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Lu Feng crossed his legs while Lan Xiaoxiao stood beside him. Neither of them said a word.

The man stopped three steps away from the summit of the road. With a short and stocky back, he said to the group of lackeys behind him, "It's this person. Beat him to death."

The youngsters raised their sticks and rushed towards Lu Feng.

"Who dares to move!" Just when the fastest kid's stick was less than a centimeter away from Lu Feng's head, Ling, who was responsible for maintaining the bar, spoke up. He also carried a stick and walked over while shaking his head. Unlike those youths, he carried an iron rod, and a solid one at that.

A'Ling was dressed like a typical Gu family member, so when she appeared, she gave off the vibe of an assassin. However, there was one who could not open his eyes and said without any tricks, "He's just one person. Don't be afraid, let's go."

A group of people flocked over in an attempt to besiege Lu Feng.

Although those youngsters had the advantage in numbers, not only did they not manage to take the advantage in the slightest, they were instead beaten back bit by bit. In the blink of an eye, the entire bar was filled with the wails, and this time, he had deliberately picked a place that was not fatal, where he could only defend and not attack.

Seeing that Lu Feng was still unscathed, the man covered the bandage on his head with one hand and pointed at Lu Feng with the other. He said fiercely, "Go, all of you come at me together."

The youngsters who were standing further away were eager to give it a try as well. Seeing this situation, the security guards in the bar quickly surrounded them from all sides. For a moment, the bar was filled with the sound of "peng peng peng", "peng", "peng", "peng". The scene was extremely chaotic.

Suddenly, a "peng" sound was heard. It was as if two groups of people had been pushed to a standstill. He stood in his original position, not daring to act rashly.

Lu Feng's sword-like brows furrowed slightly. That previous sentence … It was a gunshot.

This was not America. Guns and ammunition were not something anyone could carry. And the gunners were definitely not his men. They were all citizens who abided by the law and would not casually use their weapons. At most, they would only defend themselves.

At a speed that others couldn't even catch, he gave Ah Ling a look, and Lu Feng made him keep his guard up.

His face was filled with a triumphant smile as he raised the smoking pistol. He pushed away the thugs that he had brought over, walked up to Lu Feng, pointed the trigger at the center of his brows, and said while stamping his nose, "You sure are capable of it. Do you believe that I, your father, will shoot you?"

The first time I took him to the Gu family's big house, I let him visit the Gu family's ammunition depot, and also killed a bottle of Lafite from 82 with him in the warehouse. Therefore, he can be considered to have some understanding of guns and the type of weapons used.

Seeing this, the sarcasm on Lu Feng's face deepened. Some people said that the police and military personnel were hoodlums protected by the law. He didn't believe it before, but now, he believed it a little.

He pointed at his temple and said in disbelief, "If you have the ability, then shoot. Attack here."

"You think I don't dare?" The man's eyes narrowed into slits. The hand holding the gun moved slightly, as if it was focused.

Lu Feng didn't pay any more attention to this stupid pig. He took out a cigarette and a lighter from his pocket, then lit up a cigarette. Under his angry red eyes, he started smoking as if there was no one around.

The man was infuriated and pulled the safety catch again to check if the gun was loaded properly. After confirming that there would be no mistakes, he brought the gun up to Lu Feng once again, and slowly pulled the trigger with his finger.

Lu Feng was still smoking. Ling, who was beside him, grabbed the man's wrist precisely before he could finish shooting. He raised the gun high and shot the unsheathed bullet at the ceiling.

The man was stunned for only a second before the gun was taken away by Ah Ling. He glared at the agile Ah Ling with his mouth agape while swinging his broken wrist.

Ah Ling imitated Ju Chen's actions and pointed his gun at the man in pain and anger and asked Lu Feng, "Brother Feng, how should we deal with this person?"

Lu Feng slowly smoked a cigarette. He took off the gun in Ah Ling's hand, took off the magazine, and poured the remaining bullets one by one onto the bar. Amidst the sound of metal colliding with glass, he coldly said, "Didn't Director Gu teach us a lot? Make sure to compare heart and heart."

He picked up a bullet, not even glancing at the man. He only cast a sidelong glance at Ling and continued, "Since someone wants me to eat the bullet, I'll let him have a taste of the bullet."

He seemed to be afraid that if he spoke too slowly, he would never have the chance to open his mouth again, "What are you doing? I'm telling you, my uncle is the police chief. If you dare to do anything rash, I'll arrest you all!"

Lu Feng didn't want to pay any attention to him at first, but when he thought of that old man from many years ago, he couldn't help but want to laugh. He rolled his eyes and said, "Why didn't you tell me your father is Li Gang?"

