It's quite a speechless yet genuinely existing phenomenon.

Many thugs and gang leaders like to have nicknames such as Third or Fourth, as if the more rustic the nickname, the more they can thrive on the streets.

Xiao Feng never understood this at first, but later realized that nicknames aren't meant to sound nice, they should be catchy and loud, especially for those mixing in the underworld, who presumably rely more on reputation.

Based on this point, if someone actually had a nickname like 'Prince', not only would it not intimidate others, even they themselves might find it amusing.

"All of you, get the hell out, don't ask for trouble." Xiao Feng, who was already annoyed, didn't bother to speak kindly.

A subordinate of Gui Si'Er, the bald guy, stiffened his neck and stood out: "Who the hell are you trying to boss around, see this scar on my arm? You know how I got it?"

As he spoke, he rolled up his sleeve to reveal a scar about twenty centimeters long, as if it were made by a machete cut.

Xiao Feng immediately laughed, "And what do you think showing it off proves? That you're useless, got into a fight, and couldn't even protect yourself from a single slash?"

There's an idea that scars are a man's best medal, and some even go as far to say a man without scars isn't a real man.

Xiao Feng found this idea laughable, getting beaten up and scarred, then calling it an honor and taking pride in it, isn't that just delusion?

Of course, there are those whose scars can truly be called medals, the military who bleed and get injured defending the homeland!

"Can't you talk properly, kid?"

The subordinate who showed his scar crossed his fingers tight, snapping them with a crackling sound, said viciously, "I'm going to teach you how to speak today."

For a moment, nobody addressed him, except for a girl who, angered, wanted to act directly, only to be stopped by Lin Zhiyan.

Xiao Feng was indeed injured, but regardless of the extent, dealing with a bunch of street punks was still more than enough.

He didn't even need to do it himself, a phone call or just a glance could be enough to get those guys all GG'd.

However, just as the subordinate wanted to make a move, Gui Si'Er scalded him: "Get back, did I tell you to act?"

The subordinate responded and retreated sullenly.

Xiao Feng shook his head, chuckling: "Every time I meet people like you, it's always one provocation, then getting pulled back. Can't you try a different routine?"

Gui Si'Er took a puff of his cigar, grinning to show off his yellow teeth, "Brother wants to see a new routine, eh? Watch closely..."

Saying so, he tossed the iron ball in his hand and reached to the side.

A subordinate immediately handed him a bottle of liquor, and Gui Si'Er bit the cap open, downing half the bottle in one go.

Xiao Feng and others watched in shock, thinking is he trying to show how much he can drink?

However, at that moment, Gui Si'Er's grin turned sinister, gritting his teeth, and he smashed the bottle against his own head.

"Smash!"

The bottle shattered, and blood streamed down Gui Si'Er's shiny forehead, with pieces of glass still sticking there, dumbfounding everyone.

Moreover, the bottle contained liquor, which meant Gui Si'Er's pain was far beyond just a simple cut.

"Hiss... Hoo..." Gui Si'Er trembled as if shocked, lifting his neck to laugh, "How about this routine, fresh enough for you?"

Ordinarily, anyone would be scared stiff by now, but unfortunately, it wouldn't have mattered if Gui Si'Er used a bottle or anything to break his head.

This kind of composure comes from facing tough situations, like how ordinary people feel horrified seeing exposed bones, while seasoned doctors in hospitals are much calmer because they've seen it often—it's just how it is.

Smelling the strong scent of liquor in the air, Xiao Feng frowned, "Are you forcing a scam?"

Gui Si'Er chuckled, "Speaking too bluntly isn't good, brothers have been tight lately, looking for some money to spend."

"No problem." Xiao Feng nodded, not turning back, "Old Zhao, go to the kitchen and fetch the cleaver."

"Alright!" Zhao Guo'an responded and walked towards the kitchen.

The underlings behind Gui Si'Er began whispering to each other, and Gui Si'Er puzzledly asked, "Brother, are you also in the underworld?"

"Don't talk about being in the underworld, you want money, tell me how much." Xiao Feng sounded like he couldn't care less about money.

Gui Si'Er suddenly sensed something wasn't right, if the other side hadn't sent for the cleaver, it could be seen as a successful extortion, but sending for a knife first, then talking about money, seemed illogical.

However, the situation was as it was, he couldn't let the hurt be for nothing, so he said, "One price, fifty thousand, don't accuse me of asking too much.

This money isn't for free, from then on in town, whenever brother faces trouble, one call and I'll handle everything for you!"

"Only fifty thousand?" Xiao Feng curled his lip, showing disdain, "Then your blood is way too cheap."

With these words, Gui Si'Er and his crew were bewildered, because it's rare to see someone complain about being extorted too little!

At this time, Zhao Guo'an returned from the kitchen with the cleaver: "Old Xiao, here's the knife."

The knife Zhao Guo'an brought wasn't a regular kitchen knife, it looked more like an axe, used for chopping pork ribs.

Xiao Feng took the knife, smiling as he looked at Gui Si'Er, "I can't give you only fifty thousand, too embarrassing, at least five hundred thousand to start, on one condition, chop your hand off for me."

"Damn, you dare fool us!"

The one who previously flashed his scar grabbed the pipe spike and lunged at Xiao Feng.

A pipe spike looks like a simple rod, more discreet than a machete or something.

But it can be twisted open to take out the knife inside, screwing the blade onto the thread to become an extended dagger, a common weapon among hooligans.

Xiao Feng remained calm, swung the Pork Rib Knife in his hand towards the opponent's pipe spike.

"Clang!"

A sharp clashing sound pierced the air, leaving the subordinate charging at Xiao Feng dumbstruck, staring at the broken rod in disbelief.

"Take another step forward, and this knife will be at your throat, you can test me if you dare." Xiao Feng said cheerfully, as if chatting with friends, in a tone surprisingly relaxed.

However, judging from the faces of Gui Si'Er and his men, they weren't feeling any relaxations at all.

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