Manipulative Harem God

Chapter 424 Brothe's Fetish! Courting to be stepped by Jade feets?

?"Tsk, are you dense? Didn't you listen? He's your unofficial father!" Lei Feng snaps back, irritation flaring. Without warning, he spins on his heel and delivers a brutal kick directly to Wu Tianhao's face.

Boom!

'What in the world is happening!?' Wu Tianhao screams internally, his mind a whirlwind of shock that momentarily dulls the physical pain of the assault.

Lei Feng, turning back to Zhang Wei with a twisted sense of amusement, lets out a dark, foreboding laugh. Brandishing his knife with a threatening grace, he declares, "Brother, you've proved quite an entertainer. For that alone, I'll spare your legs!" His voice drips with a chilling promise, a sinister blend of mockery and menace.

Huo Gang, witnessing the bizarre exchange, stands utterly dumbfounded. "What the—Boss, were you just pretending to be dumb?"

Lei Feng's frown deepens, his annoyance palpable. "Of course, what else did you think—" he begins, only to be cut off by Zhang Wei's biting interjection.

"Of course, your leader wasn't acting. In fact, he's just dumb!" Zhang Wei quips, his tone laced with undisguised sarcasm.

!!

Lei Feng stands frozen, his expression blank for a moment before rage overtakes him. Veins bulge on his forehead, a testament to his struggle to contain the fury boiling within.

"Good! Good! You're courting death, you bastard!" he seethes, teeth grinding in anger as he catches Zhang Wei's provocatively smug smile.

In that charged moment, when the air was thick with the imminence of violence, two unexpected sounds pierced through the tension like a knife through silk.

"Zhang Wei!"

"Why did you run away without us!"

The entrance of Leng Yan and Wu Xue into the fray was like a whirlwind disrupting a stalemate. Leng Yan, with a determined glare, forged ahead, clearing a path with an authority that contrasted her size.

Wu Xue, slightly behind and panting from the unexpected exertion, seemed bewildered by the chaos she had stepped into.

Zhang Wei, momentarily distracted from the standoff, turned with a raised eyebrow. "Weren't your kind quite self sufficient?" His tone was teasing, a light jab amidst the tension.

Leng Yan merely stared, unamused by the quip, while Wu Xue, still catching her breath, managed a flustered, "Don't joke, where are we?"

"Nothing much, just having a chat with a dumb guy," Zhang Wei replied nonchalantly, gesturing towards Lei Feng with a dismissive shrug.

Wu Xue could only muster an "oh," her mind still racing to catch up with the situation.

Leng Yan's eyes twitched in disbelief, her patience for their so-called 'coherent communication' wearing thin.

"Sister!" The voice of Wu Tianhao, laced with surprise and relief, cut through the room as he caught sight of Wu Xue amidst the chaos.

Wu Xue's eyes narrowed at the recognition, but before the family reunion could progress further, Lei Feng's patience snapped. "Enough! All of you are dying!" he bellowed, his voice booming with finality and frustration.

But then, his tone shifted, becoming creepily suggestive as his gaze landed on the newly arrived women. "No! You two! I could let you live," he murmured, his eyes trailing down to their feet with a lascivious glint.

The thought of being dominated by such "goddesses" sent shivers down his spine, a twisted fantasy vividly playing out in his mind's eye.

He yearned to feel the impact of those two pairs of jade feet slamming directly into his face!

At his lecherous gaze, both Leng Yan and Wu Xue recoiled, a wave of repulsion washing over them.

They instinctively stepped back, their faces etched with disgust and fear at the unsavory attention.

As Lei Feng menacingly advanced towards them, Zhang Wei couldn't suppress a chuckle, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Hey, you might want to take a look around," he suggested, his tone light but laced with a foreboding warning.

Lei Feng, puzzled by Zhang Wei's confidence, paused and turned, only to face a scene that drained the color from his face.

The room, once filled with his loyal men, was now eerily silent. Huo Gang lay unconscious on the floor, his place taken by dozens of imposing figures, their presence alone enough to shift the balance of power within the room.

At the forefront was Tang Bo, an air of nonchalance about him as he clicked his tongue in mock disappointment. "Lei Feng, you really are overconfident, aren't you? Daring to challenge the number one," he taunted, his voice dripping with disdain.

Lei Feng's confusion quickly turned to anger, his features contorting into a scowl. "What number one!?" he spat out, his fury directed at Tang Bo. "And you, Tang Bo, how dare you attack and injure my man. Are you not afraid of the repercussions?"

"Do you want to provoke wa—arrgghhhhhhhh!" Lei Feng's threat cuts off abruptly as Tang Bo, with a swift and ruthless motion, lunges forward.

Swoosh!

The machete in his hand flashes in the dim light, and in one fell swoop, Lei Feng's hand, previously outstretched in accusation, is severed. The room fills with his agonized screams.

With Lei Feng's injured form crumpled in pain, Tang Bo seized him by the hair, forcing him to look up. "Bastard, take a good look—there stands your superior, the number one brother of Qingyun! Brother Zhang!" Tang Bo's voice was fierce, his words a command. "Remember the name, etch the image into your memory, or I'll tear those eyes right out of your skull!"

"..."

As Tang Bo's fervor reached its peak, Zhang Wei couldn't help but cringe inwardly. The intensity of the retaliation was bordering on excessive, and it stirred a sense of second-hand embarrassment within him.

Suddenly, the charged silence was broken by a deafening "Boom!"—the sound of justice, or perhaps vengeance, being meted out without restraint.

"Arugh! Fuckkk! Leave m—"

Another "Boom!" echoed through the space, punctuating Lei Feng's pleas with the harsh reality of his situation.

He was mercilessly trampled under their shoes, each blow a testament to the consequences of crossing paths with Zhang Wei.

Meanwhile, the rest of men fanned out, swiftly and efficiently taking control of the entire area, their actions as decisive as they were brutal.

"Brother Zhang! How was it, are you satisfied?" Tang Bo, standing triumphantly with one foot planted on Lei Feng's swollen face, looked up at Zhang Wei with a grin that was both proud and expectant.

Zhang Wei, momentarily at a loss for words, can only offer a silent thumbs up in response. His mind, however, was elsewhere, focused on extracting themselves from the immediate aftermath of their intervention.

With a sense of urgency, he turns away from the scene, guiding Wu Xue and Leng Yan outside, the two women closely following him, their expressions a mix of relief and disbelief at the swift turn of events.

Wu Tianhao, still reeling from the shock of his sister's rescue and the violent upheaval, staggers behind them, his steps unsteady but quickening with the promise of escape.

The night air outside the casino feels almost surreal in its calmness compared to the storm they leave behind.