revealing a smug expression.
As soon as Fatty sat down, he leaned toward Cheng Yong, and the two began to chatter away. Tang Lan shot a look at Fei Hu and sternly said to Cheng Yong, "Stop with the nonsense. Let's settle our matters! Do you think I would be afraid of you just because you've brought some helpers? Let me tell you, since you're here, we are not afraid of you at all."
"You all? Hahaha! Not bad, Tang Zong, you've found yourself a partner; it should have been like this long ago. However, as I said before, the business has indeed been losing money. The friends present can testify to that. If you don't believe me, I can have the finance department bring over the account books right now. How about that?" Cheng Yong replied sarcastically.
Tang Lan slammed her hand on the table and shouted, "Cheng Yong, I have always considered you a friend. I never expected you to be so shameless. Today, don't waste my time; just return my five million without any deductions. I don't want any of the dividends from these past three years. That should be enough, right?" When an elegant woman like her got angry, she could be quite intimidating.
"Tang Zong, let me speak fairly; the hotel you invested in has indeed been losing money. Don't talk about five million; getting fifty thousand back would be difficult at this point. If I hadn't lent money to Cheng Yong, your hotel would have closed down long ago," said Bald Man, sitting next to Cheng Yong.
Fei Hu realized that Cheng Yong was trying to evade this debt. Bringing so many people here was clearly meant to intimidate Tang Lan. They were taking turns verbally attacking her with disrespectful words, indicating they had already conspired together.
For people like this, reasoning was futile; there was only one way—be tougher than them. Otherwise, there was no other option. If five million could be extracted from his pocket through words alone, then Cheng Yong wouldn't be worth his salt. This matter needed to be resolved quickly; it shouldn't be dragged out. With that thought in mind, Fei Hu suddenly stood up and coldly asked, "Are you planning to return the five million or not?"
Fei Hu's sudden outburst clearly caught Cheng Yong and his group off guard; even Bald Man blinked in surprise. After a brief pause, Fatty slowly stood up and stared intently at Fei Hu, saying harshly, "Watch your words; this is Vietnam, not China."
Fatty's words were difficult to articulate, but Fei Hu grasped the general idea.
"Hmph! Whether it's Vietnam or China, we all adhere to reason. If this Cheng Yong doesn't return Tang Zong's five million today, don't blame me for being rude," Fei Hu stated firmly, making it clear he was ready for action.
Bald Man slammed his teacup onto the table forcefully, splashing tea everywhere. Seeing this made Fei Hu furious. That bastard Cheng Yong didn't even have a teacup on their table; it was clearly an act of bullying.
Bald Man's facial muscles twitched as he lowered his voice and aggressively said, "Reason doesn't apply here; it's all about this—fists. Understand me, kid? You seem too young; it would be better for you to let Tang Zong take care of you quietly instead of sticking your neck out; otherwise, it could cost you your life."
The old bastard always spoke harshly. Fei Hu noticed that Tang Lan, sitting next to him, seemed to be trembling slightly. He knew that in such a situation, he had to control his emotions; otherwise, he would fall for these guys' tricks. Fei Hu laughed heartily and said, "You old man, you just spoke the truth, but I forgot your identities." He then shifted his tone, adding a hint of sarcasm.
"Scoundrel!" Fatty shouted angrily, waving his hand. Two grim-faced men stepped forward from behind him, silently charging at Fei Hu.
Just as Fei Hu clenched his fists and prepared to strike back, an unexpected scene unfolded. Xiao Lan, standing behind him and Tang Lan, suddenly leaped into action. With lightning speed, she kicked out her legs, catching the two grim-faced men off guard before they could even raise their hands. They were knocked to the ground.
This surprised everyone present; not only Cheng Yong and her group but even Fei Hu stared at Xiao Lan in astonishment. Only Tang Lan remained composed, indicating that she had brought Xiao Lan for a specific purpose.
Seeing his subordinates fail, Fatty was furious and reached for the glass ashtray in the center of the table. Fei Hu bent slightly and raised his hand; a flash of white light flew past. Fatty's hand recoiled in fear as he saw a gleaming Swiss Army knife embedded in the table next to the ashtray, its blade still trembling.
Fei Hu's action shocked everyone in the room. The look in Fatty's eyes dimmed as he lost confidence, but he still waved his hand at the few people behind him for support.
