Master Head of the Dragon Soul
Chapter 307

Although he had been bragging to other people about his annual income of ten million yuan, that was actually the net income of the company. After splitting it among the major shareholders and business partners, he only made about two million. Zhang Hu's request for half a million yuan made him extremely distressed.

"God dammit, don't you know where you are?" said Zhang Hu as he gave Xia Hui a slap to the head. He continued to scold him, "This bar is Young Master Tang's business, and you have the guts to ask me to shed blood in his turf. If Young Master Tang replaces out about this, what do you think will happen to me? According to the rules of the underworld, I'll have to stab myself thrice if I'm caught taking money from someone else. That means the death of me. Do you understand?!"

"Yes, yes, yes, I understand, Brother Hu. Here's another 200 thousand."

Xia Hui had almost wet his pants. He kept nodding his head and screaming.

The "Young Master Tang" Zhang Hu mentioned was the eldest son of the Tang family. He was not one to be trifled with.

"Give me that unlucky bugger's name and photo, then get lost. Leave the rest to me, "Zhang Hu said impatiently.

"His name is Chu Feng. Thank you, Brother Hu, and I'm so sorry to bother you." Xia Hui sent him the photo he had secretly taken and fled out of the office, which made the other men laugh. "What a useless person," said Zhang Hu as he chuckled coldly. He lazily stretched and grabbed his phone to take a look at the photo of Chu Feng, then said, "Let's make some money, brothers." Zhang Hu's underlings lazily tossed their cigarettes away with disapproving expressions. In their eyes, they thought Xia Hui's opponent would be as wimpy as him. All they needed to do was cripple some unlucky guy, and they would have 500 thousand yuan in the bank. It was as easy as picking up money from the floor.

In less than ten minutes after they left Zhang Hu's office, a cool and trendy looking Lamborghini parked in the parking spot reserved for the bar. Following that, a group of executives rushed out to personally greet it.

"Young Master Tang, what brings you here today to personally inspect the bar? You did not even inform us beforehand. We could have made preparations," The general manager of the bar said nervously. A cool and stylish young man came out of the Lamborghini, though he had a cast on his right hand. It was Tang Hao, the eldest young master of the Tang family and the owner of the bar. "There's no need for that, I was grounded by my grandfather for half a month, and I've been extremely bored, so I came over to have some fresh air and a bit of fun," said Tang Hao with a sigh as he showed his arm impatiently.

He felt extremely dejected. Who knew that Chu Feng turned out to be his grandfather's savior? He should have known better than pick a fight with that man.

Not only did his grandfather ground him for half a month, but he had also injured an arm. He regretted what he did, and the mere mention of the name "Chu Feng" made him shudder. "How's business at the bar? Nothing much happened, right?" he asked.

The general manager pondered for a moment and said in a low voice, "Young Master Tang, Zhang Hu and his group of thugs have been going overboard lately. He would take money from other people and beat up our customers. In serious cases, they would break their targets' arms and legs. Many people have complained about them."

"This has been happening?" said Tang Hao as he frowned and snorted angrily. "That scum Zhang Hu has been living off us, but he takes money from other people behind our backs. I'll deal with him sooner or later."

Even though he said so, he had no intention of carrying out his promise. The bar was simply a minor distraction, and he could not be bothered to have his fun interrupted.

The general manager nodded and said, "Yes. Earlier, he received a hit on a person called Chu Feng, and he took one of our girls. What a mess."

"I see, too bad for that guy..." Tang Hao said without much care or interest. Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks and with a terrified face, he pulled the collar of that manager and said, "What was that guy's name again?"

"I think it was Chu... Chu Feng?" The general manager was puzzled. "It's just a random guy, Young Master Tang. Why do you seem so nervous? Is there a problem?"