Sparks of anger danced in the man's eyes, but he dared not say anything as he stared at the guns and bullets on the bar.

Lu Feng turned his head and leaned over to whisper in Lan Xiao's ear. "Take a pair of pliers and pour yourself a glass of wine."

Lan Xiao nodded and walked behind the bar. Only then did Lu Feng appease the man with a face that could be described with the word "colorful," and he said, "You can be at ease. In this society where there is a rule of law, murder is a matter of life and death, especially the murder of the police.

One shot was as easy as dying, how could it make one feel any better than dying?

The man couldn't help but swallow his saliva. Although he relied on his background to show off his strength, those people would usually treat him as an elder uncle and stay away from him. He had never encountered a situation where someone didn't buy his account. All of a sudden, he felt that this man who looked like a pretty boy was even more terrifying than a fugitive.

At this moment, Lan Xiaoxiao took the item that Lu Feng had pointed out and walked to his side. She said, "Brother Feng, the items have been prepared."

"I heard that gunpowder from bullets can cure a lot of diseases, like tuberculosis, and especially the kind that makes you cough up blood. I wonder if you can cure stupidity?" Then, he raised his eyebrows and swept his gaze across the man, "The legacy left behind by the Old Ancestor is for the citizens to use. Since you're the one who provided the bullets, drink this wine."

The man's eyes were filled with horror. Who the hell would drink gunpowder? Wasn't that just courting death? He subconsciously took a step back and even pulled two youths in front of him, completely lacking the arrogance from before.

Lu Feng handed the glass to Ling, motioning for him to drink from the corner of his eye.

Ah Ling pushed aside the scapegoats in front of the man, and two security guards immediately pulled the idiots away. A few loyal young men guarding the master worriedly shouted, "Brother Fei!" However, no one had the guts to stand up for him and receive his punishment.

Ah Ling approached the man with devilish steps and stretched out his hand towards him. He clenched his chin tightly and was about to pour him a cup of wine specially made for him when suddenly, a voice that sounded very upright and selfless came from the direction of the door. "Stop!"

Ah Ling looked back at Lu Feng. After receiving his orders not to move, he put down the wine cup that was already in the man's mouth.

A middle-aged, burly, uniformed man led a team of armed special police officers into the bar, kicking and stamping. He held two guns at his waist, one on each side, as if it were a matter of business.

Lu Feng glanced at the middle-aged man. Wasn't this Xiong Shou, the head of the police station in the South Bank District? Was this fat pig really his nephew? Judging from its appearance, it was quite convincing. So, the root of the bear was trying to use its power to gain a living?

The special police brought by Bear Tree Root began to hold guns for the waiters and security guards in the bar to face the wall with their hands raised above their heads, while the group of youngsters and the men who had started the whole thing went on unscathed.

Forget about the difference in treatment, he was still so high-profile and did not hide anything. Lu Feng did not know if the bear root was too precious to him, his nephew, or if his nephew's mind was inherited from him.

While lightly stroking his chin, Lu Feng signaled the people below to cooperate with the actions of "Comrade Police Officer". All of them had guns now, so they couldn't go head to head against each other. But he himself sat on the stool and did not move. He wanted to see if the bear root could cover the sky with one hand.

At the same time, the other bodyguard, Aran, who had been following by Gu Qishao's side all day, walked over to him in a hurry with a cup in one hand and a mobile phone in the other. "Young master, I'll also toast you."

Gu Qishao cast a sidelong glance at his hands, instantly seeing that something was up. He raised his wine cup and smiled as if nothing had happened. "You're a man. What are you drinking? Let's go and change to Old Bai."

He told Ming Xue Mo to eat first, then got up and walked away with Ah Ran.

Avoiding the gaze of the newbie and the main table, Aran reported, "Young master, our brother at the police station just called. He said that something happened in the bar, and now he's even gone to the bear root."

Gu Zi asked after thinking for a moment, "Was it that bear root that lost its money at a game of cards, or was it the one that I helped him give?"

"That's right, that's him."

The corner of Gu Zi's mouth curved into a mocking smile. He took a sip of wine and shook his head slightly. "He doesn't pay me back for the money he owes and instead runs off to the bar to meddle in other people's business. He must be tired of being a director."

After handing the cup to Aran, Gu Zi asked in a simple and concise manner, "Have a few of the brothers on duty come over and take a look. Be careful not to alarm the A'Mo couple."

They had a hard time getting married. Don't mess up the bridal ceremony again.