Super Soldier in the City
Chapter 660 - 698: Humiliation

Chapter 660: Chapter 698: Humiliation

"I... I belong to you." Sunna’s eyes shimmered with tears as she whispered the words.

"Louder, tell him louder!" the man furrowed his brows and commanded.

Sunna’s chest heaved violently, but she still said loudly, "I belong to you."

"That’s more like it. Now, come here and give me a kiss," the man demanded, still not satisfied.

Sunna’s face showed a look of humiliation, but she still turned her head and pecked the man’s cheek, unable to hold back her tears any longer.

"Why the tears? What, are you upset about giving me a kiss?" The man’s eyes suddenly widened with anger.

Sunna quickly wiped her tears and said, "No... I’m not crying, something just got into my eye." Then she forced a strained smile.

"Ha ha... That’s my good girl. Tonight, I’ll take real good care of you. Let’s go have a drink first," he said, flashing a mocking smile at Wang Qiang, then wrapping his arm around Sunna and heading upstairs.

Once those people left, Wu Meng couldn’t contain his anger and cursed, "Fuck! Wang Qiang, are you even a man? Why didn’t you fight? Just signal us, and we would’ve beaten the hell out of that bastard."

Wang Qiang took a deep breath and said, "I don’t want to make things difficult for Nana. Besides, that guy has a lot of clout. We can’t afford to mess with him. I can take care of myself, but I can’t drag all of you into this."

Wu Meng retorted, "What kind of crap is that? Aren’t we brothers? If we’re brothers, stop talking about dragging us into it or not."

At that moment, Qian Laoshi cleared his throat and said, "Xiao Mengzi, don’t be so impulsive. Little Wang is thinking of our own good. These days, you can’t just fight anyone you want. Even if you beat up someone with no connections, we’d end up in legal trouble, let alone someone who clearly looks wealthy. If we beat him up, the aftermath would be even worse."

Qian Laoshi was already married with a six-year-old child. The responsibilities of family had stripped him of his impulsiveness; he had to consider the consequences of his actions, which made him much more tactful.

"What does that guy do?" asked Li Yifei.

Wang Qiang replied, "His name is Feng Jiacheng. He’s in business. His family is pretty wealthy. Most importantly, he has a cousin in the underworld. If we were to go against him, he’d have both black and white connections to deal with us. We’re not afraid for ourselves, but people like Brother Qian have wives and children to think about."

"No worries, I’m alone. I’ll come with you to beat him up," Wu Meng patted his chest arrogantly.

Wang Qiang gave a wry smile and said, "But you have your parents. If something happened to you, how heartbroken they would be. I can’t put everyone at risk."

Wu Meng instantly lost his temper. Although he was a bit of a roughneck, he was extremely respectful to his parents. If anything happened to him, who would take care of them in their old age?

Li Yifei nodded in approval, "Little Wang is right. We have to consider the consequences before we act."

Wu Meng disagreed, "So we’re just going to watch Xiao Qiang get bullied? I can’t stand it."

Wang Qiang forced a smile and said, "Stop thinking about it. Haven’t you guys said you’d introduce me to someone? One goes out, another comes in. I’m sure I will find someone better. Come on, let’s drink, drink."

By now, the alcohol had arrived. Seeing that Wang Qiang didn’t want to discuss it further, Li Yifei changed the subject, "Little Wang is right. We’re out to have fun today, so let’s enjoy our drinks."

With Manager Li speaking up, Wu Meng muttered under his breath and said no more. Everyone started drinking in earnest.

However, the drinking initially felt stifled as the earlier events had soured the mood. But with Qian Laoshi, the sly old fox, lifting spirits by telling jokes and ribald stories, the atmosphere quickly improved.

Wang Qiang didn’t want everyone to worry about him. He forced himself to smile, joining in the drinking and even feigning loud laughter from time to time. But everyone could tell how forced his laughter was. They knew that if they were in his shoes, they wouldn’t feel any better.

Coming from a military background, none of them were strangers to drinking. Soon, each of them had downed four or five bottles. While they weren’t drunk to the point of collapse, it did lead to frequent washroom breaks.

"Why has Xiao Qiang been gone for so long?" Wu Meng suddenly wondered aloud amidst the merry drinking.

At that moment, a commotion came from the second floor, interspersed with Wang Qiang’s angry shouts. Wu Meng’s eyes instantly reddened as he bellowed, "Xiao Qiang is in trouble!" and sprang towards the stairs.

Qian Laoshi quickly called out, "Don’t be rash! Don’t be rash!"

Li Yifei slammed his hand on the table and commanded, "Let’s go, everyone up there!"

Hearing Manager Li’s orders, everyone immediately rushed upstairs. Qian Laoshi gave a wry smile and hurriedly followed. If a fight did break out, he needed to make sure it didn’t escalate too far.

Rushing upstairs, I saw several people kicking and hitting Wang Qiang, who was curled up on the ground, protecting his head, while Sun Na was pleading loudly next to him, "Stop hitting him, stop it! I’m begging you, please stop!"

