Chapter 27: Break His Leg!

Wang Feng hung up the phone, waited ten minutes, and a dozen black off‑road vehicles stopped by the road.

The doors opened, and a dozen burly men in black jackets stepped out, each looking fierce and menacing.

At the head was a solid‑built man with a crew‑cut, none other than Black Tiger, Hall Master of the Black Gold Society.

Black Tiger strode up to Wang Feng, a flattery‑laden smile on his face: "Young Master Wang, who didn't see it coming and made you angry? Tell me, and I'll have my brothers deal with him right now!"

He had long been looking to ingratiate himself with Wang Feng's father, Mayor of Jiang City Wang Mingyuan.

If he could get in Wang Mingyuan's good graces, the Black Gold Society's business in Jiangcheng would run more smoothly.

So when Wang Feng made the call, he immediately brought Ginseng himself.

Wang Feng saw the display, lifted his chin high: "At least Black Tiger knows how to behave! Listen, there's a kid named Jiang Feng who stole my woman and still dared to challenge me! Help me teach him a lesson so he knows who can't be messed with in Jiangcheng!"

"Jiang Feng?"

Black Tiger's smile froze instantly, his heart thumped, and he thought, "This isn't good."

It can't be that Jiang Feng, can it? How did Young Master Wang get on his bad side?

He hurriedly asked cautiously, "Young Master Wang, the Jiang Feng you mentioned, is he Xue Yan's man?"

"Exactly him!"

Wang Feng didn't notice Black Tiger's unease and, thinking Black Tiger knew Jiang Feng, grew even angrier.

"You know him too? Perfect! Help me snap his leg so he never dares to approach Xue Yan again!"

Black Tiger's face collapsed, and in his mind he cursed Wang Feng a thousand times.

"This stupid second‑generation brat! Does he even know how formidable Jiang Feng is?"

The Black Gold Society's elite, even the assassin Zhao Xiong brought from Hai Wai, have all been broken by him.

But he dared not say it outright, only forced a smile: "Young Master Wang, this Jiang Feng… seems to have some background. Should we think it over?"

"Think what the hell!"

Wang Feng's face darkened, and pointing at Black Tiger's nose he scolded, "Black Tiger, you're not willing to help me? Believe it or not, I'll have my dad investigate the Black Gold Society's venues! Then your gambling halls and loan businesses won't survive in Jiangcheng!"

He relied on his father being the city chief and never gave the Black Gold Society a second glance.

In his view, no matter how powerful the Black Gold Society is, it fears official investigation.

Black Tiger's heart tightened, cursing Wang Feng as a reckless youngster, yet he dared not offend him.

After all, Wang Mingyuan is Jiangcheng's city chief; a real probe into the Black Gold Society would indeed trouble them.

He gritted his teeth and still planned to bite the bullet.

After all, he still had confidence in his own strength.

His position as Hall Master was earned through real swords and guns!

"Alright! Young Master Wang, I'll help you!"

Black Tiger stamped his foot: "We'll go find him right now!"

"He must still be in the mall!"

Wang Feng's eyes lit up, "Let's go! We'll block him right now! I'll make him lose face in front of Xue Yan!"

Speaking that, he led the way into the mall, while Black Tiger and his dozen subordinates followed behind.

As they reached the mall's parking lot, they saw Jiang Feng and Su Xueyan emerging from the elevator.

Jiang Feng was carrying several clothing bags, Su Xueyan had his arm around him, and the two were chatting and laughing, looking especially close.

"That's him!"

Wang Feng pointed at Jiang Feng and said to Black Tiger, "Black Tiger, up! Show him some color!"

Black Tiger inhaled deeply, led his men forward, and blocked Jiang Feng and Su Xueyan's path.

Su Xueyan, seeing so many hulks, was frightened and quickly tugged Jiang Feng's hand, whispering, "Jiang Feng, there are so many of them; should we call the police?"

