Chapter 827

Everyone shifted from initial shock to watching the spectacle.

Even the tattooed giants beside Lin Wumin couldn't help but feel ashamed.

Then,

one tattooed giant lunged forward and clamped his hand over Lin Wumin's mouth, finally silencing his shriek!

Originally,

the two gangs were at a boiling point,

ready to draw blades at the slightest provocation,

but now,

Lin Wumin suddenly screamed and panicked like he'd gone mad, shattering the tense atmosphere,

and the two gangs, once poised for violence, were now utterly bewildered.

The tattooed giants sighed and shook their heads in helplessness,

yet,

several men who had come to help could no longer bear it,

stepped forward two paces,

and shouted at Qin Feng: "You're the one bullying my brother? You don't want to live—"

Before they could finish speaking,

Lin Wumin suddenly broke free of the tattooed giant's grip and let out two piercing shrieks,

then frantically blocked those helpers, trembling with fear: "No, no, no…"

"What the hell is going on?!"

The helpers stared at Lin Wumin, utterly confused.

Lin Wumin stole a glance at Qin Feng—only to meet his eyes directly.

Lin Wumin shuddered violently, then whispered urgently: "Don't, don't provoke him. Let's go. Let's leave."

"Leave?!"

The helpers couldn't take it anymore,

they'd been told they were coming to back up a fight, and now they were supposed to slink away like cowards,

they'd walked the streets for years—they couldn't afford to lose face!

So,

the helpers turned to the tattooed giant who'd called them and frowned: "Third Brother, what's going on?! Who the hell is this guy?! Fuck! Are we just letting this go?! Do we even have any pride left?!"

"Third Brother, if you think you can afford to lose face, go ahead— I can't! Since we're here today, we're settling this! If he opens his mouth again, I'll break him right now— you believe me?"

As he spoke, the helper grabbed Lin Wumin by the collar.

The tattooed giant called Third Brother shouted urgently: "No, no, Lao Liu! Lao Liu! He's Lin Shao! Lin Shao! He's the boss! Don't touch him!"

"This guy's Lin Shao?!"

Lao Liu, the one who'd brought the men, stared at Lin Wumin in disbelief, then released him.

He spat on the ground, exasperated: "Fuck. If I'd known this bastard was such a coward, I never would've come. Jesus, he's already shaking like a leaf the second he sees someone— and he still dares to go out?"

"You don't get it, you don't get it!"

Lin Wumin, offended by Lao Liu's mockery, shouted back: "You have no idea how terrifying he is! Really, go! All of you, go! Just go!"

"Go?!"

Lao Liu shook his head in disbelief, then rolled his eyes and asked: "Third Brother, if we leave, do we still get paid? We were promised five grand each!"

"Five grand?!"

Lin Wumin froze, staring at the tattooed giants: "Didn't I say? Ten thousand per person! Why only five?!"

"Ten thousand?!"

Lao Liu was stunned.

After a pause,

he let out a bitter laugh: "Alright, alright, Third Brother. We've known each other this long, and you're still skimming? Fine, you're a real piece of work!"

He turned and yelled to his men:

"Let's go, brothers! These bastards are scum— even this money they're stealing! They're treating us like fools!"

Having said that,

Lao Liu led his men away,

but after taking a few steps,

he turned back to the tattooed giant and said coldly: "Third Brother, ten thousand per person. Don't even think about keeping it. If I don't see the money later, don't blame me for being a bad brother—you figure it out. Let's go, boys!"

Lao Liu left with his men.

The other gangs didn't hold back,

dragged several tattooed giants out of the nightclub, determined to settle this clearly.

Soon after,

only the severed-hand Taozi and the deeply embarrassed Third Brother remained beside Lin Wumin.

Then,

just as Lin Wumin was about to slink away in shame,

Qin Feng suddenly spoke: "Lin Shao, are you leaving so easily?"

"Huh?!"

Hearing Qin Feng call him by his title,

Lin Wumin let out another scream in terror, then couldn't help but shiver.

Immediately after,

Lin Wumin felt a hot stream gushing down between his legs, and his entire face instantly turned pained and pale.

Yes, Lin Wumin had been scared into peeing himself again.

Qin Feng had merely spoken a simple sentence, yet Lin Wumin had been scared into peeing himself once more!

The foul-smelling urine flowed down his pant legs onto the floor.

The Marketing Director sensed something was wrong, looked down for a closer inspection, then shook his head in utter speechlessness.

Damn it!

He thought this Lin Shao was so awesome.

Damn it, he actually got scared into peeing himself directly by Qin Shao! Damn it! With this pathetic look, what the hell is he even doing out here?!

As the Marketing Director helplessly considered how to handle the situation,

several nightclub security guards sensed something was off, then looked down at the floor and immediately shouted loudly: "Peeed?! Damn it, who the hell got scared into peeing themselves?! Damn it, aren't you ashamed?!"

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