Chapter 69 - 69 069 Abusing the Prodigal Son

69: Chapter 069: [Abusing the Prodigal Son] 69: Chapter 069: [Abusing the Prodigal Son] 250! The Jeep’s extreme speed, the kind usually found in supercars, was being unleashed by Ye Chenfeng on the bustling streets! Of course, this car was obviously modified by Chen Xijun, otherwise, it wouldn’t be possible to reach such speeds! In the moment when several supercars were closing in, the silhouette of the Jeep Wrangler had already vanished, with no trace between the three vehicles, not even a lingering afterimage—it was reminiscent of a certain film effect: montage! “Damn it!” Chu Xuanyu cursed loudly. Louis Western Restaurant. Chen Xijun was almost going mad. She had thought she would be able to extract some information from Ye Chenfeng, but this guy was completely impervious, always managing to dodge Chen Xijun’s traps. What surprised Chen Xijun even more was that she had practically used all the Mind Reading Techniques she had learned at the Siberian training camp, yet none of them worked on Ye Chenfeng. Little did she know that the psychology courses offered at the Siberian training camp came from the Mercenary Organization Dragon Knight Forbidden Army, and the person who created those course materials was none other than Ye Chenfeng, right in front of her. “Beautiful police officer, how about three more steaks and a bottle of red wine?” Ye Chenfeng, with his mouth greasy from food, looked up and said to Chen Xijun. Chen Xijun was about to explode. Did she really want to say to Ye Chenfeng: Are you a pig? The main course had already been increased by five extra portions of steak for him, and he had already drunk two bottles of red wine. Now he wanted another three steaks and a bottle of red wine. What next, treating rice and drinks as nothing? “Don’t be so stingy, you were the one who offered to treat me to dinner!” Ye Chenfeng muttered discontentedly. “Pfft!” Chen Xijun felt like spitting blood. Inviting Ye Chenfeng for a meal was a complete mistake; he was just a shameless bastard. “Oh, I forgot, police officers don’t make much money, shall I pay the bill instead?” Ye Chenfeng generously offered, but a sly twinkle flashed in his eyes. “You… Waiter, another three steaks and a bottle of Bordeaux red wine!” Chen Xijun shook with rage, her voluptuous chest heaved dramatically, unaware that she had once again attracted Ye Chenfeng’s gaze. “You bastard, if you keep staring, be careful or I’ll cut it off!” Chen Xijun’s words were filled with an icy chill. Upon hearing this, a chill ran down Ye Chenfeng’s groin, and he subconsciously scooted backward. This woman was too ruthless, always threatening to cut off his ‘little brother’. “Tsk!” The sound of cars braking rapidly rose, and five supercars stopped one after another in front of the restaurant. Following that, seven or eight flamboyantly dressed young men and women got out of the cars. The leader, a young man with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, had a handsome face and emitted a sharp, intimidating aura. The young people behind him had their hair permed in an aviator style, wearing Harley earrings, looking arrogant to the extreme. They were the Racing Gang, and also part of the Crown Prince’s unruly faction, each with substantial backgrounds. “Xijun, you’re here too?” Chu Xuanyu feigned ignorance; he had clearly followed Chen Xijun’s car here. “Chu Xuanyu?” Chen Xijun exclaimed, a flash of discomfort crossing her face. Chu Xuanyu looked somewhat excited, “Xijun, I’ve finally seen you. I’ve been thinking about you every moment while abroad!” Ye Chenfeng spat, “Is that all these rich brats can say? Boring!” He clearly remembered that last time Hua Manlou had said the exact same thing, and now, Chu Xuanyu was repeating it. “Who are you?” Immediately, Chu Xuanyu’s gaze, cold as a blade, fell on Ye Chenfeng, and he asked with a hostile tone. Ye Chenfeng continued to focus on his plate of steak, completely ignoring him. “Kid, are you deaf? I’m talking to you!” A silver-haired rich brat asked angrily, full of rage. Only then did Ye Chenfeng slowly raise his head, pointed at his nose, and asked, “Are you talking to me?” “I’m not talking to you, I’m talking to the flies!” He Tianju stared intently at Ye Chenfeng as he shouted. “Didn’t your parents teach you to be polite when speaking to others?” Ye Chenfeng elegantly wiped his mouth with a napkin while pinching it. “Polite? You’re talking to me about politeness? Haha…” He Tianju didn’t get angry but instead laughed, “Kid, do you think you’re really something?” Ye Chenfeng looked him straight in the eyes, “I’ve been incredible since I was a child, what about it?” A chill flashed in He Tianju’s eyes as he coldly said, “Then today I’ll let you understand what being polite means.” No sooner had he spoken than He Tianju made a lightning-fast move towards Ye Chenfeng’s shoulder. “Snap!” But someone was faster, Ye Chenfeng caught He Tianju’s hand in the blink of an eye, with a speed faster than thunder. Everyone was stunned, especially those rich second-generations who knew that He Tianju had some martial arts training and was the most capable fighter among them, yet his hand was easily caught. “You…” He Tianju was taken aback, and the next second he was almost overwhelmed by a tide of tearing agony. “Hiss hiss…” He Tianju convulsed as he continuously gasped for air. Turned out, Ye Chenfeng was bending He Tianju’s middle finger continuously backward, almost to a right angle of ninety degrees. He Tianju’s face turned ghostly pale, devoid of a single thread of blood, his cold sweat flowing freely, making him look utterly ferocious. “Do you understand the meaning of manners now?” Ye Chenfeng’s face bore a deceitful smile as he asked indifferently. Through gritted teeth, He Tianju said, “You smelly brat, let go of me if you dare!” “Still got a tough mouth!” While speaking, Ye Chenfeng unconsciously increased his grip, and the angle between the middle finger and the palm grew even larger, moving past ninety degrees towards an obtuse angle. “Ahh ahh ahh… stop stop stop… Sёarch* The nôvel_Fire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. I know I’m wrong, I… I know what manners are now!” He Tianju was in so much pain his words were unclear. Ye Chenfeng smiled, adding pressure as he asked, “You understand now?” “I do!” He Tianju, covered in cold sweat, nodded hurriedly. “Understand what?” “Pfft!” He Tianju almost vomited blood and fainted when Ye Chenfeng threw this question at him. “Brother… I understand manners now!” He Tianju roared out with all his strength. “Huff puff huff puff…” When Ye Chenfeng let go, He Tianju collapsed onto the ground, gasping for breath heavily. Ye Chenfeng glanced at him indifferently, “So weak!” In his previous career as a mercenary, Ye Chenfeng had personally interrogated a top-notch American spy without using any tools to make him talk. The method was simple: breaking each of his fingers one by one, then setting them, and breaking them again. The pain of ten fingers connected to the heart was unbearable. That guy barely lasted one round before he spilled everything. But compared to him, He Tianju was ridiculously weak today. “You dare touch my guy? Do you want to die?” Chu Xuanyu stared at Ye Chenfeng menacingly. “So, what do you want to do?” Ye Chenfeng asked lazily. Seeing Ye Chenfeng did not take him seriously, Chu Xuanyu felt an inexplicable surge of anger. “You won’t be able to leave here in one piece today!” Chu Xuanyu threatened. Chen Xijun watched quietly from the side, without intervening, instead looking on with anticipation and excitement. Ye Chenfeng suddenly laughed loudly, “Haha, I’d like to see what you can do?” “You little punk…” Chu Xuanyu became even angrier seeing Ye Chenfeng’s fearless expression and anticipating face, it was as if the anger couldn’t find a place to vent.