Extraordinary Soldier King in the City-Chapter 1475: Wu Yong

This time.

The big man was completely unable to remain calm.

Is this guy even human?

Could it be that he’s wearing insulation clothing?

Why does the electric shock baton have no effect on him at all?

He’s practically a freak!

The more the big man thought about it, the more confused he became.

However, what the big man didn’t know was.

Chen Feng, whose strength was already comparable to a Heavenly Rank Expert.

His physical strength had long surpassed that of ordinary people.

Such beings.

The electric shock baton of the Mortal World fundamentally cannot cause them any harm.

In other words.

Stabbing him is akin to scratching an itch.

Yet, the big man refused to believe it.

He stabbed at Chen Feng several more times.

Until the baton was nearly out of electricity.

Chen Feng stood tall at the original spot, his expression unchanged.

This time.

The big man was completely dumbfounded, staring wide-eyed, "You... what exactly are you? Wait, are you even human?"

"What do you think?"

Chen Feng smirked slightly, then abruptly stretched out his right hand, directly grabbing the big man’s throat.

The big man tried to resist and struggle.

But the strength transmitted from Chen Feng’s right hand was astonishing.

No matter how much he struggled, it was in vain.

"What... what do you want to do, let go of me, do you know who I am? Do you know who you’re up against?"

The big man panicked completely, glaring at Chen Feng, speaking with a fierce front and inner scare.

"Tie Sect, right? Of course I know!"

Chen Feng replied casually.

"You know I’m from Tie Sect?"

The big man was stunned, somewhat surprised.

"Otherwise, why would I be here?"

Chen Feng smirked slightly, then without another word, directly grabbed the big man’s throat, lifted him from the spot, and raised him overhead.

This time.

The big man instantly lost his composure, frantically flailing his arms to try to break free.

However.

Chen Feng didn’t give the big man any chance, grabbed his throat, and tossed him backward.

The big man, standing at one meter ninety, weighing nearly one hundred eighty pounds, was sent flying like a small chick.

Drawing a perfect parabolic arc in the air.

Only to hear a "bang."

The big man landed heavily.

And, by coincidence.

The spot where the big man landed was right where another big man had fallen earlier.

So he directly crashed onto that big man.

The big man who had already fallen hard was knocked unconscious on the spot.

No doubt, this time should be quite rough.

Chen Feng ignored the two big men, didn’t look back, and headed straight to the third floor.

Since it was Chen Feng’s first time at the Versailles Bar.

He wasn’t exactly sure of the general manager’s office’s specific location.

Upon reaching the third floor.

Chen Feng first stood in the corridor and took a glance inside.

At the end of the corridor, there was a door.

With the general manager’s office sign hanging above it.

Seeing this.

Chen Feng proceeded without hesitation.

Unlike the stairway entrance.

There was no one guarding the general manager’s office door, not a single figure.

This made Chen Feng frown slightly, he walked forward intending to push the door open.

But at that moment.

A man’s voice came from inside the office.

"Please don’t kill me, I’ll do anything you want!"

The voice sounded very humble and was clearly pleading.

Chen Feng frowned, released the doorknob, did not rush to enter, rather opened the perspective function of his Eye of Tianqi.

In an instant.

Everything inside the office came into view.

Inside the luxuriously decorated office.

At this moment.

A man in a black t-shirt with a crew cut lay casually on the office chair.

His feet were arrogantly propped on the office desk in front.

He held a cigar between his teeth, his expression utterly arrogant.

And on the carpet directly in front of the desk.

Kneeled another person.

A middle-aged man in a black suit, slightly obese, with thinning hair.

As for this middle-aged man.

Chen Feng had quite an impression.

It was none other than the general manager of Versailles Bar, Wu Yong.

Back then, he led the refusal to join the Chen Family, wanting to strike out on his own.

Chen Feng even sought him out to give him some warnings.

It was only then he obediently submitted to the Chen Family.

However now.

Wu Yong seemed somewhat pitiful.

On his fat face, were two very conspicuous handprints.

His suit riddled with shoe prints.

Clearly, he’d just been beaten.

At this moment, he trembled, kneeling on the carpet, not daring to move.

Because on either side of him stood two rows of burly strong men, towering over him.

As for these big men.

Wu Yong was extremely afraid.

Just moments ago, all of Versailles Bar’s security staff were taken down by these big men.

The methods were brutal and violent.

This gave Wu Yong a significant psychological shadow.

So, at this moment, even unwilling, he had to submit.

The plea Chen Feng heard earlier was indeed from him.

Nevertheless, the crew-cut man sitting behind the desk ignored Wu Yong’s plea.

This made Wu Yong even more uneasy.

Taking two deep breaths.

Wu Yong raised his head, looked at the crew-cut man sitting on his office chair, nervously said, "Sir, whatever you want, I can give you, as long as you spare my life, whatever you say, I’ll promise!"

"Oh?"

The crew-cut man glanced at Wu Yong, exhaled smoke, and laughed coldly, "Anything you can give me? May I ask, what do you have now? Even your life is in my hands, what can you offer me?"

"No, no, sir, I have this bar!"

Wu Yong hastily shook his head, said.

"Is this bar yours? Isn’t the bar property of the Chen Family?"

The crew-cut man coldly laughed.

"While nominally, that’s true, this bar has always been run by me, I understand and control everything."

"The reason for submitting to the Chen Family was due to being forced, as the Chen Family holds great power, not submitting meant facing death, so I had no choice but to hand Versailles Bar to the Chen Family."

"However, besides handing over the bar’s profits to the Chen Family, the actual controlling rights of the bar, are indeed in my hands, I am the real owner!"

Wu Yong said, somewhat agitated.

The crew-cut man flicked the cigar ash, took another puff, looked at Wu Yong, and coldly asked: "So, you’re saying, you can decide the ownership of this bar?"

"Yes, I can decide, I can make the call!"

Wu Yong nodded desperately, said.