Those individuals approached slowly with some trepidation. Before they could get close, Xiao Lan let out a playful shout and jumped up, her feet pedaling in mid-air like riding a bicycle. A strange cry echoed as most of them fell to the ground except for two or three who managed to escape quickly. Xiao Lan's skills made even someone like Fei Hu, who was used to fighting, secretly admire her.
Once the confrontation began, there had to be a resolution. Fei Hu leaped onto the table; he knew that grievances have their sources and debts have their owners. Today he had to control Cheng Yong first; otherwise, everything would be in vain.
Cheng Yong's group seemed to have underestimated Fei Hu and Xiao Lan's abilities. Although they had brought many people with them, they were unprepared for what was happening. As soon as Fei Hu jumped onto the table, they realized things were not as simple as they had imagined and began to retreat in shock.
However, Bald Man panicked and threw his teacup at Fei Hu while backing away. This momentary distraction caused Fei Hu to hesitate slightly. In that brief pause, Cheng Yong and Ouyang Hua managed to escape while several men in black moved forward.
With no turning back now, Fei Hu lunged forward and quickly threw punches from above with great momentum. His first punch landed hard against two of the black-clad men who were at the front; they screamed and retreated while clutching their chests. In a flash, Fei Hu was on the ground throwing punches and kicks with unstoppable force; within a few rounds, seven or eight men in black lay sprawled on the floor.
Cheng Yong and Ouyang Hua did not expect Fei Hu to be so formidable. They clung to each other and ran towards the back door. Just as they stepped through the doorframe, Fei Hu grabbed both of their collars with his hands. With a slight pull, they fell to the ground with a thud.
The Bald Man sensed that the situation was not in his favor. He reached for his waist, pulled out a switchblade, and pressed the button on top, revealing a gleaming blade. Seeing that Xiao Lan was already engaged with Fatty, Fei Hu knew he couldn't be careless either; if Xiao Lan were in trouble, he would need to help her. So, before the Bald Man could charge at him, he lunged forward.
Upon seeing Fei Hu's bravery, the Bald Man felt a twinge of fear. He wildly thrust the switchblade at Fei Hu several times. Fei Hu dodged and weaved, waiting for the right moment. When it came, he pushed with his left palm and struck with his right, causing the Bald Man's knife to clatter to the ground. Fei Hu then delivered a powerful kick to the Bald Man, who groaned and collapsed onto the floor.
As expected, Fatty realized that Fei Hu and Xiao Lan were too fierce; they had forced his men to reveal their weapons—long knives over two feet in length. Although Xiao Lan was skilled, she was still unarmed. At a critical moment, Fei Hu darted between Xiao Lan and Fatty. With a swift motion, he slashed at Fatty, who let out a sharp scream and retreated to a corner. A long gash about seven or eight inches appeared on his white shirt from the waist down, faintly stained with blood.
This completely frightened Fatty; he understood that Fei Hu had shown him mercy with that strike; otherwise, his intestines might have been exposed by now. He waved his hand for his men to retreat, still unable to believe where Fei Hu's knife had come from.
The dynamics in the room changed instantly as Cheng Yong got up from the floor, looking terrified at Fei Hu. Fei Hu approached him and raised his Swiss Army knife against Cheng Yong's neck. Trembling with fear, Cheng Yong pleaded, "Don't do anything rash; let's talk this over calmly."
Fei Hu pressed the blade slightly closer, blood seeping from its edge, which terrified Cheng Yong even more. He quickly said, "Don't be impulsive; if you kill me, you won't get a dime. Can we sit down and discuss this?"
Fei Hu signaled to Xiao Lan with his eyes. She cleverly picked up the Swiss Army knife that Fei Hu had previously placed next to the ashtray and pointed it around at everyone in the room, making it clear that they should behave themselves.
Cheng Yong sat down while Ouyang Hua stood beside him looking pale. The Bald Man simply sat on the floor without moving. Tang Lan's expression visibly softened as she asked, "What is there to discuss? Just take the money and leave."
"Fine! I'll pay you, but I really don't have that much; business has been terrible. How about this: since we know each other now, I'll give you two million. What do you say?" Although Cheng Yong was terrified, he was still reluctant to part with money.
Without hesitation, Fei Hu grabbed one of Cheng Yong's hands and placed it on the table. He then waved the Swiss Army knife over it and said, "Alright then, how about one hand for one million, Tang Zong?"
"Okay! Then let's start by chopping off one," Tang Lan said fiercely. Cheng Yong's face changed dramatically upon hearing this.
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