"Don't be afraid, it's fine."

Jiang Feng patted her hand, his gaze cold as he stared at Black Tiger.

"Who are you?"

Black Tiger gave a cold smile: "Kid, do you know who you've offended? Hurry and apologize to Young Master Wang!"

"Apologize?"

Jiang Feng snorted.

"I didn't do anything wrong, so why apologize? It's Wang Shao who just defamed me as a swindler in the mall, and now brings a crowd to block me."

Wang Feng, furious, leapt up: "Jiang Feng! Don't be shameless! Black Tiger, why are you still standing there? Attack!"

Black Tiger's expression also darkened.

After all, he was a martial artist with his own pride. He stepped back, flexed his wrist, his knuckles cracking, and his aura shifted instantly.

In its place rose a fierce momentum, the surrounding air seeming a few degrees colder.

"If you don't apologize to Young Master Wang, don't blame me for being impolite!"

Black Tiger's eyes sharpened as he stared at Jiang Feng: "I know you have some skill, but I, Black Tiger, have also trained; I'm a proper Third-grade Martial Artist!"

He thought that flaunting his martial artist status would frighten Jiang Feng.

In Jiangcheng, martial artists are rare; ordinary people feel three‑fold awe upon hearing the term.

Especially a Third-grade Martial Artist, even within the Black Gold Society, is considered elite.

But Jiang Feng, hearing the word 'martial artist', let a mildly amused smile curl his lips.

"Oh? A Third-grade Martial Artist? Interesting."

He's been coming down from the Mountain for so long, only meeting assassins or petty thugs.

There's not even anyone with cultivation, which got boring long ago. Now that Black Tiger shows his martial artist rank, Jiang Feng feels a bit anticipatory.

Black Tiger was stunned; he hadn't expected Jiang Feng to be not only unafraid but also so brazen!

His anger rose inside him, he clenched his fist and roared at Jiang Feng, "Fine! Since you don't know life or death, I'll finish you! Brothers, charge! Disable his arm first!"

A dozen or so subordinates heard it, Immediately howling they rushed forward, brandishing steel pipes straight at Jiang Feng's chest!

Su Xueyan, frightened, quickly closed her eyes and shouted, "Jiang Feng, watch out!"

But before she could finish, she heard a few muffled "Bang bang bang" sounds and a strong man's wailing.

She secretly opened her eyes to look, nearly dropping her jaw in shock.

The three strong men at the front had already fallen to the ground, clutching their arms and wailing, the steel pipes lying aside, while Jiang Feng still stood in place, not moving a step.

Black Tiger's Pupils suddenly narrowed.

This speed! It's far faster than he expected!

But he still wasn't flustered; instead he let out a Cold Smile, "You've got some skill, no wonder you're so arrogant. However, this little ability of yours is still not enough to impress me!"

He thought Jiang Feng was only quick in reaction, able to handle a few petty thugs, but facing someone as tough as himself, he would definitely fail.

He slowly straightened his body, moved his wrist, his knuckles clicking, and a sharp aura instantly radiated outward.

The surrounding air seemed to cool by a few degrees, and the few subordinates who hadn't fallen instinctively stepped back.

"Kid, daring to clash with me Black Tiger, you're the first."

Black Tiger stepped toward Jiang Feng, and with each step the ground seemed to tremble.

"I'll let you see the power of a Third‑grade Martial Artist!"

He suddenly quickened his pace, his Fist whistling with wind, striking Jiang Feng's chest directly.

For this Fist he used eighty percent of his strength; when he dealt with that Fourth‑grade Martial Artist before, it was this same Fist that broke three of the opponent's ribs!

Wang Feng, from behind, laughed triumphantly: "Jiang Feng, you're doomed! Black Tiger's Fist can kill a whole ox!"

Su Xueyan was so frightened her heart seemed to leap out, screaming, "Jiang Feng, dodge!"