Wu Meng was at the forefront, bellowing furiously as he charged forward, but another figure dashed past him. With a flurry of strikes, by the time Wu Meng got close, the men who were hitting Wang Qiang were already piled up together.

"Little Wang!" It was Li Yifei who had come rushing over. He didn’t want the security guards to be held responsible for this kind of fight, so naturally, he acted first, kicking those men away and hurriedly helping Wang Qiang to his feet.

Wang Qiang’s face was covered in shoe prints, and blood was still flowing from his nose and mouth corners; he truly looked quite miserable. Seeing Li Yifei approach, he quickly spread his arms, stopping everyone, and said, "Manager Li, it’s nothing, let’s just drop it and go."

"No way! I’ll kill those bastards!" Wu Meng was so enraged by Wang Qiang’s beating that he wasn’t thinking of the consequences and wanted to go after the men again.

"Stop, stop! Mengzi, I know you’re trying to help me, but we can’t provoke them, let’s get out of here," Wang Qiang urgently grabbed Wu Meng, pushing him towards the stairway.

"F**k, you think you can just walk away?" Feng Jiacheng roared at that moment. He too had been hitting Wang Qiang and had been sent flying by one of Li Yifei’s kicks. He picked himself up and hollered.

Wang Qiang quickly turned around, hands outstretched to shield Li Yifei and the others, and said with a smiling face, "It’s my fault, leave them out of this. If you must, take it out on me."

Feng Jiacheng glared at Li Yifei with gritted teeth, his face cold as he said, "You hit me, and now you think you can just walk away like that?"

Wang Qiang hurriedly said, "I won’t leave, just let them go."

"They can go, but he can’t," Wang Qiang pointed at Li Yifei.

Wang Qiang was startled and said anxiously, "This has nothing to do with Manager Li, I’ll take the blame for everything."

"Yell all you want, he’s just some manager," Feng Jiacheng didn’t give a damn about any ’manager’ title, as these days, managers were a dime a dozen. Besides, someone who’s hanging out with a security guard like Wang Qiang, drinking free beer in the lobby, how great could he be?

Casting a sidelong glance at Li Yifei and dusting himself off, Feng Jiacheng said with a sneer, "Alright, if you want to leave, that’s easy. You and this so-called manager kneel before me and bow your heads three times, then crawl from the upstairs to the downstairs, and I’ll let you go."

"F**k your mother!" Wu Meng cursed furiously.

Feng Jiacheng watched Wu Meng coldly and said, "You too, bow and crawl down. Don’t say I didn’t warn you; if you do it today, I’ll let it slide. Otherwise, heh, you’ll find out what it’s like to not be able to live or die."

Wang Qiang’s face turned even uglier, pleadingly saying, "I beg you, let them go; do whatever you want to me."

By then, the security guards and the lobby manager of the restaurant had all rushed over. The lobby manager immediately said to Feng Jiacheng, "Boss Feng, give your bro face, let’s forget about this, alright?"

Feng Jiacheng looked at the lobby manager and snorted, "How much is your face worth?"

The lobby manager said with a smile, "Yes, yes, my face isn’t worth much, but making a big scene here won’t benefit anyone. Brother Hu also has shares in this place."

"What, you trying to use Brother Hu to pressure me?" Feng Yucheng stared at the lobby manager.

"I don’t mean to pressure Boss Feng, but Brother Hu and Brother Heizi are on good terms. It won’t look good for anyone if this blows up."

Feng Jiacheng frowned slightly; he understood what the lobby manager meant. If he made too much of a scene here, he’d be behaving recklessly. Not all underworld dealings had to be resolved through violence; everyone was after money. For business, they could compete, but for their own business, it needed to be run properly. Like this hotel—if customers didn’t feel safe coming here, who would come to eat? Therefore, restaurants and such that were backed by underworld figures were actually more secure, on the condition that you hadn’t offended them.

But Feng Jiacheng didn’t want to let Wang Qiang and his group off the hook that easily and said, "Fine, I’ll give Brother Hu face. I’ll ask this kid to do one thing for me, and I’ll let him off."

Knowing Feng Jiacheng had given him face, the lobby manager immediately addressed Wang Qiang, "Brother, Boss Feng has given some leeway. I hope you can take the loss."

Wang Qiang hurriedly said, "Yes, yes, whatever you want, I’ll take it."

Feng Jiacheng looked at Wang Qiang and said, "You really are loyal, I admire that. I’ll give you a chance. Go get a steamed bun."

The waiter was confused, but quickly fetched a steamed bun, while Feng Jiacheng sneered and threw the bun on the ground, then turned to Sun Na, "Stomp on this steamed bun until it breaks apart."

Sun Na bit her lip and slowly walked over, stepping on the bun a few times.

Feng Jiacheng laughed, turned to Wang Qiang, and said, "Kid, eat this steamed bun, and I’ll let you go."

"What?" Li Yifei and his group were all outraged. Although it seemed simpler than bowing and crawling out, it was a steamed bun crushed by Wang Qiang’s girlfriend. If Wang Qiang ate it, it would be an even greater insult, and they all burst out shouting angrily.