Urban All-Round Master

Chapter 482: Chapter 477: Do You Think I’m a Bouncy Ball?

However, soon Lin Zifeng’s subtle action made the flat-top guy stare at him with eyes filled with shock and terror; the playful smile on his fierce face also gradually congealed.

”Boss, don’t waste your breath on him, cripple him first then talk. Fuck!” the bald guy roared.

Clearly, his hatred for Lin Zifeng had reached a breaking point ready to explode.

”Slap!” A crisp slap resounded.

The flat-top man cursed as he hopped in anger, ”Yell at your fucking self! Who’s your boss, me or you? Didn’t you see the little couple over there? And you’re still yelling? Look at your damn face, you’re lucky I didn’t beat you to death. All day you think about picking up chicks, dumb fuck, right? You got hit, right? You deserved to be hit to death. Even if this little brother didn’t kill you, I would want to beat you myself. Fuck, fuck your sister’s fuck!”

”Boss?!” The bald man was completely stunned by his boss; he covered his swollen face, not understanding why his boss hit him instead of Lin Zifeng.

”Fuck your bullshit! Who the hell is your boss? Get the fuck away from me, as far as you can! Motherfucker!”

At this moment, not only were the flat-top guy’s underlings stunned, but even Nangong Bing, who was slightly drunk, was also taken aback.

But Lin Zifeng acted as if nothing had happened, calmly sipping the beer from his glass as if he hadn’t seen any of it.

Seeing that Lin Zifeng made no comment.

The flat-top guy swallowed hard again, looking at the pile of porcelain shards in the corner of the table that Lin Zifeng had just quietly crushed, the flat-top man was dumbfounded.

He had been ready to stage a show of arrogance and stomping on others, but Lin Zifeng’s little demonstration had scared him stiff.

The flat-top man wasn’t stupid; how could someone who could crush a plate into powder not be formidable? Recalling how his bald comrade had his balls silently busted by Lin Zifeng, the flat-top man felt cold sweat trickling down his back.

”You motherfucker, what are you still standing around for? Apologize to them now!” the flat-top man roared.

”Boss—” The little bald guy was completely baffled by the turn of events. The person he had called for help was now backhanding himself? What the fuck kind of logic was that?

”Still looking like a fucking idiot, huh!” the flat-top man kicked him fiercely again, sending him sprawling in all directions.

”Boss!” The bald man was almost in tears, truly on the verge of crying.

He had asked his boss to teach someone else a lesson, but instead of disciplining the other guy, he ended up being tossed around like a dead dog. What the fuck was this situation?

”What are you standing around for? Apologize to them!” the flat-top man kept winking at him frantically, but the bald man was genuinely dumbfounded.

Seeing his boss winking frantically at him, he was almost on the verge of breakdown...

My goodness, how could this guy be so stupid? How did I end up bringing such a dimwit along to mix in the world? I’m winking at you non-stop, can’t you get the hint? Haven’t you realized that this ordinary-looking young man is a hidden master?

The flat-top man was also getting infuriated with him; he was signaling so obviously, and yet this guy still didn’t have a clue, despite having followed him for so long.

Under the tyranny of his boss, the bald man was finally stupefied.

Grinding his teeth and extremely unwilling, he walked up to Lin Zifeng but couldn’t utter a word. Seeing the crowd around them growing, the bald man felt so humiliated he almost wished he was dead.

Looking at his brothers who had come with him, these guys didn’t plead with the boss for him. Instead, when the bald man made eye contact with them, these bastards who would be bold and righteous over drinking tables looked away as if they had seen nothing.

At that moment, the bald man was itching with hate; following such a boss, he might as well just venture into society alone.

”You motherfucker, why don’t you talk?!” the flat-top man slapped him hard again.

After slapping him, he didn’t forget to glance at Lin Zifeng’s expression to see if the guy pretending to be a pig to eat a tiger had any reaction. In fact, he was more anxious than anyone; if Zifeng didn’t take a stand soon, he might indeed cripple the bald kid with the continued beating.

Meanwhile, more and more diners were gathering around.

Men and women squeezed in to catch a glimpse of the excitement. Seeing the recipient of the slaps was the bald kid, the crowd nearly erupted in cheers.

This bald kid, named Li Zhulong, was a well-known petty thug in the old town. Relying on the support of the flat-headed man who was the local gang leader, he strutted around acting high and mighty.

His favorite activity was posturing and chasing girls; many townspeople preferred not to provoke them.

Plainly put, this guy was the local ’Emperor’, a petty tyrant.

Almost every small town has a group of these lazy good-for-nothings clumped together.

Now, being beaten and scolded by his own boss in front of the food stall, it was a sight that delighted the onlookers so much that they were almost shouting, ”Beat him to death!”

”What are they doing?” Surrounded by increasingly gathered onlookers, Nangong Bing started feeling uncomfortable, though she was somewhat drunk, she was still clear-headed.

”Nothing serious, they are performing a show for us,” Lin Zifeng said with a smile.

But Nangong Bing’s expression turned unnatural, and she suddenly stood up, leaned toward Zifeng, and said softly, ”Let’s go.”

”The show hasn’t even started yet,” Zifeng said with a smile, seemingly uncaring about how many people were watching; his composure made it even more intriguing for the onlookers.

”I...” Watching more and more people gathering, Nangong Bing began to feel embarrassed.

However, Lin Zifeng was notoriously thick-skinned and didn’t care about the onlookers at all.

People like that deserved a lesson.

”Lin, if you don’t leave now, I’ll go by myself. Then you can walk home alone,” Nangong Bing whispered into his ear. Especially when she bent over, her two snowy peaks were blatantly bouncing before Zifeng’s eyes, making him involuntarily swallow his saliva.

His eyes, squinting with desire, straightened at that moment—fortunately, no one noticed this scene. Otherwise, given Nangong Bing’s temperament, she would have killed him on the spot.

”Alright,” Zifeng reluctantly took his gaze away from Nangong’s peaks, forcefully and manfully grabbed her delicate hand, and headed towards the crowd. He threw down three hundred bucks on the table and squeezed directly through the crowd and left.

Just as the pair turned to leave, the flat-headed man delivered another fierce slap onto the bald kid’s face.

The slap made him roar in anxiety, ”Are you blind?!”

At this moment, onlookers kept crowding around, confused by the unprovoked slapping.

The bald kid finally snapped.

He ferociously kicked the flat-headed man in the stomach and bellowed, ”Damn your mother, do you think I’m a moron? Hooked on hitting me?”

”You dare to kick me?” Suddenly, the flat-headed man was taken aback.

”Kick you? So what, you think I’m a ball, to be kicked around whenever you like?”

After saying this, the bald kid charged before the flat-headed man could get up, aiming a ruthless stomp toward his crotch.

Instantly, the two of them tangled and fought, and screams soon echoed from the direction of the food stall.