C20 Chen Feng Was Furious

Elsewhere, Chen Feng had just completed a food delivery when he was suddenly gripped by a feeling of distraction, as though a bad omen was looming.

"Are you Chen Feng?" At that moment, a man sporting a gold necklace and a tiger tattoo stepped in front of him, blocking his path.

"What do you want?" Chen Feng inquired, his eyebrows arching.

"Is Xia Mengyao your wife?" The man with the tiger tattoo scrutinized Chen Feng before posing the question.

"Yes, what about it?" A sense of dread began to creep over Chen Feng.

The tiger tattoo shook his head, remarking, "Such a shame..."

"What are you implying?" Chen Feng's voice took on a sharp edge.

The tiger tattoo snickered, "Your wife, a stunning beauty, married a loser like you? Isn't that just a waste?"

"Mengyao's with you?" Chen Feng's heart clenched, and a fierce, icy intent to kill flashed in his eyes. He had tried calling Xia Mengyao several times to no avail. It was clear now that something was terribly wrong.

"Better look after yourself," the tiger tattoo sneered. "Mr. Storms wants your legs. Are you going to give them up willingly, or shall we assist you?"

"Tell me, is Mengyao with you?!" Chen Feng demanded through gritted teeth, his eyes brimming with intense murderous intent.

The tiger tattoo suddenly sensed the gravity of the situation. How could this nobody have such a fearsome look? Though taken aback, he remained arrogant. Having taken lives before, he didn't believe that a nobody could harm him.

"Yeah, you're a nobody. Your wife is right now in Mr. Storms's bed. Haha, what can you do about it..." The tiger tattoo man began with a brazen tone, "Look at you, pathetic, unable to even protect your own woman!"

But before he could finish, he was enveloped by a chilling killing intent, and suddenly, his neck was constricted, lifting him off the ground uncontrollably!

Chen Feng's eyes blazed red as he tightened his grip on the man's neck.

In an instant, the man's forehead bulged with veins.

"Let me go..." he gasped in horror.

The tiger tattoo man was petrified. He had provoked someone with terrifying strength, but who was this person?

"Where's Mengyao?" Chen Feng's words burst through clenched teeth, his overwhelming aura of rage crashing against the tiger tattoo man's psyche like a tidal wave.

"Speak, or die!"

With a slight increase in pressure, the tiger tattoo man began to tremble.

Overcome with the fear of impending death, the tiger tattoo man caved. The murderous look in Chen Feng's eyes left him with no doubt that silence would mean his end.

"Golden Age!"

"Your wife is at the Golden Age!"

Chen Feng hurled the tiger tattoo man dozens of meters away, sending him crashing into a distant railing. By the time he struggled to his feet and looked up, Chen Feng had vanished.

Chen Feng sprinted with all his strength, his eyes bloodshot with fury. Since joining the Xia family, he had never felt such rage!

Everyone has their Achilles' heel, and when it's struck, they erupt in anger!

Xia Mengyao was his breaking point!

Whoever dared to harm his vulnerability would face his wrath!

Driven by his intense anger, it took Chen Feng less than ten minutes to reach the entrance of the Golden Age Clubhouse.

Three tattooed men stood at the clubhouse entrance.

Upon seeing the enraged Chen Feng, they instinctively stepped forward.

"Who are you looking for?"

Their greeting was met with Chen Feng's iron fist.

With a single punch, the lead tattooed man's nose shattered, blood spraying as he was sent flying backward.

"Where is Xia Mengyao?" Chen Feng's voice was chilling, echoing like a specter from the abyss.

"Who the hell are you? How dare you barge into our turf!"

"You're courting death, causing trouble at the Golden Age?"

The two men hurled insults as they each pulled out a baton and charged at Chen Feng.

Two thunderous crashes followed, and before they could react, the weapon-wielding assailants were flung backward, slamming into the door behind them.

"I'll ask one more time, where is my wife, Xia Mengyao?" The lethal intent in Chen Feng's eyes intensified as he advanced on the pair.

"Are you Chen Feng?"

They finally put it together, recognizing Chen Feng.

To their astonishment, Xia Mengyao's husband was supposed to be a well-known pushover.

How could he be so strong?

Chen Feng didn't give the two men much time to think. With a swift step forward, he reached out with both hands. The men only saw a blur before they were suddenly airborne!

Several female university students working part-time at the Golden Age screamed in terror at the sight.

Each of the tattooed men weighed at least 200 kilograms, yet this man, Chen Feng, lifted them as effortlessly as if they were mere chicks. Was he human or something else?

The two men hoisted by Chen Feng were so terrified they were nearly in tears.

They had all eagerly volunteered when Gu Dongchen mentioned finding someone to take care of Chen Feng, believing him to be weak and an easy target for humiliation.

Mr. T had ultimately snagged the opportunity, and they had been quite jealous.

But their envy had vanished now.

It seemed Mr. T was in a worse situation than any of them.

"Please, mercy!"

"Mr. Storms is in the leftmost private room on the third floor!"

After spilling everything, Chen Feng snorted disdainfully and discarded the men on the ground like garbage before charging ahead.

He hadn't gone far when he encountered a dozen tattooed men armed with weapons.

"Someone dares to cause trouble at the Golden Age? Take him down!"

Chen Feng dove into the fray, and with each impact, another man was sent flying, accompanied by agonized screams.

…

Meanwhile, Gu Dongchen in the private room was seething with rage.

He had let his guard down.

When Xia Mengyao had stumbled, he had eagerly lunged to strip her, only for her to smash a wine bottle on his head.

Blood trickled down Gu Dongchen's forehead, and a vicious gleam shone in his narrowed eyes.

"Little bitch, I had planned to be gentle with you, but you've brought this on yourself. You can't blame me now!"

Gu Dongchen, gazing at Xia Mengyao's flushed face and heaving chest, licked his lips and violently tore at her clothes.

Just then, a thunderous noise erupted!

Gu Dongchen whipped around, to find the solid wooden door of the private room shattered into fragments!

In the doorway, a towering figure stood imposingly!