Thugs Crash the Agency – Chu Fei Steps In
After two hours of wrangling with them, Chu Fei made his hasty escape. He hopped in the car and sped off to Li Xin's company—one part to share the good news, the other to treat her to dinner as thanks for the ride. But Li Xin's phone rang out endlessly with no answer, and even Li Bing's went straight to voicemail. Undeterred, Chu Fei simply parked up and headed straight upstairs.
By the time he reached the floor housing Xinran Entertainment Agency, what greeted him was a shattered glass door, the entire entrance reduced to wreckage...
"If you don't get out now, I'm calling the cops!"
Chu Fei slipped cautiously through the broken door. He'd been here once before, so the layout was vaguely familiar. He quickly located Li Xin's office—and sure enough, voices echoed from inside. Both sisters were there, cornered by seven or eight burly thugs. Li Xin was holding her ground with grim determination, trying to stare them down into backing off.
"Hmph! Go ahead, call the cops. If you've got the guts, pick up that busted phone off the floor and dial. Haha! The boss says you've gone too far, lady—poaching even the fresh models under his girl's wing. So he sent us to teach you a lesson. Up to you how you handle it: settle it privately, or we take it public."
"What do you mean 'private'? What's 'public'?"
"Private means you cough up some cash for the boys to grab a drink, then spend the night keeping us company. We forget the whole thing. Public? We strip you sisters bare right now, snap some pics—maybe throw in a few humiliation shots for good measure—then trade 'em to the boss for beer money and a trip abroad. Your choice."
"Hello, 110? This is Xinran Entertainment Agency on the Xth floor of XX Tower in Futian District. We've got a gang of thugs here kidnapping and extorting us—get over here quick!"
"..."
The room full of brutish goons whipped around at the voice. There stood Chu Fei, all sunny smiles, greeting them amiably. "Hey there. Saw you guys looked busy, so I took the liberty. No need to thank me!"
"Chu Fei!"
Li Bing lit up with joy at the sight of him, like reinforcements had finally arrived. But her sister Li Xin furrowed her brow deeply, shooting him a frantic look: Get out—now!
"And here's some punk kid who doesn't know he's dead meat!"
The thugs exchanged glances, then sneered as a few stepped forward. "Cops'll take at least ten minutes to roll up. Plenty of time to pick your bones clean, kid. Good luck."
"Oh... honestly, I'm a little scared."
Chu Fei shrugged. At six-foot-two, he'd never truly feared a fight. His dad had died young, leaving him to fend off schoolyard bullies without ever bothering his mom—he'd solved it all with his fists.
And now? These guys were a crowd, sure, but Chu Fei felt even less intimidated. He had his one-of-a-kind powers...
Truth be told, he was itching to test what happened when he cut loose with his devouring ability at full throttle.
As one thug swung a fist at his face, Chu Fei narrowed his eyes. He sidestepped smoothly, right hand snapping up to seize the man's arm. His left elbow crashed down like a hammer—no mercy. In a flash, a sickening crack echoed, followed by the thug crumpling to his knees with a guttural howl.
Another lunged with a kick; a third snatched a chair and swung for Chu Fei's head. But Chu Fei surged forward instead of back, dodging the chair with a casual weave. He slammed into the kicker's chest, palm pressing flat. A porcine screech ripped through the room.
The goon scrambled away on all fours, ripping open his shirt. Gasps filled the air—his chest bore a massive handprint, caved deep into flesh and bone.
Martial artist? Internal arts?
No wonder the kid moved like lightning, charging in solo without a care. He was untouchable.
The thugs' faces twisted in a rainbow of dread. No one dared twitch now—who wanted that blooming on their body? And from the guy's agonized squeals, it clearly packed side effects.
Right on cue, police sirens wailed from downstairs. The gang shot Chu Fei venomous glares, grabbed their wounded, and bolted.
Luck wasn't on their side. The cops had gotten the building's alert ages ago—they'd already sealed every exit before blaring the sirens to flush them out. No escape now.